When Monday morning rolled around, Geoff had wondered several times whether or not he could muster up the courage to show his face at school. After the incident at the party happened, he had gotten numerous amounts of texts, calls, and even letters about him "coming out of the closet."

He knew he was not gay, but what he didn't know is how the rumor gotten around so quickly. He wasn't one-hundred percent sure who was the main reason. Geoff was sure that Sierra wouldn't blatantly blackmail someone like that. It had to be someone else. But who could it have been?

He had seen several articles on the school website about the event occurring, but he was too busy bawling his eyes out about the incident to do anything. Now the articles were deleted because they were deemed morally unacceptable.

His 6:45 alarm blared throughout his room. The alarm was originally set for 6:30, but he hit the snooze button enough times to give him time to decide whether or not it was worth it.

"I guess I got to go and learn something," Geoff grudgingly said leaning up from his bed. He stood up and slowly made his way to his closet to grab some clothes. Little did he know, a pile of clothes on the floor caused him to trip and faceplant into the ground. It was Tyler's clothes that he left after the party.

Tyler was not nearly as impacted popularity wise as Geoff was because of this event. Even if he was affected at all, nothing would change for him. He would still be a loser known mainly for the football screw up, but now a misinterpreted event as well.

He had spent the weekend trying to figure out who manipulated the event into blowing up as big as it did. His first guess was that Sierra was to blame, but then he remembered that Sierra was only the messenger. His thought process always remembered the whole "Don't shoot the messanger" cliché, but if she was the messenger, who was the sender?

He had saved the articles that Sierra posted on his computer, which he used a lot more once he lost every ounce of popularity. He looked at everyone who donated a quote to the article. Even though Tyler currently was making a D in the Statistics class he was in, he knew how to pick out people contributing the most important information.

The people he had picked out were listed as so; Dakota, Katie and Sadie, Trent, DJ, Heather, and Alejandro. The plan Tyler had was he was going to base his next Statistic project on finding out how many people actually believe that Geoff had "come out of the closet." It would be tough talking to people due to the fact no one wanted to be seen around him, but it needed to be done.

Tyler's alarm for 6:45 went off as his preparations for school started. He stood from his computer desk and headed towards the closet to change out of his pajamas into his usual clothes.

Duncan was napping peacefully in the morning detention room. Usually Mr. Pardue did the morning detention duty, but today, it was someone else. This someone else woke Duncan up with a swift ruler to the desk.

"How did you get in here so early!? All the doors were locked by the time I got here!" the person's voice pierced through every wall of silence that the room had.

"Hmm," responded a half-awake Duncan as he rubbed his eyes to wake up. As soon as his eyes opened fully for the first time he saw who the detention person was. It was probably the one person who got on his nerves more than Chef. It was the BETA president Courtney Purude.

"Well if it isn't Ms. Prude," Duncan snorted with a laugh. Courtney hit the desk with the ruler again causing the delinquent to jump.

"It's Purude, not prude!" she snapped sticking the ruler right in front of his face. He put up his hand and pushed the ruler out the way.

"You've never had a boyfriend in your life, you're Ms. Prude to me," Duncan retorted laughing. She tried to hit him with the ruler but Duncan grabbed it and was prepared to snap it.

"Don't you do that! It's school property, if you break it you'll get sent straight back to juvie, again," Courtney commented crossing her arms with the smirk that royally pissed Duncan off.

"I'm never forgiving you for ratting me out in the third grade whenever I took the Fruit Roll-Ups from the snack line since I didn't have any money," Duncan said throwing the ruler on the desk next to him. "Why are you in morning detention, did someone see the pole shoved up your butt and accused you of being a stripper or something?"

"I'm actually running morning detention this morning as a form of volunteer hours. Being president of the BETA club means I have to set the example for everyone else so that way whenever I'm graduated people can do just as well as me," Courtney bragged sticking her nose up in the air. "Even if it means dealing with misfits like you!"

"The only reason you don't like me is because I have had more fun in my life compared to you," Duncan said smirking and leaning back in the chair.

"Having a criminal record is not fun. Doing community service for the less fortunate, like yourself, is what fills me with glee," she argued reaching for the ruler again.

"No no Ms. President, if you hit me with that ruler my muscles will cause it to break you would have technically broke the ruler yourself, and I could get you sent to juvie," Duncan threatened. "Just because I go to juvie almost every other week doesn't mean I know how to find a loophole."

"Very true," she admitted withdrawing her hand from the ruler. "Lucky for you, you are the only one here today."

"Everyone else must have heard you were in charge for today so they ran for the hills," he insulted crossing his arms and kicking his feet up on the desk in front of him.

"Just shut up so I don't have to do anything about it," Courtney snapped going over to the front desk. She sat down in the large black spinning chair and pulled out a Physics textbook.

Duncan on the other hand pulled out a small knife and started making an inscription of a skull on the desk next to him. He had figured that if the prank goes well today, dealing with her won't be so bad for the rest of the week.

Bridgette woke up at 6:15 that morning. It was true that girls do have to take more time to get ready for school, but Bridgette wanted to do some meditating on her own. She was still stuck on what happened with Geoff even though they barely knew each other.

She talked to Dawn about what to do and was instructed that every morning she should meditate for thirty minutes about the problem at hand. Every day the solution will grow clearer and clearer, but the one meditating has to be aware not only visually but spiritually. While most of this went in one ear and out another, Bridgette did get the meditating part.

While Bridgette meditated she thought about everything that had happened. When she saw Geoff walk down the stairs she did feel happy. When she saw Dakota at the bottom she thought maybe Geoff was playing her to humiliate her, but she felt as if Geoff was too nice to do something like that. Then she remembered a naked Izzy and Owen and shuddered, yeah Izzy was attractive but Owen was not.

Dakota though, she was the one who stuck out the most before Geoff and Tyler kissed. She looked like she was in the mood to ruin something, that something involving Geoff. She had read the articles online before they were taken down and she remembered exactly what Dakota had said. Could she have had planned this whole time to take down Geoff? She didn't seem that smart at all when they were in the Honors English class together. There had to be someone else, but who…

BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEP! The 6:45 alarm she had set to snap her out of meditation shredded every thought of the topic from her head.

"Time to get ready for school I guess," she said standing up to get ready for that day of school.

I had been doing my own kind of research on the Geoff topic. I was trying to analyze every piece of information so I could use it for my article. I now have a topic for the next argument paper that my AP Lang teacher would assign.

The argument is that the more popular a person is, the bigger they fall whenever they are embarrassed over social media. The evidence was all there. Geoff, party king of the high school, got caught kissing the most unpopular "jock" in the tri-county area. Geoff's popularity dropped down faster than the speed of light.

Then there was Tyler. Yes he was already unpopular as it is, but this event really had no impact on him at all. Tyler was still the unpopular loser everyone knew him for. No gay event like this would cause a big hoopla about him all because Geoff stole all of the attention. It really was going to be a fantastic paper once my pen hits the paper, but it won't come for a few weeks so there's time to make a detailed outline or two.

RINGGGGG RINGGGGG RINGGGGG! My phone alarm for 6:45 went off peacefully waking me from my light sleep. I leaned up with a yawn and ran through what would most likely happen throughout today. There had to be at least one assembly about ridiculing a fellow student but there might not be one due to it being close to the end of the first quarter. Either way it was going to be an interesting day.

While everyone flooded into school that Monday morning, a group of people gathered out in the front of the school. This group was the selected group of people that Duncan gathered to assist him in the prank against Chef.

"Alright, so Brick, Jo, Eva, myself, Staci, and Scott are all here," Gwen stated looking through the text message Duncan had sent her.

"Yeah yeah, get along with the plan," Scott griped whittling away at a piece of wood.

"Shut it PWT," Gwen snapped. She scrolled through the text to make sure she knew what she was about to say next. "Alright Staci, you have Chef for his Health class. You need to chat it up as much as possible so that way he won't notice all of Duncan's doings around the classroom."

"Affirmative!" Staci confirmed with a smile. "What all did he exactly do?"

"I don't know, he just said he was going to vandalize the room somehow," Gwen said shrugging. "Next up is Eva. You have to defend the part of the lunch room where Chef's special made food is."

"What do I get out of this again?" Eva asked with her trademark scowl.

"Duncan said he would take away all detentions from you and put it on himself," Gwen reminded her as she turned to Jo and Brick. "You two have to cause trouble so Chef sends you to his office and has a meeting with you."

"M'am yes m'am!" Brick said snapping to attention.

"Calm down cadet wimpy," Jo said pushing Brick aside. She gave a nod of approval to Gwen to make sure she understood.

"Next up is Scott, you have to make sure that Chef stays on this plan all day long no matter what," Gwen explained carefully. "If he even looks like he is going to take a step in the wrong direction you have to fix it."

"Gosh that's so much work," Scott complained keeping all of his focus on whatever he was whittling.

"Whatever," Gwen retorted. She knew Scott would do it anyways so she didn't worry about it. "Now my job is to make it seem like Chef has wrecked his pants so all of this starts. Everyone ready?"

"Yeah!" the group said in unison. Obviously Eva and Scott said it unenthusiastically, Jo and Brick put effort into it, and Staci was beaming with excitement.

"We meet again at break with the ringleader, Duncan," Gwen saying the final statement. "And break!"

The group all split up as they each went to their first class of the day, except Gwen who went to initiate the prank.

A/N: Here is the brand new chapter! Hope everyone enjoys! In about two weeks or so school will start for me so updates will probably be once a week more than likely, but I will continue and finish this story no matter what! So stay followed/favorite, remember to review, and most of all enjoy!