All day long at work, I kept thinking about Samwell bake sales for whatever reason. That would be a sweet four years (no pun intended lol)

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“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” 

You are two feet away from the door of your ECON101 class when suddenly someone is pulling you backwards. And into a nearby bathroom. And then starts pulling off your shirt.

Of all the things you expected to happen on a Tuesday afternoon at Samwell University, this was pretty low on the list.

“What the–” That’s about all you manage to get out and it’s muffled because your shirt is rucked up to your armpits.

“Bro, hurry,” the voice says and you finally place it. Chad. S or T. You’re not sure. 

“Dude, stop, what are you doing?”

“Your shirt,” Chad S or T says. “Put it inside out. Now.”

You obey because Chad S is a senior and maybe this is some form of hazing? Either way he is a senior and you’re a freshmen so it makes sense to listen to him. 

“Fuck, Chad, hurry,” the Chad in front of you says. 

“I’m trying,” you say. This probably would have been easier if he had remembered to take off your backpack before ripping your clothes off. Also, does this mean you aren’t going to Econ?

“Not you, baby Chad. Chad T,” Chad – he must be S, or maybe P? – says. He waves his phone in your face. “Texting. Are you inside out yet?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you says, pulling your shirt back on. His eyes scan over you. 

“No other Lax gear on?”

“No?”

“Perfect, let’s go, rookie, I got the text four minutes ago.”

And then he walks out. 

“Wait!” you call, grabbing your things to follow him. “Wait, where are we going? Is this hazing?”

“What?” Chad S says, looking over his shoulder at you. “Fuck, no, you will know when you are being hazed, fucker. This is– I’m doing you a fucking favor, shithead.”

“You are?” This is definitely Chad S. Chad S is the angriest according to your charts. 

“Hell yeah, bro,” Chad S, cutting wildly across the lawn. “You’re not on the real lax groupchat yet but Chad W sent out the word.”

“Word?”

“He saw them loading up their old shitty car,” Chad S says, walking directly through a group of girls and almost knocking two over. “Which means only one thing.”

They arrive at the entryway to the cafeteria, where there appears to be a rather large group of people already gathered. Chad S nods at the group.

“The Hockey team is having a bake sale.”

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