CHAPTER TWO: big time school of rocque

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QUINTIN PARKER HAD REALIZED THAT THE NEW BAND; BIG TIME RUSH, WAS TRYING THIER BEST IN ORDER TO MAKE QUINTIN FEEL AS PART OF THE GROUP. Mostly to include him as part of the friendship group, more than the band. As, obviously, Quintin was a solo star, under Gustavo's leadership. As they were, which, was why they still trained together. When they had dancing lessons.

Which is probably why Logan went to his room, saying how they were gonna play a prank of James, and wanted to know for Quintin would like to be involved in it.

So, that was how Quintin ended up at the pool, a grey shirt thrown over, but, still in his sleeping pants, a pair of basketball shorts.

"Is it time?" Logan questioned Kendall

Kendall nodded then turned to Carlos. "Carlos, do the honors."

Carlos tuned his hands, then copping his hand over his mouth. "WOW! Free hair gel!"

Immediately, James woke up, only to fall into the water as he quickly tried to roll off the furniture. "Where?"

"How did that work?" Quintin questioned. As the other three boys began to laugh.

"Hey, funny, really funny." James stood up, still in the pool. "Now, where is the freaking hair gel?!"

"How sweet is this?" Carlos questioned. "It's like vacation with singing! It's a sing-cation."

"Can we push him in the pool?" Quentin questioned.

Kelly has walks up to the group. "Okay, guys, dry off and get dressed. It's time to hit the studio."

"Kelly!" Kendall smiled. "What times does the great Gustavo Rocque have in store for us today?"

"Harmonies?" Logan asked.
"Breaking down some new dance movies?" Carlos questioned.
"A big holly wood party to get us some 'red carpet exposure'?"  James inquired of

"Close," Kelly says. "You're going to school."

The four boys screamed in terror. Quintin sighed. "Someone, please, kill me."
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"School? You're kidding right?" Carlos questioned, following the woman.

"Carlos, for the eleventh time-I'm not kidding," Kelly answered, fed up. "You really thought you were gonna get three months off from school?"

"It was more hope than a thought," Kendall admitted.

"I didn't think there was a regular school here, I thought we were gonna go back home for summer school," Quintin says. "Which, now that I think about it, sounds stupid."

"According to the Actors, Singers, and performers association kids under eighteen in the entertainment industry must attend four hours of school a day." Kelly says. "Did you even look at the pamphlets I gave you?"

"I didn't have any paper and ended up writing all over it, when I thought of a song." Quintin admitted.

The bell rung, as a bunch of kids began to out through the hall.

"Tyler, where's everybody going?" Kendall questioned.

"Why on gods earth is the bell in the lobby?" Quintin asked.

"To school at the palm woods." The red-headed answered.

They, the saw the Jennifer's walk by, making the band follow them. Quintin sighed a they ran off. "Guys, where the hell are you going?"

Quintin wondered if it was worth following for he a second, before he simply didn't. After all, how else would he be friends with them, if not following their, obviously, unthought out actions?

Only, when he for there, in the class, the boys were still standing on the doorway. Whatever's was said, they appeared to like it.

Of course, the Kelly had walked up behind them. "Oh, no. You guys aren't going to school here."

"Well, what school are we going to?"
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Quintin swore that, a closet was bigger than the room that they had been placed in. He was sure, that, this room, had actually been a closet, five minutes ago.

"Welcome, to the school of Roque," Gustavo tapped on the black chalk board.

"I don't like this school," James called out.

Carlos was touched the walls, ask if he could push them father.

"Quiet!" Gustavo demanded of James. "You love it! Because by studying here, you won't miss out on rehearsal time and recording sessions. Instead of lunch break, the school of Roque has Harmony breaks. And every field trip, is to the dance studio, down the hall."

"And you're our teacher?" Logan questioned.

"No." Gustavo answers.

Which cause for all of them to cheer. Kelly opened the door. "Guy's say hi to Mr. Smitty."

"By you all can call me 'Mr.Smitty'," the man says. As if it was a joke call the adults laughed.

Quintin sighed. "Can we at least have a different room? This one is so small, either we had claustrophobia or not before. We definitely will now." Quentin's desk, touched the teacher's desk, a while he tried to not get into the other boy's space, his chair still touched James and Kendall's desk.

He has pulled his chair in, which, less for his to practically be plastered to his desk. When he tried to move back and give him room. Logan and Carlos both ended up with less space they originally in the back, as if they pulled out their chairs anymore, they would hit the metal racks in the back. Kendall and James moved slightly back, too.

James leaned forward, pulling Quientin's chair a bit back, so, he wasn't plastered to his desk.

"Thank you so much," Mr. Smitty told Gustavo, taking the pointer. "I can take it from here. Okay, then. Oh, excuse me." The man didn't stop smiling.

It was becoming unnerving for Quintin.

"Okay, first up." The man say, as the two adults leave. "We have probabilities-"

The door shut close.

"As in the probability that this band," he hit the pointer stick in the desk. "will fail before its first single is ever released. And this," once again slammed the pinger stick on the desk. "Solo artists-" he mocked. "Won't even get to have his song written before the fails!"

"I write my own songs, and have five done," Quentin argued back.

"I write my own songs, and have five done," the man mocked.

Quentin narrows his eyes. "I'm guessing this was the closest you could get to becoming whatever it was you wanted to be? Clearly, desperate middle-aged man-"

"Shut up!" The man snapped.

"You shut up!" Quintin snapped back. 
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"The answer is X equals nine," Logan answered.

Mr. Smitty walked to Logan, leading over his desk.  "You know I used to be in a boy band once. Oh, and we thought we had it made. Hot songs . Flying business class. Drinking milk straight from the carton." He pushed himself up. "But let me tell you guys. That milk goes sour pretty fast."

"I never thought I'd say this, but can we get back to Math?" James asked.

"Yes, yes," the man quickly says. "Let's get back to math." he opens the door, outside there being a chalk board.

"Okay,I don't think anything else can fit in here," Quintin says. "Your insanity is taking up most of the space."

"Quiet! Or I'll give you a pop quiz!" He threatened.

"How about I pop your eyes out of your insane skull!"

James darted over, over his desk and clamping his hands around Quintin's mouth. "He won't talk anymore." James smiled.

"If four boys are in a band and make ten thousand dollars and their manager takes fifteen percent, and thier record sales plummet eighty percent, how much dream is crushed? Anyone?Anyone? All of it!"

"Unlike  the amount of sanity you have left," Quintin remarks.

James scrambled forward to cover his mouth again.

"Let's turn to page five hundred in sixty-two in our textbooks." The man began to squeeze through the two chalk boards, getting out of the room.

"What do you guys suppose is going on at the Palm Wood school right now?" Kendall questioned, causing for him, Logan, James and Carlos to look at the sky.

Quintin tilted his head, confused.

Mr. Smitty has turned, pushing the rolling black board into the hallways, but pulling out a spray bottle.  "Pay attention," he spayed Logan. "To the board," he spayed Carlos and then Kendall.

He turned around.

Kendall leaned forward, to the group. "Did you guys just have the same palm woods a school fantasy as me?"

"Was the history assignment bungee jumping?" Carlos asked.

Quintin sighed, dropping his head into the desk.

"Close enough," Kendall tells Carlos.

"We have to get out of here and into the school," James speaks.

"Follow my lead," Kendall told them.

"Hey, hey, hey," Mr. Smitty spoke. "No talking. All eyes on the board," he pointed to the board, then doing it, as he repeated 'the board'.

"Mr. Smitty, don't again," Kendall says.

"What, this?" The man's asks confused, twisting his shoulders, and pointing it the board.

"Did you guys see that?" Kendall questioned, taking astonished.

"The passion, the snap," Logan continued. "You can't teach that."

"Really?" The man continued. "Well, I have to admit, I was pretty good."

"Which is why you came given your dream," James told him. "I mean, sure, I may be too old for a boy band, but, you're perfect for um, uh-"

"A man band!" Kendall finished. Making the other boys agree. "Which are all the rage's these days, right?"

"In Germany!" Carlos puts on. Causing for the others to turn to him, disbelief.

"You got a demo? I bet it's hot," James says. "Yeah?"

"No, no, no, I flung those all into the ocean," the man waved a hand, dismissingly.

"Then we got to record you one right now," Kendall tells him.

Quintin has no clue, what the guys liked about the Palm Woods school so much. Really, the only time, that Quintin could think of, was, that they had an actual classroom.

"No,  no, no, we couldn't do that," the man shakes his head.  "It was a long time ago. I've put those all behind me."
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"So, why's exactly was so amazing, that you guys think, it's worth this torture?" Quintin asked, as Mr. Smitty had sung the boy band's song.  He wore a red pleather jacket. And an orange bandana on his forehead.  The man, at the end of song, had spun, falling on the ground.

"They were eating pie!" Carlos says

"They were doing a fractions of pi, which she used pies to do the examples and then ate the pie." Logan explained.

While the boys then began to cheer. They ran out of the recording room.

"That was great!" Carlos ran up to him, hand extended for a handshake, the man then pulled him into a hug.

It was terrible. The worst thing that Quentin had seen. He would have rather had his hand cut off, his tongue ripped out and never be able to play or sing music again, if it meant, he could have never, ever watched that train wreck.

"They are gonna love you in Germany!" James smiled.

"Ja Voll!" He laughed.

"Here's your super hot demo," Kendall hands him the disk.

Mr. Smitty kissed the casing.

"Here's your briefcase," Carlos handed the teacher his work bag.

"And here's one TRAVELMOOSE.NET one-way ticket for Dusseldorf," Logan help up the ticket, extending it to him.

"Uh, what can I say, Fellas, except... AUF WIEDERSEHEN." The man ran out, jumping in excitement.

"Okay. Now go tell Gustavo our teacher bailed," Kendall began. "And we need to go to the Palm Woods school and.."

They all turned around, only to scream upon seeing Gustavo and Kelly standing behind them.

"Oh,'of course you can go there." Gustavo sarcastically spoke. "Now that to it teacher is off to Germany there's really no other option except: KELLY, GET THEM ANOTER TEACHER! SOMEONE UNTRICKABLE!"

"Man, we were so close," Carlos says, upset.

"No, you weren't," Kelly told him, annoyed.
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The woman wrote her name in the board; Mrs. Chisdak. "So....you didn't like your first teacher? Well, I didn't like him either. The moment he felt the heat, he ran for cover. But me? I'm battle-tested."

"Oh, you fight in a war?" Quentin quickly interrupted.  "That's cool!"

"I have a black belt," she said. "And I'm not afraid to hit you with it."

"Oh, that's less cool," Quentin frowned.  "And, my sister will kill you, if you do."

"Shut up!" The woman snapped. "And there is nothing, nothing you can say or do to get me to leave."

Kendall took out keys from his pocket. "Here's the keys to the Porsche out front.  Leave now and it's yours."

The woman left, quickly.
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They heard Gustavo yelling, once again.

"Hum, I was just gonna annoy her until she actually hit me and get her arrested for assault of a minor," Quintin says.

As the door opened, Kelley entered the room. With an angry face. "You know he's not gonna give up."

"Kelly," Kendall spoke. "A proper education is very important to us," he told her seriously, before he tossed his voice. "and this is a supply closet!"

"Seriously, I think in developing claustrophobia in here," Quintin speaks, dramatically pulling at his shirt.

"Attention, Students," Gustavo spoke over the speakers. "Please report to Principal Rocque's office. All students to Principal Rocque's office."
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"You're insane, you know that?" Quintin tells the man, who had been sharpening a pencil, while staring at them.

Until Kelly snatched it from his hand. He threw the pencil on the air. "Boys, I care about you. I do. I would like to tell you a story from my youth.-"

Quintin groaned. "No! I don't want to hear about war world one-"

"Shut up!" He takes a breathe. "My principal was a jerk. And I vowed that some day I would be a principal; a good one-fair-"

At that, all the boys looked puzzled.

"Pleasant," Gustavo says.

"But you're none of those things," Carlos says.

"Hey!" He slammed the desk. "Things don't always work out!  Bottom line is, you boys are staying in the school of Rocque. And of story."

"But Gustavo-" Kendall began. Which made the man point to the name plate on his desk, tapping it with the ruler in his hand. "Principal Rocque," Kendall corrected. "It's just, this school isn't meeting our social and educational needs. We need to go somewhere that actually feels like a real school."

"With girls," James adds.

Quintin rolled his eyes.

"And field trips," Logan adds.

"And pie!" Carlos says.

"He means culinary class," Quintin quickly corrects.

"You go to my school; you play by my rules! And I will find a teacher that will enforce those rules. A W.W.E superstar super teacher!"

Kendall laughs. "Who are you gonna get? Chris 'The masterpiece' masters?"
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Gustavo had done just that. The man writing his name in the board. For some odd reason, the man has no pants.  Mr. masterpiece the ripped open his shirt, yelling at the teens.  Which has caused for all to move back, papers flying.

"I did not see this coming," Kendall speaks.

"And I didn't see him flashing us coming. Where the fuck are your clothes?" Quintin asked.
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Mr. Masterpiece turned to then, smiling. He clapped his hands. "Okay, class, let's get started-"

Carlos turned. "Is that really Chris Masters?"

When Gustavo's voice comes over the speakers. "That's right. W.W.E  champion and the only certified  A.S.P.A teacher trained to use the master lock."

The man flexed. "That's right. And I believe that the key to a sound mind is a healthy body. So, throw your books away. Throw your books away."  He repeated, when the boys didn't listen.

They quickly pushed throw books and bags off their desk, confused.

"All right. Now I want you guys to lift your desk."

"Excuse me?" The boys asked back.

"Lift your desk! Give me five hundred desk pressed, count them out!"

"I can't," Quentin says. As the guys already began to do so. 

"LI-" the teacher began.

"My desk is literally practically under your desk," Quintin spoke again.

The man huffed, annoyed as he quickly pulled the door open, he propped it open before he walked over to the teacher's desk, and packed his hands under it. He easily lifted it and pushed it out into the hall.

"Oh fuc-" Quintin began.

"Language!" The teacher scolded. "Six hundred for you!"

Quintin thought about cursing the man. But stoped as the others we already at ten. And he quickly began.
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"Oh, I know! You point him out, and I'll run him over!" Tarah says.

"That's illegal. It's attempted murder, planned murder," Quintin huffed, crossing his arms. "Can I drive today?"

"Why, so you have an exude not to attend class?" She puts on a voice to mock him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I got in a car crash, and landed in the hospital. And, my sister is on her death bed. No!"

"Oh, come on, I'm not a bad driver!"

"I'm traumatized by the one time you drove! I have a scar!" She pulled her sleeve down.

Quinton examined the scratch there. "No. That was when you barged into my room and began to accuse me of stealing your book, and I threw a book, at you."

"Yeah, what did you have in that book?"

"Oh, I lost my book mark and took a paper clip, but, it was broken and sharp, so, it cut you when I threw it at you."
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"Okay, so, we have an idea," Logan had pulled Quinten to the side. "To get rid of Mr. Masterpiece."

"Ms. Knight packed us all corn chowder, so, we are going to use it to pretend we vomited, and, then, eat it." Logan explained.

Quintin scrunched  up his nose. "Okay... so, I just have to eat, corn chowder off a desk, with you guys? Serial, I say we call the cops and say how we was creepily taking off his shirt, and had no pants on. That has to be almost-public indecency, right?"
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Mr. Masterpiece called his hand together. "Now, let me jot down something on how fitness and body oil" the man flexed. "Helps build a strong immune system,"

The teens pretend to smile, as the man turned to the board. Kendall snapped his fingers. Logan reached inside the bag on his desk, pulling out the thermostat as James pulled out a spray bottle, aiming it at his face and pulling the small level there.  Kendall took the thermostat from Logan, twisting it open and pouring it on James desk.

James coupled up a small handful, shoving it in his mouth before he made a retching sound. It caused for Mr. Masterpiece to turn.  "Whoa, whoa."

"Awesome!" Carlos exclaimed. "Chunky vomit!"

All the boys grabbed a spoon, Kendall throwing one at Quintin before all dived forward.

"No! Don't touch that! Don't touch that!" The teacher yelled. "Germs!"

The huge as began to use the spins to shovel the food in their mouths. Carlos's yelling in his it takes good, and Kendall making a face of enjoying the 'spit up' food.  Mr. Masterpiece slapped his hands to the side of his face, yelling in horror and distrust before he ran out.  "Those kids are animals!"
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They had once again, been called down to 'Prinicpal Rocque's office. The man slammed some a book.

"The A.S.P.A Offical School Registry?" Kendal read aloud.

"And it's filled with every A.S.A.P licensed teacher that I can and will call! Everyone you chase one off, I have ten thousand waiting in the wings." He tossed the book to Logan, who hadn't expected it, and fell to the side.

"It's a big book, guys.  Your next teacher will be here in thirty minutes." Kelly spoke up.

"You play by my rules!" Gustavo yelled. Then stood up. "I win! I'm gonna laugh and leave victorious now." Gustavo began to laugh, evilly as he walked out.

"Well, I guess we can kiss the palm woods school good-bye," James sighed.

"Maybe not. This isn't just a list of teachers," Logan spoke. "It also has the rules every A.S.A.P school needs to follow."

"I smell brain!" Kendall smiled.

As the got off the seats, and rounded to read the book over Logan's shoulders.

"Okay. According to this, we are entitled to...hot lunches, outdoor breaks and interscholastic sports programs." Logan read out loud.

"We didn't get any of that!" Carlos exclaimed.

"Exactly. So," Logan stood up from his seat. "if Gustavo wants to have a school here-"

"He's gonna play by these rules," Kendall gestured to the book.

"I smell plan," James says.

"Huh," Quinton hummed. "I was gonna burn the book and start accusing the teachers of crimes,"

The four boys turned to him, either looking confused and concerned.

"You, know, like, Mr. Masterpiece for public indecency, and Ms. Chisdak with assault of a minor."

"Was your plan to get all the teachers arrested?" Logan asked.

"As far as I planned out, yes," Quintin nodded.
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"Oh, take my clothes!" Tarah yelled in excitement upon hearing his plan. "I've tried out for the soccer team!"

Quintin shrugged. "Sure, hand me your bag."

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The five boys had collected their clothes, all dirty, although it was Kendall, James and Quintin, who had returned to the studio, and dumped in onto the red couch, in front of Gustavo and Kelly.  

"Oh, hey, Principal Rocque," Kendall smiled and waved at him. As they walked out.

"Hey," Gustavo ran after the teens. "I hope there's good reason my control room is filed with your sweaty socks!"

"Well, A.S.A.P rule 209 states that all stung must have adequate storage for personal belongings," Kendall faked a laugh.

"Which the school of Roqcue hasn't provided," James notified.

"Oh, I don't like the sound of this," Kelly speaks.

Logan and Carlos walked pass, backpacks strapped to themselves. They had entered in Gustavo's office.

"Hey!" Gustavo ran after them. "That shelf is for my awards!"

"You would. Want to be in violation of A.S.P.A rules, would you?" Logan asks back.

"You could lose your business," Carlos tells him.

Which was when Kelly took the book from Kendalls's hand. "They're right."

"Find a place for the dogs-"

"You're the bitch-" Quintin interfered, offended for his newly acquired friends (and himself, he has no clue if Gustavo was calling him a a dog aswell, or was leading to another name).

"And the cat-"

"How to fu-"

"Stop cursing!" Kelly yelled at him.

"to keep their smelly stuff. Which is not in my office! And where's your teacher?" Gustavo asked.

"Yeah, we told him A.S.A.P ensures teachers five paid sick days," James smiled. "And two personal days a year."

They heared cheering, causing Gustavo to run out. The teacher had been dressed in beach wear. He held a surf board. "So long, suckers!"

"Sounds like a personal day to me," Kendall says, placing a hand on Gustavo's shoulder.
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"Yes! I'm telling you! Get the pig. It will eat anything, they smell. It'll totally annoy him!" Quintin grins.
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They had chosen a goat, instead. They had installed a basketball horn, and managed to get Jerseys. The basketball horn had caused for Gustavo to run out of his office, seeing the four boys dressed in jerseys. And a reef walking by.

"You are familiar with A.S.A.P's stance on interscholastic athletics, right?" Kendall asked.

Gustavo made a loud panic sigh, questioning. He turns to Kelly to nodded in confirmation

"Did you see our goat?" Logan asked with smile. "We call it Gus Tavo."

The goat bleated.

"I wanted a pig, or a ferret," Quintin crossed his arms.

A buzzing went off, causing for Gustavo to look around frantically.

"Win, tigers, win!" The crowds cheered as Gustavo ran over to the rehearsal room. There, was the tiger team,

"We're playing the cast of Hopeless Housewives," James informed.

"I'm cheering for the tigers," Quintin says when he poked back at the score.

"Oh, don't be fooled my the score," Kendall says. "We're playing great."

They run off.

"No. There not!" Quintin says, but holds up he sign for his friends. "Yeah! Go goats!"

"Hey, if you can't beat them, join them," Kelley shrugged.

Gustavo ran on to the 'court', trying to push aside the teams. "Get out of my studio! Get out!"

Gustavo had been shoved to the floor. Whne the last second counted down. A player on the tigers jumped up, slamming the ball into the hoop. He has fallen, right into a drum set.

"Principal's office. NOW!" Gustavo demands.
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Gustavo slammed down a rule. "I am the principal of this school. And I do not govern into to demands and hooliganistic tactics don't scare me."

"I mean, they are more meant to annoy than scare you," Quintin says.

"Sabotage? Shmoobatage!"

"Thank his he's not the English teacher."

"You cannot beat me! Now, what you've done here cannot and will not go unpunished. Which is why I hereby expel you!"

"What?" James asked. "What does that mean!"

"It means...you are hereby kicked out of the school of Rocque! Now get out! Go on! Move it!"

The five left. But stood outside the door.

"So, from now on, I'll pick up the guys from the Palm Woods and have ten here by twelve thirty?" Kelly speaks.

"Yeah."

The boys scream, jumping around. Carlos has grabbed onto Quintin's shoulders, shaking him.
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The five stood in find of the tv in the palm woods lobby, where Katie was seen 'beating up' a kid in the grass. "Kids didn't always get along, but they do always get dirty. So if you're are mud-magnets like mine be sure to use Suds-o-laundry detergent," Ms. knight came into the screen. "The only detergent that knocks out stains."

"Nice job," Kendall tells Katie.

"I am loving this town," Katie says.

Just them, the man who sat behind the desk-Quintin didn't care to learn his name-walked out, wearing a fur jacket, food chains around his neck, and a stack of cash in his hands. "So am I." He walked pass them.
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"Okay, time to go school, palm woods style," James smiled, as they all began to take a seat.

"Hello, ladies," Kendall leaned forward.

Quintin shook his head, crouching in his seat. "I don't know them."

"Okay, class, let's start with science." The teacher spoke. Where we're gonna talk about water displacement."

Kendall, Logan, Carlos and James stood up, water guns in their hands and they when to yell and spray the water at the students. Carlos held a pie.

But, as no one else in the room acted, the four stopped yelling

"That's cool is much more fun on our fantasies," Carlos says. "Wasn't it?"
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