They were all supposed to be inside Tyron’s flat, snuggling with a bunch of girls as the movie James Bond flashed across the screen of his 83 inch flat screen TV. André had a plan. He was supposed to stuff himself up with a bunch of pizza as they pretended it was already past midnight.
But, no. Shaun just had to drag them all out on their keesters to pay the Headmistress’ room a visit. They were gonna do the plan now while the Headmistress was still in the school, probably making up new rules to f**k them all up.
André groaned as he slid down his seat at the back of Tyron’s pickup truck. “Can’t we just go back?” he whined like a five year old. “What about all the girls.”
“Forget the girls,” Wylan said and laughed maniacally. “We’re gonna pay that b***h a visit.”
“I can’t believe I’m he
