IDNODP. Nor do I own Jello, or gummy worms.
Justice
Mr. Lancer held his head in hands, trying not to laugh. Sam had stormed up to his desk, demanding that Tucker get a week's detention. Tucker had run up, protesting and saying Sam should get a week's detention.
When Lancer calmed himself down, he lifted his eyes to meet Sam's angry violet ones, and Tuckers defending green ones.
"Let me get this straight. You want Mr. Foley to receive a week's detention for stealing your gummy worms?"
"Bats." Sam corrected. "And he stole them straight from my locker.!"
Tucker scowled. "She started it! She stole my PDA. MY PDA!"
Sam glared. "No one steals my gummy bats! Remember what happened to Paul Zierick?"
Tucker took a step back. "Yeah. You pushed him from the top of the slide because he took a bat without asking. Well, YOU TOOK MY PDA!"
Lancer bit back a smile at the techno-geeks wail. "So, you two are telling me you trespassed into each other's territory and stole their belongings?"
They froze.
Lancer nodded. "Thought so. To make it fair, you both get TWO weeks detention."
Sam gasped. "Mr. Lancer-"
Lancer raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Ms. Manson?"
Sam sighed. "Nothing. Come on, Tuck."
Lancer grinned when they left his classroom. That should teach them for putting Jello in his desk drawers and briefcase. Justice is sweet.