I quietly whispered to them what I thought and Blake cracked a laugh. Randy couldn't help himself and started to laugh and fell off his chair.

He somehow forgot I was sitting on his lap since he didn't realize that when he fell I fell with him. We fell in a mess on the floor. He was sitting on me and my face was on his butt.

"Get off your fat tub of lard!" I gasped out.

"No," he stubbornly said, shifting on my face.

"Your face is uncomfortable," he whined.

"Stop!" I groaned.

"That's enough!" Mr. Harder's voice boomed. We all froze.

Blake sat up but was still on...