Well, don't ask me why I didn't update for so long. Please just review.
A VERY MAD MONDAY
"Hey, cutie," Drake-in-Josh's-body said flirtatiously to a passing brunette. Jenny Lansing or something, he thought. She's cute.
She gave him an oh-my-God-a-fatty-is-trying-to-hit-on-me! look and walked away quickly.
Drake stared after her with a slack jaw. No girl's EVER given me that look before! he though indignantly. Then a ray of light cut through. Oh…I forgot. I'm JOSH now. He looked over to see what was going on with Josh.
He was standing there, busy trying to shoo off girls fighting with each other for his phone number. Of course, he could easily have filled his entire week with dates with each of the girls…Sophia, Kyla, Nadine, Tori, Shana, Jacqui… But then, this was, after all, JOSH NICHOLS we were talking about. Given even the best of opportunities – like now – he'd never even dream of dreaming of cheating on Mindy, even for kicks.
This weirded Drake out a bit, but he understood how much Josh loved Mindy, gross as she might be. Which reminded him – oh my GOD – what if Mindy saw him? She might try to kiss him or something! EW! Must be avoided at all costs! He had to hide his face and walk…except, what do about the enormous butt he was now loaded with? He'd have to be extra careful that the following people didn't bump into him –
(a) Mindy Crenshaw!!
(b) Mrs. Hayfer (she might ask him for help…brrr)
(c) Anyone from any of the geeky clubs in school!!
And what about classes? Josh was expected to be a genius at stuff like college studies, which Drake was definitely NOT. Well…the teachers would just have to cope with a Dumb Josh today!
"Drake," Mrs. Hayfer said. "Get out of the class."
Josh stared at her. Not quite used to the idea of being sent out of any class. Particularly Mrs. Hayfer's. "Excuse me, Mrs. Hayfer?"
"I said," Mrs. H replied. "Get out of the class."
"B-but…what did I do?"
"Drake," said Mrs. H, her nostrils flaring the way they always did whenever she spoke to Drake. "When I ask you to go out of class, you don't ask me why, you keep quiet and go out of class."
"But I didn't do anything!"
"That's it. I'm failing you for the next five pop quizzes. One of which, that reminds me, I have scheduled for today." The class groaned, glaring knives at Josh, who was just sitting there with a this-is-EXPLOITATION-call-Oprah! expression on his face. "Good luck, class," Mrs. Hayfer said in her most I-hope-you-all-fail voice, distributing the quizzes.
"M-Mrs. Hayfer?" Josh barely managed to open his mouth. "M-M-May I, er, take the quiz…?"
"No!" Mrs. Hayfer said, practically before Josh even managed to finish his sentence.
"Yes ma'am," Josh mumbled, looking extremely sad. A suspended pop quiz?! AAAAHH!!!
Meanwhile, Drake was having a hoot freaking out all of Josh's teachers. In fact, the only things he was NOT enjoying were the grossed-out looks he was receiving from all the hot girls, and the fact that once this class (a shared one with Mindy) was over, there were 100 per cent chances of Mindy approaching him.
But Drake was a guy who lived in the spur of the moment.
He finished folding up a paper plane and chucked it at the back of Mr. Gellar, Josh's Algebra II teacher, who was busy scribbling 'stuff' (which Drake interpreted as something plus something divided by something equals to something some alphabet) on the chalkboard.
Mr. Gellar swiveled around. "WHO DID THAT!" he barked. Drake snickered.
Hope it's good!