Gewls

 I can't believe I got dragged into this, Kick thought to himself, disgruntled. He glanced shiftily to his left and right, and was slightly gratified to see Gunther and Ronaldo looking as disgruntled as he to be standing on the stage of the auditorium. Stupid buy-a-lunch-date, he thought to himself, adjusting his ever-present helmet. His mind wandered as Ms. Fitzpatrick announced the next unlucky fellow whose lunch was being bought. A sour mood swamped him as he remembered Brad digging that stupid flyer out of the trash and showing it to his mom, who was instantly hooked on the idea of cooking and filling a picnic basket for Kick to take to