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"I am an idiot." I state, dropping my bag on the bench and sitting down beside André.
"What did you do? Why are you an idiot?" Raelynn proceeds to ask, sitting down beside me.
"Well, after I finished my countless assignments and whatnot, I promised myself that I was not gonna take on anything stressful. Y'know, take a break for a while. But now," I take out a book from my bag and some papers, "two weeks into rehearsals and I volunteered to take an extra shift in the diner on Saturday and I accidentally started two assignments." I give them a tight-lipped smile, lifting the papers.
"How do you "accidentally" start an assignment?" André chuckles at me, taking out a pint of ice cream.
"I don't know, I'm dumb." I groan out, putting my chin on my palm as I stare down the assignments.
"Just ice cream?" Cat asks André who opens the ice cream.
"Uh-huh." He nods.
"That's what you're gonna eat for lunch?" Robbie asks again skeptically, pointing at the pint.
"Nope." He shows us the melted ice cream, "It's been in my locker all day, so I'm gonna drink it." He shrugs and starts drinking it all.
"Why?" Raelynn continues to berate him as we watch him chug it down.
He stops drinking and cringes a bit, "Because I wanna meet Ke$ha." He tells us.
"At least I'm not that dumb." I grin, shrugging at Raelynn who chuckles.
André pulls out something from the pint and looks at it, "Oh, dang it!" He exclaims, peeking into the pint again.
"Ke$ha's not in there?" Tori asks him with feign disappointment.
André stares blankly at her before answering, "No, I got another stupid K." He grunts, throwing it over his head. The K flies over a couple of tables before hitting Sinjin in the face and dropping on his tray.
"Oh, is this about that contest?" Robbie grins in realization.
"You're doing that contest?" I scoff at André.
"What?" Tori questions us confusedly.
"Ke$ha's doing this thing with Lichter's ice cream." Rae informs her.
"See, there's a letter at the bottom of every pint." I continue.
"You need a K, an E, an S, an H, or an A." André adds.
"And if you find the letters that spell Ke$ha, you win a private concert." Robbie finishes the explanation.
"From Ke$ha?" Tori gapes in excitement.
"No, from John Cena." I roll my eyes at her.
"Yeah, from Ke$ha." Robbie laughs, answering the question for her.
