Catch Me If You Can, Mr. President! [Skynani] - Book 1

Saint Joseph High - Saturday, 6:42 a.m.
School Grounds, Parking Area

"WHO FORGOT THEIR SLEEPING BAG?!"

Coach Poom's voice boomed through the school grounds like thunder.

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF I SEE ANOTHER UNPACKED SUITCASE-"

"Coach, I brought snacks though!" Aou yelled from the crowd, holding up a huge plastic bag full of chips.

"That is not a sleeping bag, Aou!"

"It's emotional support food!"

Luggage clattered across the concrete. Half the basketball team was still yawning and trying to function, while the soccer boys were already throwing balls around like they were at a warm-up session.

Sky stood beside Tee, clipboard in hand, trying desperately not to scream.

"You'd think we were taking them to war," Tee muttered, adjusting his glasses.

"We might be," Sky replied, staring at the two buses idling nearby with mild dread.

Across the field, the student council members gathered in their clean uniforms and neat luggage. Joong was busy fixing his hair in his phone camera, Book was double-checking everyone's registration forms, and Pimp and Sandy were already bickering about the seating chart.

Meanwhile...

Nani arrived late-of course. Slouched backpack. Hoodie half-zipped over his uniform. Looking like he'd just rolled out of a dream and into this waking nightmare.

Force and Dew trailed behind him, dragging Nani's suitcase since he clearly had no intention of carrying it himself.

"I can't believe we're wasting our weekend like this," Force groaned.

"I had a date with my bed," Dew said dramatically. "We had plans. We were serious."

"You're literally gonna flirt with someone by lunch," Nani replied, scratching his head lazily.

"Maybe Tee," Dew sang.

"Tee is going to murder you," Force added.

Dunk just silently walked beside them with his headphones on, hoodie pulled over his head. He made eye contact with Joong across the parking lot-and immediately looked away, red creeping up his neck.

Joong smirked. Target: acquired.

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Elsewhere on the Field

The soccer team arrived like a K-pop boy group, complete with duffel bags, sunglasses, and unnecessary confidence.

Mark Lee high-fived Felix, who was already blasting music from a Bluetooth speaker.

Joshua had a camera slung around his neck, filming everything like it was a travel vlog. Vernon wore three necklaces and absolutely no urgency.

"Yo, where's the coffee truck?" Felix asked.

"There is no coffee truck," Coach William deadpanned. "This is a discipline camp, not Coachella."

"Tragic," Vernon muttered, sipping from a thermos anyway.

"Phones. Off. In the bag. Now," Coach Poom barked.

Groans echoed from every direction.

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Back with the Student Council

"Sky, you're in Bus A with the basketball team," Book said while highlighting something on the roster.