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The sun was like a warm blanket over the city of Bluffington. Two newcomers had moved in last weekend, and were now headed south on the road.

Molly Ferguson was looking out the window while her mother, Myra, was driving her to her new school in her old minivan. This place was nothing like Yellowseed. For starters, it was bigger and busier. Yellowseed was more of a farming town, while this place was more modern. Molly wondered if she could build a new secret hideout here.

"You excited for your first day, Lollipop?" Myra smiled at her daughter. A mixture of concern and encouragement was on her face.

"Hmm." Molly shrugged as she twirled a lock of her purple hair around her finger. Her skin was lilac, and she had freckles peppering her cheeks. She wore a white and red baseball tee underneath a gray jean vest, black jeans, and black and gray boots with red shoelaces.

She always hated that nickname, or really any nickname for that matter, but in the privacy of the car she couldn't be bothered to care. 

Myra gave her daughter a sympathetic smile. "Look, even if today sucks, at least try to make some friends for me. You never know, you might find someone in that building that likes you for who you really are."

What was the point? Being herself clearly didn't work out before. That was the whole reason why Molly adopted this new identity in the first place. At least she wouldn't have to worry about being messed with. But, for her mother's sake, Molly would at least try to make a good first impression. She wasn't betting on anything, though. 

Myra parked out in front of Bluffington School. With a deep breath, Molly braced herself for whatever challenges lay ahead for her. As she got out of the car, Molly slung her backpack over her shoulder.

"I'm gonna be working late again tonight," Myra informed. "There's a lasagna you can heat up at home if you get hungry. Good luck at school, honey!"

Molly waved as she saw her mother drive off into the distance. She looked around as a few other kids were scattered around and talking about the latest news in town.

Well, here goes nothing.

Meanwhile, Doug Funnie and his best friend Skeeter Valentine were discussing their latest comic collaboration by the lockers.

"I was thinking we could bring back Robobone for a revenge plot. Or maybe do a special crossover with The Waxinator. What do you think, Skeet? Skeeter?" His friend stopping dead in his tracks caused him to halt as well. 

Something had caught the attention of his taller blue friend. Or rather, someone.

"Skeeter? Hello?" Doug waved a hand over his eyes, but to no avail. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

"The Yellowseed Greaser Queen..." Skeeter finally whispered.

"Who?"

"The Yellowseed Greaser Queen, Doug!" Skeeter trembled as he spoke up. He pointed at the girl who had just come out from the principal's office. "She's majorly tough! One time, she got into a fight with a group of five boys! And won! Another time, she caught a live lake monster with her bare hands! And now she's here at our school!"

"Really?" Doug couldn't believe it...

He imagined a bulking Greaser Queen grabbing him and turning him into a human basketball. She dribbled him around and dunked him into a net up above with a devious cackle.

Doug gulped. "Oh golly..."

"Hey, if I were you you, I'd be watching my back." Skeeter advised.

As Molly walked past the two, the boys looked away from her nervously. Doug could make out what appeared to be a scowl. He felt a shiver roll down his spine at the sight of her. If what Skeeter said about her is true, then she might be worse than Percy Femur.

Doug would surely be in for the fight of his life...

Mrs. Wingo's class was buzzing with the latest news. It didn't take long for the gossip surrounding the Greaser Queen to spread around the school.

"Make sure your locker's shut tight!" 

"You don't have to tell me twice! I locked everything twice!"

Meanwhile, Roger Klotz was seemingly the only person to not be concerned about her presence.

"She doesn't sound so tough to me. You guys are seriously gonna let some girl scare ya?" He leaned back in his chair. "Even we can easily take her on! Right, fellas?"

"Uh, are you sure Roger? I mean, she does sound strong..." Willie expressed some worry. 

In response, Roger whacked him upside the head.

"Ow! I mean, yeah! Totally!"

"Alright, time to settle down. Today's the day we start reading 'Bridge to Terabithia'." Mrs. Wingo interrupted the class' ramblings. "All the reading will be done in class, but you will all be given homework on each chapter."

All of the students' worries turned to frustration and groans.

"Now, now. I'm sure some of you will really grow to like this book!" Mrs. Wingo encouraged. "Also, I'm pleased to announce that we have a new student joining us. You may come in now, Miss Ferguson."

A new student?

Wait a minute...

Everyone's worst fears came true. Molly Ferguson, the Greaser Queen of Yellowseed, was now a part of their class. Molly took off her sunglasses and let them hang over her vest pocket.

"This is Molly Ferguson." Mrs. Wingo introduced her.

"Hey," Molly waved cooly.

"She'll be joining our class starting today. I want all of you to make her feel welcome here at Bluffington School. Now, why don't you go take that seat over there next to Connie Benge?" Mrs. Wingo pointed to a chubby girl in a green dress with blue hair.

Connie apprehensively raised her hand, pointing out an empty seat by the book shelf. Molly hardly acknowledged any of her new classmates as she got to her desk.

Doug began to shake. Not only would he have to watch himself in the halls, but he would also have to watch himself in class...

Doug then imagined himself on a large pan, unable to escape.

"Alright, class. Today we're going to be dissecting a rare Douglas Funnicus. Otherwise known as... A Doug Funnie!" Molly had a scalpel in one hand and a pointer in the other, directed towards a labeled diagram of himself.

"As I was saying earlier, we'll spend today on the first chapter and continue reading one chapter a day. At the end of each day, you'll be given an assignment related to each chapter." Ms. Wingo elaborated. "You'll also be quizzed every few chapters."

For everyone else, the book was the last thing on their minds. With them right now was a ruthless fighting machine. She even had bandages around her fingers! 

This was going to be a long school year...

Lunch time rolled by without a hitch. Doug and Skeeter headed out to their usual lunch spot inside while discussing their plans. Doug had his sketchbook out and was brainstorming ideas.

"Hey, Funnie! You drawing in that diary of yours again?" Roger teased.

"Cut it out, Roger." Doug tried to wave him away.

"Aww, what's the matter Doug? Afraid that someone's gonna see that Quail Dude planting one on Miss Mayo?" 

Doug's face turned red at the suggestion. "No!"

"Well then, what's the matter? Afraid to show your stuff? Aren't we buddies, after all?"

"Hardly." Doug replied dryly.

"Why don't you go pick on someone else for a change, huh?" Skeeter said. "I mean, Molly is at our school now."

"Sounds tempting, but I like you guys a lot more. It nevet gets old watching you two squirm!"

Doug and Skeeter sighed simultaneously.

Molly took her lunchbox and headed towards the cafeteria. Everyone seemed to be avoiding her like the plague.

So much for making a good first impression...

What was she thinking? This was what she wanted. That way, she can't get hurt again.

All the seats appeared to be taken, save for one lone table outside in the courtyard. With a shrug, Molly made her way outside and sat down. Her lunchbox was adorned with vintage stickers and had her name plastered on the label with Sharpie. Today's lunch was an egg salad sandwich with chips and apple juice.

Just as she was about to take a bite, Molly saw a shadow looming over her.

Guess trouble had a way of finding her.

"Hey uh, that looks pretty good, Ferguson." Roger nudged her. "You wouldn't mind if I were to take it off your hands, would ya?"

"Actually, I would mind." Molly resumed her eating.

"I don't think you understand what I'm laying down here. Either you hand over your lunch now or I'm gonna make you pay for mine for the rest of the week!"

"You tell her, Roger!" Willie encouraged him.

"So, what do you say?" Roger draped an arm over her shoulder.

In response, Molly stomped down hard onto Roger's foot.

"YEOW!" Roger immediately went to grab the afflicted foot. "This isn't over, Ferguson! You'll regret this!"

The four boys walked away. Or, in Roger's case, hopped away.

Molly rolled her eyes. Guys like him were all bark and no bite. Speaking of, her sandwich wasn't going to eat itself.

Once lunch was over, everyone filed back into their respective classrooms. Molly was the last to enter, and the class grew silent at her presence.

"It's now time for math." Mrs. Wingo announced. "Open your textbooks to Page 137."

As Doug fished through his backpack for his, he noticed that something was missing.

"Oh no! Where is it?" Doug frantically searched around with a hushed whisper.

"Where's what, Doug?" Skeeter whispered back.

"My sketchpad! It's gone!" Doug accidentally spoke up louder than intended.

"Boys! Pay attention!" Mrs. Wingo reprimanded them both. 

Doug couldn't concentrate throughout the lesson. What was he to do? Without his sketchpad, all of his drawings and references would be gone! Who would ever do such a thing as to take one of his prized possessions?

He imagined a scene similar to the crime shows his parents watched. Five people were lined up against a black and white backdrop labeled with numbers. Each of them were suspects, including Roger Klotz and Molly Ferguson.

"Numbers 3 and 5, please step forward."

Roger and Molly both had scheming expressions.

"It was one of them, officer! I just know it!

"Psst! Doug!"

Skeeter passed him a folded up piece of paper. Doug discreetly opened it.

"Meet me after school at the basketball court.

-Molly Ferguson."

Oh no!

On top of his sketchpad being missing, Molly Ferguson also wanted to be alone with him! He was trying to think of what he could have possibly done to offend her or make her want to fight him. That had to be the only reason she wanted to see him. He heard all the stories about her by now, after all.

Now he was even more worried than he was before. He was going to be known as the boy that got beat up by a girl.

Maybe she'd be merciful to him? Wait, what was he thinking? She was practically a boxer!

Skeeter looked away, signalling that he was on his own for this one.

He would soon have to face the music.

After school, Doug waited for Molly at the exact location stated in her note. Everyone else was either on the bus, walking home, or going somewhere else now. Doug felt his knees buckling in anticipation.

"You're Doug, right?" The familiar voice of a girl spoke behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

Doug turned around. It was Molly Ferguson!

"Y-y-y-y-yes! I-I'm D-D-Doug... F-Funnie..." Doug stammered.

"Good." Molly put her bag down. "Cuz I've got something for ya."

Doug braced himself for the worst. He shut his eyes tight and prepared to be served the beating of a lifetime.

"Here."

Doug opened one of his eyes, then the other. In her hands was none other than...

"My sketchpad!"

"You left it in the lunch room." Molly explained, still trying to keep a cool exterior.

Now Doug was beginning to feel awful. This whole time, he assumed that Molly was some kind of ominous delinquent that wanted to beat him up. Now he knew what she truly set out to do.

"Wow... Thanks..."

And it was still in good condition! Maybe even neater than when he had it.

"Don't mention it." Molly waved and began to walk off.

Maybe Molly wasn't all that bad, after all. Maybe there's some good in her, and some of the rumors aren't true. The major thing Doug learned that day was to never judge a book by its cover.

Before he could say anything else to the new girl, she was already gone.

Chapter Text

Another day passed at Bluffington School. Just after the bell rang to signal the end of the week, Mrs. Wingo had an announcement to make.

"Before I dismiss you for the day, there's a little announcement that someone would like to make. Take it away, Beebe." Mrs. Wingo turnes things over to the rich redhead.

"I'm having a party at my house this Sunday, and all the girls in school are invited!" Beebe revealed.

All the girls turned to each other, excited for the event and gossiping among each other. They all began discussing how fun Beebe's parties were. All except one Molly Ferguson. She had moved to Bluffington from Yellowseed on Monday, but her reputation for being a cool, tough girl continued to follow her. Molly shrugged this off, believing that she didn't need anyone else's company but her own.

"Oh... Sorry, Molly. Looks like I'm out." Beebe shrugged as she turned away and joined up with her friends.

But then why did she feel so sad over not getting an invitation passed out to her at the door?

Molly walked out of the classroom feeling frustrated. She should have had more invitations ready if she said she was going to invite everyone. It wasn't fair that she was the one to get singled out. Was she not cool enough for them or something?

Wait, why did she even care so much? It was just a stupid party. They'd probably just be spending all their time gossiping and doing each other's nails.

Just as she was about to turn the corner, Molly overheard some people talking. She could recognize Beebe Bluff and Patti Mayonnaise's voices. Molly hid behind the corner, listening in carefully.

"It's just that... Well... I can't have someone like Molly at my party. You know all the things people say about her." Beebe shook her head. "Her being around will just make me look bad."

Molly felt her heart start to sting. She quickly walked past the two, not even bothering to acknowledge Patti as she exited the school.

Stupid girls. Stupid friends. Who needs them? Not Molly Ferguson, that's for sure.

When she got home and into her room, however, all those tears she had been holding back finally rushed out.

That evening, Molly was re-reading some of her comics. She still couldn't take her mind off of the invitation situation. She likely would have said no anyway, but an extended offer would have been nice. It's common courtesy, for Pete's sake!

But what could she do? How could she get herself out of these doldrums? She didn't like feeling like this. It made her feel gross inside.

That's it!

She would host her own party, and not invite anyone. It would be an official party of one. It'll be the best party she's ever attended and planned.

Molly Ferguson was a genius.

The next day, Molly got to work making decorations for the upcoming party. She even had a playlist for her boombox and a whole charcuterie display planned. The movie for the night would be Space Invaders 2, only the greatest Ryan Pappernery movie ever made.

"What's with all the paper, Lollipop?" Her mother asked, entering her room and looking at all the crafts strewn about.

"I'm planning a party." Molly replied, not looking up from her work.

"A party? That's great! Who's coming?" Myra asked with a smile.

"No one." Molly said matter-of-factly. "It's just going to be me."

Her mother looked at her with surprise. "All by yourself?"

"Yep!" Molly finished another project.

"Well, isn't there anybody you want to invite from school?" Myra pondered.

Molly shook her head. "No."

She didn't need anyone else's company to bave fun.

"Well, if you need any help, just call me okay?" Myra left her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

Jeez, why do Moms always have to be so nosy?

Molly then began to daydream, thinking of all the ways her party would be spectacular. She could see it now- the freshly cleaned disco ball hanging from the ceiling, the streamers and balloons all around, dance music booming, and a late night movie to top everything off. She even imagined the local news doing a story on the greatest party no one attended.

Molly looked out the window to see a few girla from school walking on the sidewalk. No doubt on their way to Beebe's party. She could have plenty of fun without them, she told herself. After all, a party of one has all the fun.

"Look, I really think you should give Molly a chance." Patti tried once more to convince Beebe. "She might not be all that she seems."

"But she's a scrapper, Patti! I can't have any of her uncivilized behavior at my party tonight! Besides, it's totally off theme." Beebe protested.

Tonight's theme was A Night In Versailles, and Molly would stick out like a sore thumb! Beebe couldn't adford to have that.

Patti sighed. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Molly, even with her reputation for being a greaser queen. It wasn't fair to her that she didn't get an invitation while everyone else did. But Beebe was a stubborn girl, and it would have to take some kind of miracle for her to change her mind once she was set on something.

She just hoped that miracle would come soon.

The day for Molly's party of one would now officially take place tomorrow. Molly was practically shaking with excitement. She had even made herself a special outfit for the occasion - a leather jacket with studs and patches, ripped jeans, and combat boots. She felt like the coolest person in the world. She didn't need anyone else to have fun. Her own company would be more than enough, she told herself.

"You know, I still think you should invite a few people." Myra chimed in once more. "Why not that Patti girl? Or Connie? They seem nice."

Molly shook her head.

"I don't need anyone else, Mom. It's a party of one, remember?" Molly replied.

Myra shrugged. "Okay, suit yourself."

Molly spent the rest of the day putting finishing touches on her party preparations. She even made herself a cake and decorated it with colorful frosting. She couldn't wait for tomorrow to arrive.

As she settled into bed that night, Molly couldn't help but feel proud of herself for taking matters into her own hands. Who needs Beebe Bluff's stupid parties anyway? Not her.

Tomorrow was going to be the best day ever.

It was now Sunday, and Beebe's party was officially under way. Most every girl from school was there. Patti had just arrived with Connie in their respective costumes. Everyone there was treated like royalty. There were plenty of games to play, things to eat, and music to dance along to.

As the festivites went on, however, Beebe couldn't help but feel like something was missing. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but her party was lacking a certain energy. She tried to ponder what it was as she fanned herself.

"Beebe?" Patti asked. "Aren't you going to dance with the others?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'll be right over. Just give me a second." Beebe replied.

Beebe set down her fan. What was this feeling?

Molly had The Beets playing as she danced to the groove.

"Woo-ee-ooooh! Killer Tofuuuu!" Molly sang, pretending to play guitar.

In the back of her mind, she wondered how Beebe's party was going. Probably just a bunch of snooty rich girls talking about the latest fashion.

Although, maybe one or two people would be nice to have around...

Patti went up to Beebe once more once the dancing concluded for one song.

"You wanna know what I think is missing?"

"What?"

"I think Molly is missing." Patti said, looking at her friend. "She could have added some fun to this party."

Beebe rolled her eyes. "Oh please, Patti. You know why she wasn't invited."

"That's not fair, Beebe, and you know it." Patti replied, crossing her arms. "Just because she has a reputation doesn't mean she should be excluded from everything."

Beebe sighed. Maybe Patti had a point. But it was too late now.

"Where are you going?" Beebe asked.

"To Molly's house." Patti opened the front door.

"But you'll miss the games!" Beebe cried out to her. "And the Best Dressed Contest!"

"I think I can afford to miss out on that, tonight. Besides, there's always next time." Patti shrugged.

"But..."

"Patti's right, Beebe..." Connie agreed. "Even if Molly is scary, that doesn't mean she isn't fun."

Beebe watched as Patti and Connie left her party, feeling a pang of guilt in her chest. Maybe she had been too quick to judge Molly and exclude her from the invitation. As the night went on, more of her guests began to leave her party early. The more her guests left, the more empty she felt inside.

"Jefferson, call off the night please. I have something I need to do."

As Patti walked home, she went past Molly's house. She stopped in her tracks, taking note of the blaring music and lights coming from the windows.

"Is Molly having a party?" Connie asked.

"I dunno. Guess there's only one way to find out."

Patti and Connie went up to Molly's front door and rang the doorbell.

Molly opened the door, expecting the pizza delivery guy.

"Patti? Connie? What are you doing here?" She was taken by surprise.

"We were at Beebe's party, but we left early and thought we'd stop by." Patti explained.

"Hey, are you having a party yourself?" Connie asked.

Molly paused. She was, but she couldn't tell them it was just a party of one. That would look super lame!

"Yeah, I am." Molly nodded cooly.

"Is that The Beets? I love them!" Connie exclaimed.

"It's from their BizarroLand EP." Molly smiled. "Wanna come in?"

"Sure!"

As the three of them danced to the music, Molly realized that maybe she didn't need to be alone all the time to have fun. With the right people, she could enjoy herself. And soon three became five, and five became ten. Molly was caught off guard, but was still enjoying herself.

"I'll get it!" Patti offered to get the door when she heard the doorbell ring.

It was Beebe Bluff, head down and looking ashamed.

"Hey, guys..."

"Hey, Beebe... Why aren't you at your party?"

"Well... I..."

The party seemed to pause as everyone turned to Beebe.

"I... I'm sorry, Molly. I should have invited you to my party. It was wrong of me to exclude you just because of rumors and reputation." Beebe apologized, looking at Molly with regret in her eyes.

Molly looked at her for a moment before nodding. "It's okay, Beebe. I understand."

"Really? You forgive me?"

Molly smiled. "Of course I do. And you know what? You're welcome to join my party if you want."

Beebe's face lit up with surprise and gratitude. "Thank you, Molly. That means a lot."

And so, Beebe joined in on the fun at Molly's impromptu party of one-turned-several. The night was filled with laughter, dancing, and good company.

As the night came to a close, everyone said their goodbyes and headed home. Molly was left feeling happy and content with how everything had turned out.

It was that night where she developed a new nickname alongside Greaser Queen- Party Queen.

Chapter Text

As she stood in front of Roger Klotz, Molly Ferguson wondered how she got herself into this situation in the first place. On the outside, she was cool and collected. On the inside, however, she was sweating bullets. A crowd was formed around them on the basketball court, cheering and rooting for one or the other.

"You can do it, Roger!"

"Molly's gonna win for sure!"

She couldn't back out of this even if she wanted to. Her reputation was on the line. 

When the bell dinged, Molly remembered what caused this conundrum: her big, fat mouth.

It all started during lunch when Molly was being asked about her activities prior to attending Bluffington School.

"So, is it true? Did you really beat up all of those guys?" Connie Benge asked.

"Who wants to know?" Molly replied cooly, taking a sip of her milk.

"Well.. Everyone!" Connie replied. "They really wanna know if the stories about the famous Yellowseed Greaser Queen are true."

Molly couldn't help but chuckle. "You could say they are."

"Wow..." Connie's breath was taken away.

"As if that string bean could take down anybody."

Molly and Connie turned around. There stood Roger and his flock of goons.

"Hello to you, too, Roger." Molly rolled her eyes. "Don't you have someone else to make miserable?"

Roger put his foot up on the bench seat and leaned forward. "Aww, what's the matter Ferguson? You don't like my company?"

Molly scoffed. "I'd rather be stuck in a cage with Mr. Bone."

"Wow... That almost hurts my feelings, Ferguson." Roger feigned sadness.

"Whatever." Molly turned back around to focus on her food.

"But really, there's no way that someone like you could even take down Skunky Beaumont. Let alone five guys at once!" 

Without even skipping a beat, Molly replied with...

"Is that a challenge?"

"Say what?"

"What? You wanna prove me wrong, right? Or are you afraid of getting your butt kicked by a girl?"

At this point, a crowd had already formed around them. A chorus of oohs spread throughout the cafeteria.

Roger was now fuming. "I'm not afraid of anything!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Prove it then, ya big chicken!"

Roger glared at her, poking at her shoulder. "You and me. Friday. Basketball court. Right after school. I'll show you who's the real chicken!"

"You're on, Klotz!"

With a shared huff, the two walked away from each other. As the surrounding students gossipped among themselves, Molly's bravado secretly diminished the further she walked. 

What on earth did she just get herself into?

Molly was pacing around in her room later that day. What was she going to do? There was no way she could square up against Roger. It would be like bringing a stick to a knife fight, for Pete's sake! Everyone would see how weak and lame she really was, and she'd be back at square one.

She knew she couldn't take him on one by one, but at the same time she couldn't afford to back out either. There had to be something that would set her free while also saving face. But what?

She picked up one of her comics. What would Yo-Yo Girl do in her situation? Molly imagined the superhero in her place, using her signature weapon to trip up Roger and tie him up. 

If only she were that brave...

Well, not counting today, she had four days to come up with a solution. No pressure.

No pressure at all.

The next day, Molly plotted to land herself in detention for the week. With how much of a stickler Mr. Bone is for the rules, this should be a sitch. All she had to do was cause a bit of trouble. 

And Molly had just the plan.

With a few spray cans, Molly drew up a doodle of Mr. Bone on the side of the school. Just as she had hoped, Mr. Bone had caught her in the act.

"Miss Ferguson!"

"Oh, hi Mr. Bone..." Molly pretended to be shocked by his presence.

Mr. Bone got closer to the mural, eyeing it closely. "Is this supposed to be me, young lady?"

"Yes, sir." Molly nodded.

"Well, do you know what I have to say about this?"

Molly waited with anticipation...

"You... Are quite the talented artist!"

"Huh?"

"You got my features just right!" Mr. Bone was admiring the portrait. "You even put a crown on my head!"

That was supposed to be a bucket...

"You know, you should sign up for an art class." Mr. Bone complimented. "You've got quite the potential."

"Um... Thanks?"

With that, Mr. Bone began to chastise another student for littering. 

Well, so much for that idea.

"Uuuugggghhhh..."

Myra was sitting at the dining room table when her daughter came from downstairs on Wednesday. 

"Molly? Are you okay, sweetie?"

"I threw up..."

"Oh no..." Myra got up, putting her coffee down. She put a hand on her daughter's forehead. "And you're burning up..."

"Yeah... And I feel dizzy..."

"Well, go back upstairs and into bed. I'll check your temperature."

"Okay..."

Molly dragged herself back up into her room.

Yes! It actually worked!

Myra soon came back with the thermometer. Molly's temperature was taken and Myra looked closely.

"How bad is it...?"

Myra smirked. "Let me guess: you used the old soup and heating pad tricks, didn't you?"

Drats.

"Nice try, kiddo. But you still gotta go to school."

Dangit!

It was now the day before the fight. While Molly was putting on a brave front, she was no less scared than she was before. It was all that everyone was talking about at school. Some students were even placing bets.

"My money's on Roger."

"I'm betting on Molly."

Molly was getting some books out of her locker when Roger approached her.

"You know, Ferguson, there's still enough time to back out." He leaned up against the row of lockers. "I mean, I wouldn't blame you if you did. Not everyone around here is as tough as nails as I am."

That just made Molly feel insulted. She slammed her locker shut. "What? No way! I can take you on blindfolded!"

"Whatever you say, Ferguson. It's your funeral." Roger cackled as he walked away.

Now everyone's excitement was amplified. 

No problem. 

All she had to do was put on a good show.

No pressure.

Now was the day of the fight. Right after school was out for the weekend, almost everyone made their way to the basketball court to witness the event. It was the fight of the century at Bluffington School, and anybody who was anybody was there.

"Go, Roger!"

"Go, Molly!"

Well, this was it.

No turning back now.

A dinging sound came from a bell.

But just before either of them could land the first strike...

"Roger Eugene Klotz!"

Everyone turned to see the source of the voice. The crowd made a path for none other than Edwina Klotz herself. 

"M-Mom?!"

"I know that this isn't the way I raised you!" Edwina went up to her son. "You don't lay fingers on girls! What's gotten into you, boy?"

Molly blinked. This was the last thing that she and everyone else was expecting.

Edwina then dragged away her son by the ear. "We're going to have a long talk once we get home. And you can forget about your video games!"

"Aww, Ma!"

The disappointment was felt everywhere, making everyone disperse. 

"So lame..."

"Totally..."

Molly was now the only one on the court.

Now that she thought about it, Roger seemed a little bit too eager to see his mom.

Could he have done what she thought he did?

Either way, she was happy that she wouldn't be able to fight him.

For now, at least.