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Hi everyoneeee!!!

So a little bit of context for this story: possible ranting, but it's too good to be left unheard

I came up with the idea to make a Jon Davis x Fred Durst fanfic as a joke during summer school last year & I pitched the idea to my friend (who also listens to nu metal, she's so sigma frfr)

So then she was laughing when I showed her the brainstorm stuff, and she was like "dude, you HAVE to write it" then I was like "alr bet bro".

...Sooo I barely had time to even work on brainstorming it even more during that summer and eventually when school started, I had to put more attention into my schoolwork (cause I try to get homework done on time :,D) and it got forgotten inside my Google Docs 💔💔[in my personal google account cause NEVER in a million years will I write a fanfic with a school account 💀]

THEN *dun dun dun* , fast forward to around beginning of April 2025, right: I'm bored, I don't wanna write my english essay or finish a math packet or something (probably the english paper tbh) BUT EITHER WAY, I wanted to procrastinate and I was looking through my stuff...

and that's when I reconnected with the holy grail of a Google Doc, I struck hidden gold. After collecting dust, marinating if you will, for 10 WHOLE MONTHS, I found the perfect thing to procrastinate with and the motivation & time to get back to working on it.

Then from there I always took time out of my day to either brainstorm or come up with ideas for the writing. Hell, I even got the actual intro done during school. I even showed my work in progresses to my friend during our English classes (same nu metal lover one), AND she even gave me some ideas who I should include.

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Safe to say I've put A LOT of time into this story (we love procrastinatingggg), and even after I graduated high school (WOOHOOOO), summer break gave me more time to put into this since I literally have not much to do except getting ready for college (boooo)...

But yea, like I said, this is for the fun of it and it's something I've had a bunch of fun making honestly. This is literally my first published, out into the world for everyone to see fanfic, so if you like the story and you have fun reading it, then I'm super glad you like it yk! Don't be afraid to comment your thoughts or reactions either, we're all here to have fun. If you don't like it, then I don't mind really.

I really need to stop yapping rn 💀...

alr anywayss, hope you guys enjoy!! 💕💕

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‼️REAL QUICK, LEMME CLARIFY SOME STUFF AND GIVE YOU GUYS TRIGGER WARNINGS

!! DISCLAIMER: I 100% acknowledge that characters' sexualities do not match with their actual sexualities in real life. Again, it's just for the sillies and the fun of it. I don't ship Jon Davis and Fred Durst irl.

I know a handful of the people included in this story experienced traumatic events in their lives, so I've tried my best to avoid going too into detail or having it brought up out of pure respect and so that way anyone who's bothered by those triggering topics can take a breather from having said topics be in a lot of fanfics including that person (ik sometimes it gets bothersome or uncomfortable)

⚠️TW: Nothing too crazy but still

☆ Use of homophobic slurs (As a gay person myself, homophobic slurs don't bother me too much, but I know some readers may feel bothered or uncomfortable by them, so fair warning, it's only for narrative purposes)

☆ Homophobia (Just like the first one, it's only for narrative purposes & any homophobic remarks made by anyone in the story don't reflect them in real life)

☆ Slight bullying (It's nothing insane, but just to put it out there [it's only in like 2 scenes])

OK, now that that's out of the way, please enjoy and have fun :) 🩷🩷

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Somewhere in Bakersfield, California, a young 12-year-old boy was sitting by himself in the shade while his classmates were playing on the swing sets, running around the basketball courts, talking crap about teachers they hated. Though it all seemed like fun, he was too busy having the time of his life listening to his favorite Duran Duran mix on his Walkman. Everyone could see his smile shining on his face as he was humming the words to each song, eyes closed and focused on each instrument's harmony.

All of a sudden, the boy jumped after he felt his headphones snatched away from the comfort of his hair. He turned to see who the culprit was, expecting it to be his teacher, as usual, but was caught off guard looking up to see it was three angst-ridden upperclassmen.

"So loner boy, whatcha listening to?" The lisp-cursed ringleader let out a toothy grin afterwards, holding the boy's headphones higher, taunting him to grab them.

"...Was that supposed to be intimidating?" The young boy's unfazed tone was enough to make the bullies distort their faces into rage. The ringleader yanked his shirt and raised him high enough to use the young skinny boy as a sun blocker.

"Someone thinks they're a smart ass- wait, are you wearing eyeliner? What are you, a faggot?!"

Before he could shiver in unease, the boy tilted his head after hearing the last word of that sentence. Did he mean to say maggot? What was that word, faa... fargut?

He looked down straight into the upperclassman's eyes, trying not to comment on his ballpoint tattooed body.

"Uhh, faget? What's that, what... what's a faget?"

The boys laughed, thinking he was trying to be funny, until they saw the genuity in his expression.

"Listen here pussy...", the ringleader then threw his headphones at the ground and raised his arm into a fist, coiled back and aimed at the boy's direction, pulling him closer, "stop acting dumb before I darken those black spots under those gay eyes. You're weird, wrong, and going to hell, boy kisser!"

The boy laughed as he wiped the sprayed spit off his face, "Haha, you're funny, I've never even kissed a guy, idiot. I'd tease you if it wasn't for those crooked yellow things you call teeth. BLEUGH! Hahaha!"

The bullies grew tired of the skinny kid's noncompliance and laughter. This kid wasn't worth the hassle, they could just rob some lunch money from another kid who was wimpy enough to fear them, not this annoying drag queen.

After snapping, the one holding the young boy flung him down onto the scorching, coarse concrete next to his beat-up Walkman. He spat in his face before they walked away, muttering a mouthful of homophobic slurs towards a knocked-out kid. He could barely even think:

Aghhh my headd...what's this ringing in my ear... what happened... God, everything's blurry...

...Jesus Christ, my face hurts... my nose... my no-

He rubbed below his stinging nose, pulling back to find blood on his fingertips

Oh great... not again

It took a while for the world to stop spinning once he gained consciousness. Wiping the blood dripping down to his mouth, he picked up his headphones from the floor and sat back down. He got most of the dust and blood off his face, only a few smears of blood were left on his Adidas sleeves. He wanted to put his headphones back on, but something still lingered in his mind.

Why can't I just be myself without someone trying to let their pent-up anger issues out, like seriously?? -internal monologue sigh- God, I should start a checklist of everything I've been called at this point. Fucking bullshit. I don't get it. I'm getting called gay 24/7, well, now faget too, when I'm not even gay! Or at least I don't think I am, never really have time to think about it actually...

...Am I gay?

Wait, what am I saying? Jesus Christ, get it together Jon...

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All the way on the other side of the country in Jacksonville, Florida, a group of young boys were bored out of their minds in their friend's living room. They played with whatever they could find outside, snooped around every drawer they saw (looking for 'certain' magazines), they even got desperate and played two truths and a lie with each other. Eventually, they got tired of exposing themselves and chose to turn on the family TV. They flipped through what felt like thousands of channels, kid's shows, baking competitions, those random kitchen gadget infomercials you usually see airing at 3 am.

They switched to the News channel that was talking about the latest up and coming rock bands, followed by a story of a gruesome and bloody car crash that grabbed their attention, for some weird reason.

While one of the newscasters was explaining, in horrific detail, the flamed car crash on the freeway, one of the boys was drawn to the other newscaster on the screen. The way her long ebony hair flowed with her outfit, the softness in her stoic facial features, the tiny perfections captured in each pixel while a death count was being listed on her right. Every detail of her that lured the boy's gaze could only be formed into one 12-year-old's thought: Damn, that bitch is hot.

He nudged his friend's shoulder and whispered in his ear with a smirk,

"Hey. I'd do it all for her cookie, if you know what I mean"

His friend's eyes widened as he shot up from the floor, backing away from him and looked with a shocked disgust, everyone looked up in confusion.

"Hey man why'd you-"

Then the open-jawed friend pointed at the boy, "YOU'RE WEIRD!!"

Everyone then shifted their gaze to the boy, their eyes demanding a rebuttal.

Uhh, that's weird, why's he acting like that?

"WHA-WH-WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT DUDE??"

...OHHH, he probably doesn't know what cookie means! Duhh.

The boy slowly got up to try and ease the situation. "Aye, my bad man. So you see, the word 'cookie' means a girl's va-"

"NO, YOU IDIOT, LOOK AT THE SCREEN RIGHT THERE"

Tilting his head in confusion, the boy looked at the screen again, scanning every single part of the newscaster. Mmmm, nope, he couldn't find anything wrong with her.

He was about to open his mouth until the newscaster opened hers first,

"So you can see here the weather's gonna be..."

The deep voice and moving adam's apple told everything... he looked down at the name cards that just appeared on screen and sure enough...

The whole time... the chick was a guy.

...oh shit...

"YOU'RE GAY DUDE, HE'S- HE'S GAY!"

The young boy wore the most panicked expression on his face. "D-DUDE I THOUGHT IT WAS A CHICK, CALM DOWN!"

One of the friends got up from the floor & slammed his hand onto his shoulder,

"On god you're not one of those queers dude?"

"Wha- YES, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, that's what I've been saying."

"Mmm...alright dude, but if you were one of those... boy kissers... I heard my dad say that they're demons sent straight back to hell once they die. Ain't no way I'm trusting some gay demon."

The room was filled with awkward silence, everyone just kinda stared at each other, then down to the carpet floor. Sooner or later, the thick tension was cut by one of the kids,

"Hey I just remembered I got playing cards outside, you guys wanna gamble with M&M's?"

All the boys nodded in agreement, turned off the tv, and started walking towards the door to the backyard, all but one boy, too shocked and frozen in place to follow them.

There's...There's no way I'm gay. NO WAY. Eesh, I can't believe that happened... but it was genuine though... felt real to me... my heart beating and everything... I feel, weird...

One of the boys poked his head out the door, "HEY FRED, YOU COMIN' ?"

"...yea I'm comin'"

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The alarm next to his bed goes on and on for what feels like an eternity until a groggy Fred finally woke up and hit the OFF button.

Ughhhh, why does it have to be the last day of summer break... Fuuuuck, I'm gonna hate going to that new school. At least I know Wes and Otto, Lethal too.

Everyone else can go die, God knows how many pricks will wanna target the "new sophomore". Pfft, sophomore's a stupid word...

Rubbing his eyes, Fred could feel the warm sunlight bathing him in his messy bed.

Huh, wonder what time it is...

He squinted his eyes towards his alarm clock, blurry numbers finally sharpening to read: '7:50 AM'

Sweet, I think I'll go back to sle-

'AUG 20, MON'

Looking at the date was enough to give Fred a heart attack,

"OH SHIT, OH FUCK!" FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, SINCE WHEN WAS IT MONDAY?? AGHH, THERE'S NO WAY I CAN BE LATE, MOM'S GONNA KILL ME!

FUCK YOU NEW SCHOOL CURSEE!

He put on whatever plain shirt and shorts he could find off his desk, shoved a fistful of Chocolate Starfish cereal into his mouth, and rammed all his notebooks into his backpack.

Fred was ready to start running out the door until he went to fix his hair and felt something was missing...

"OH SHIT, MY HAT!"

He turned back and snatched his signature red New York Yankees cap from the kitchen table. After sighing in relief and fixing it into shape, he held it up to the window light and basked in its glory before putting his crown on, backwards.

Alrightttt, partner, let's keep on rollin' 😎

Fred then walked out the door, locked it with the keys his parents gave him, and hopped off the front porch. As he started walking to school, his mind was swirling with so many thoughts,

Yeesh, can't believe I almost forgot my cap, my SIGNATURE cap that gets all the ladies! ...Well not yet, BUT I'VE SEEN HOW THE CHICKS LOOK ALRIGHT. ...Ok that might be because of how stupid I look- wait what the hell am I saying, I'm pretty fucking fly for a white guy! God there better be some hot mamas at this damn new school. Ughhh, I get involved with one prank and now I have to go to this place. I'll admit that old school was crappy and strict as FUCK. Thank god I'm not there anymore, but Jesus Christ I'm gonna hate this new school. At least the walk is only 3 minutes I guess. School sucks in general, like why do we even need it? So some kids can get bullied by some fat asses that need lunch money?

Wes better be at school by now, I'm not gonna be wandering around those halls and getting glares from everyone alone. EESH, thinking about it is giving me the fucking chills. Last thing I want is the chicks to think I'm some fuckboy loner, that's why I need Wes to back me up so they'll think I'm just a fuckboy!

Fred came to a stoplight, waiting for it to turn green,

Damn, I really need to find someone. Fingers crossed I find someone hot in this new school.🤞

As he finally got closer and closer, Fred walked through the ocean of tired students and finally found a certain someone waiting for him on top of the stairs and in front of the doors,

Wes Borland.

Once Wes spotted the red cap, his eyes widened into full black after waiting for so long, "FINALLY DUDE, what took your ass so long??"

"Dudee, you're not gonna believe it, I thought we still had a day left of break..."

Wes face-palmed so hard, even Fred could feel it,

"...Why am I not surprised..."

The two laughed it off as they headed inside the school hallways. Every corner of the halls were filled with friend groups reuniting with one another, lockers opening and closing everywhere, gossip being brought up to date, and people asking for directions to their next class.

After swimming through the ocean of backpacks and classmates, they finally found their new lockers next to each other.

Wes turned to Fred in relief, "Oh, thank GOD we finally found them, I don't wanna carry all this heavy shit in my bag the entire day."

Fred glanced up and down at Wes' backpack, "Yea yea twig, it can't be that bad"

Once Wes slowly put down his backpack, Fred went to grab the red handle with a smirk and lifted with all the might in his right arm.

"jjjJJJJESUS CHRIST!"

Fred immediately dropped his backpack, landing with a thud louder than anyone in the hallway. He could've bet $3 that it left a dent on the floor and be confident on getting paid.

"Dude, what did you bring, your whole fuckin amp??"

"Ughh, I got stuck with Mr. Morrissey for English, it's those huge ass books he's making us use the whole year..."

As Wes was putting his things into his locker, Fred could see how colossal his English books and textbook were.

Holy shit, I could knock a bitch out cold for a whole decade with those things

He started snickering, "Ha ha loser, that's why you gotta suck at math to fit with Mr. Marr's schedule."

"Oh keep laughing, motherfuckin' stink finger."

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(OoOOOoOO mystery pov switch)

Ughh, where are they, where are they... I've been at school early like usual! Head and Munky usually here but I gotta find this damn class soon... AGHHH DAMN CROWDED HALLWAYS! I can't even see the floor, just the tops of everyone's fucking heads! -internal monologue sigh-

Fuck it, I'll find them during break, now where the hell is this classroom.

He lifted his purple sleeve to check his watch, showing that he only had 5 minutes left til class started.

OH SHIT- walk faster, walk faster, you can't be late the first day dammit!

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Wes slammed his locker in pure exhaustion and got up from crouching, turning to Fred,

"Pheww, that's all my books, which class you got next dude?"

Leaning against the lockers, Fred was scanning around the halls, trying to figure out where his next class was.

I bet I look cool leaned up against the wall like this. Is it cornier than any movie, sure. But is it tough? Hellllll yea. That's right, KEEP WALKING PEOPLE, I'm not some puny punk-ass new kid! HA HA- oh wait Wes' question. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, shit what was it again... uhh, OH OH RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT!

"Uhhh, Gym and then math. Whatchu got?"

"Chem and then that motherfuckin' Mr. Morrissey..."

"BWAHAHA!"

Once he stopped laughing, Fred could only see one emotion on Wes' face: unamusement.

Yeesh, I guess he got tired of that... Eh, whatever. At this point he's been used to my bullshit ever since we were little snot-nose kids. Too bad, he's stuck with my bitch ass FOR LIFE! >:D

"...do you even know where the gym is dude? It's almost time for class and you've never been given a legit tour of the place."

DAMN HE'S RIGHT! I can't look like a fuckin headless schizo wandering around the halls, that's social suicide. Ughhh, but I can't look like some clueless hoe and ask him for help... that's gay. Alright Fred, just like all those late night presentations last year: fake it 'til you make it like a counterfeit.

"PSHH, of course I know where the gym is, dumbass! I don't need any help, I'm a professional gym... finder." Fred started to wipe his sweaty hands against his shorts, trying to ignore the smug face Wes was making.

"You sure dude?" Wes started snickering, "Cause one good look at you and I can tell you've never stepped foot inside a gym, YOU BIGGIE!"

Next thing you know, Wes bursts out in laughter, wheezing on the floor and leaving too many tears on the newly polished tiles.

"Oh KEEP LAUGHING you jackass! You know who's fatter than me? YOUR MOM! I'm not even that fucking big bro, I'm average AT BEST."

No matter how much Fred defends his average body build, Wes was still laughing his ass off on the floor.

"You know what, I'm not looking at you either!"

Fred then closed his eyes and crossed his arms like a 5-year old losing an argument...

"NOT LOOKING! I DON'T KNOW THIS DUMB IDIOT HAVING A SEIZURE ON THE FLOOR."

"HAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA"

Fred let out a large sigh as he opened his eyes back,

"I swear dude, I don't know how y-"

Fred gasped a bit when something caught his eye....

Or rather, someone.

His eyes dilated as he saw someone in purple clothes dashing across the hallways. Time started to slow down as he got a good look at their face. The umber locks flowing through the air, soft skin perfect to touch, defined ebony eyes filled with determination, the tightly closed mouth hiding the pillowy lips, everything about them made his heart hypnotized.

Fred's eyes widened as it reflected and followed the beauty radiating from this mysterious person. He stood there still and with his mouth slightly open until Wes caught his breath and slowly got up.

"HAhahahaaaa, phew, God I'm hilarious. Hey, you alright Fred?"

Wes started to wave his hands in front of Fred.

"DUDEEEEEE. DUDE, WAKE UPPP! What's your probl-"

"...Wes... who is that?"

"What the f-, whadda mean who??"

Fred gripped Wes' shirt with his fist and started to violently shake him as he pointed at the speed-walking diva.

"WES, THE-THE-THE, THE ONE, THE ONE WEARING PURPLE, THE-THE TALL ONE, GIMME A NAME. DUDE I NEED A NAME, I KNOW YOU KNOW!"

"AAAA, JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST FRED, WHAT'S GOT YOUR THONG IN A TWIST?? STOP GOING FULL NELSON ON ME!"

Fred quickly let go of Wes as he gasped back in air

"hhHHAA, Jesus Fred... what's the matter with you??"

"Name. Now."

Wes' eyes widened with concern, but he still peered over to see who Fred was freaking out about.

"Uhhh, judging by the Adidas tracksuit and giraffe height, I'd say that's JD."

Sparkles entered Fred's eyes as he finally found the key to his new obsession lingering in his mind. He turned back to try and get a glimpse of that purple jumpsuit again.

Woahh, such a pretty name...

...Jaydie.

Perfect name for the perfect lady. Slips off the tongue just right too.

Fred's face started filling up with blush, "Jaydie, huh. Damn, what a hot mama."

"Mmm- wait... WHATT!? FRED WHATTHEFU–" Wes exclaimed as his eyes grew in shock.

Of course, Fred was too stuck in his head to listen to whatever Wes was yelling at him for, or what he was saying even.

-internal monologue sigh- Jaydieeee ❤︎ Wait wait wait wait hollup hollup hollup, why am I getting so worked up over some chick? She's just some classmate. I will admit, a very hot classmate. JESUS FRED, it's LITERALLY the first day, bruh. Class hasn't even started yet and here I am foaming at the mouth for her like bru- wait...

WAIT! OH SHIT, CLASS HASN'T STARTED YET! OH FUUUUUUUUUUUU-

"-FRED, that's not a hot mama! That's a m-"

"WES! WE NEED TO GET TO CLASS! I'LL, UHH, I'LL SEE YOU AT BREAK DUDE!"

In what felt like a fraction of a second, Fred then quickly waved at Wes, gave him a short smile, and booked it straight to where he thought the gym would be (...he was actually headed towards the cafeteria. [he ain't ever beating those big back allegations lol]).

Wes stood there, dumbfounded, confused, questioning his entire existence, basically like that 'the woman was too stunned to speak' clip except this time replace "woman" with "Wes"...

Wes stood there, dumbfounded, confused, questioning his entire existence, basically like that 'the woman was too stunned to speak' clip except this time replace "woman" with "Wes"

He couldn't help but think, 'H-he can't be serious right? Does... he know that JD... is a guy?? Wait a minute, he said "hot mama", he's gotta think Jon's a girl then... right? You know what, fuck it! Let's see how long Fred actually believes this. I'm not gonna say anything, I wanna see what he does when he finds out Jon's a dude. This should be fun, start the new year with some excitement. Plus, I'm curious to see if I have a gay best friend or not...

Oh right, class! Thank god chem's right here."

Wes walked straight to the nearest door with the biggest smirk on his face. He slammed the door shut and plopped down at his seat in the back of the room, with the bell blaring and ringing in everyone's ear right after. He reached into his backpack and grabbed his pencil and notebook labeled "PERSONAL". Wes already knew everything the teacher was rambling about, but he still tried to look like he was taking notes.

"DAY 1, AUG 20, MON.

It's no surprise Fred was late today. He always has a habit of being late. I still remember the first day of middle school, I was sitting by myself at an empty desk at the back of the room, thinking this was how my days would rot away with childhood loneliness, until quietly I saw the door open and out came Fred. He was trying to act like he was in school the whole time, despite being 10 minutes late. I can still envision him tiptoeing across the room to my table while the teacher had her back turned. He told me he'd give me his chocolate starfish cookies if I gaslit the teacher too. Of course I agreed and you know the rest from there.

I was planning on giving Fred a little detour of the school, but something strange happened. He saw JD and completely changed personalities, it was fucking weird...

Gay best friend? Possibly...

Imagine if I play Cupid and set them up, that would be hilarious. Actually, maybe. I don't know, we'll see..."

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FRED POV

God. *WHEEZE* Fucking. *WHEEZE* Dammit.

Of course I'm late for the first damn class of the first damn day. OF COURSE, JUST GREATTT.

...ok maybe not suuuuper late, but late enough for me to walk into the LITERAL CAFETERIA, LOOK AROUND PANICKING, RUN TOWARDS THE OTHER EXIT, AND BUST OPEN THOSE GYM DOOR RIGHHTT WHEN THE BELL RINGS. Thank GOD everyone was too busy talking and complaining with their buddies about fuck knows what to see my bitch ass make the most dramatic entrance ever in the history of worst first days. EESH, never telling Wes about this, he'd never let me forget it. Taking this one to the grave.

Sure I saved my bacon from the teacher noticing my big ass entrance, but now I'm huffing and puffing like a fucking pig after booking it here! GYM HASN'T EVEN STARTED. Now everyone's gonna think I'm a fatass.

Speaking of, literally everyone's in their own group. There's the wannabe jocks right there in the corner, the lanky nerds that don't wanna exercise right there, a few emos over there, and there's the girls on the opposite side.
Damn, I wish that Jaydie was here. I'd be able to get a better look at her, maybe even talk with her if I had the balls to. Who knows what type of guys she's into... Literally praying with everything I fucking got that I'm her type. She into pasty white guys? Hell, I'll wear color contacts if my blue eyes freak her out. Would she hate my red cap or think... wait a fucking minute, why the hell am I thinking about this chick so much? Even in the hallways, I acted weird. OK BACK TO THE MAIN POINT, EVERYONE ALREADY KNOWS EACH OTHER.
Feels kinda intimidating. Wait no, not intimidating, that's for wussies. Mocking's a better word. It's like 'hEY LoSEr, wE'Re gONnA RuB iT iN YoUR fAcE yOU dOnT hAVe anY FrieNDs yOu lOnELy mF'. Such a welcoming school, I'm gonna hate this class.

Great, just great.

Hey, when's this class gonna start either wa-

*BRRRRRRRRRRR*

AUGHH FUCK! FUCKING LOUD ASS WHISTLE! Jesus Christ, I don't even care if anyone saw me jump or not! Fuck man.

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE, LINE UP!!"

Oh my god, this chunky ass gym teacher is gonna be the DEATH of me! Just looking around, I can see everyone wants to leave this class so damn much.
I'm not surviving this class... and it's only the LITERAL FIRST PERIOD OF THE DAY. WHAT THE FUCKKKK.

Eventually everyone lined up in single file, like how they do in those cheesy war movies where the soldiers and everything line up to get spit on by the sergeant or whoever.

The chunky coach's just introducing herself, this class is important, yada yada yadaaaa. I already know this whole speech lady, literally every teacher does it, you're not special. ...Am I being too mean? It's literally been 5 minutes since she blew that damn whistle, maybe she has a heart or somethin.

"LISTEN UP, ANYONE DISREPECTS OR BREAKS A RULE, DETENTION."

...Never fucking mind, I hope this boombox bitch trips and falls off a staircase...

"I WILL CALL YOUR NAME, YOU WILL SAY 'PRESENT' AND NOTHING ELSE. YOU MAY NOTICE WE HAVE A NEW STUDENT WITH US THIS YEAR-"

Oh god, here we go Fred, the moment you've been waiting for. Just breathe. breathe. You've practiced your line in the mirror during summer break, you'll be a natural. Just gotta build my cool kid reputation one step at a time, no biggie (...except for this coach). Be mysterious, but not emo. Share, but don't overshare like a dweeb. Cmon, cmon, you got this Fred!

"BUT YOU WILL ALL GET THE CHANCE TO SOCIALIZE WITH HIM LATER, AFTER CLASS."

...SON OF A BITCH THIS WOMAN'S FUCKING UP MY PLAN, FUUUUUUUUUUU-

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Yeaaaa, after that whole shit show, she made us do WAYY too many warm-ups, sit-ups, cherry-pickers, jumping jacks, all that PE bullcrap every kid does in school. Bro, I thought we were gonna do a sport of somethin, NO. The bitch made us run laps around the track field outside. RIGHT AFTER. Basically, we had NO BREAK and this demon spawn expected us to Sonic dash our fat asses around a huge-ass track like it's nothing. The FUCK'S wrong with this lady??!
It was literally the worst day of my life, hand's up & hand's down. And I'm not even being dramatic this time! Genuinely, it felt like fucking hell. Straight up HELL. My throat was burning, my feet were on fire, everything was boiling, and worst part is, you had the literal devil blowing on her motherfucking whistle the entire time.

But. holy. shit. It felt like my soul levitated once she yelled, "RUNNING TIME'S OVER, YOU NOW HAVE THE REMAINDER OF CLASS TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, AS LONG AS NO ONE GETS HURT." FINALLY, I'M SO FUCKING TIREDDDUGHHHH! Hey, but I'm not a biggie, literally everyone here's out of breathe from this boot camp of a class! But, uhh, what do I do now...?

You know what, I'll grow some balls and introduce myself to everyone, no harm in trying. Hell, I know damn sure I'm not gonna be the 'quiet new kid', that's social suicide right there for me. I need to set up my reputation or else I'll be another push over or one of those kids where if someone said their name, they'd be like "who?" I CANNOT be that bro.

Here, lemme try to be a lady's man and walk to those chicks right there. They're literally huddled together in the corner laughing, nothing terrible's gonna happen. Hey, maybe they can even hook me up with Jaydie if they know her.
Fred, you're a fuckin genius!

Alright, now just to jump in at the right time and sway the chicks.

"Hey ladies, I'm Fre-"

"OMG! Ya no, I know right!"

Okkkk, timed that wrong I guess. They're still chatting about whatever it is they're talking about, are they ignoring me? Or maybe they couldn't hear me. Yea, they probably couldn't hear me from all the talking and dodgeballs being thrown around. I'll just be louder this time, no worries.

"HEY THERE, I'M THE NEW HE-"

"HAHAHAHA NOOOO WAYYY! GIRL."

"YES WAY!"

"O.M.G."

...ok there's no way they couldn't hear that, I was LITERALLY louder than anything in this damn gym right now. Hell, even my head feels light after that. I think if I try to go louder, I'm fucking fainting on the spot. You know what, it probably isn't even worth talking with them, I need to make friends first.

Just as I was walking away from them, I could hear them secretly talk shit about me. SHOCKER! I knew they were faking it. They just started making fun of my Signature Red Crown, aka THE best hat I own!

Maybe chicks first wasn't the best approach, maybe going to the smug cool jock-y clique's a better idea. Yea I know I'm more of a skater guy than a sporty steroid-injected himbo, but it's worth a shot. Plus, maybe hanging out with them will make me the "Cool Skater" of the school. AND THEN JAYDIE WILL NOTICE ME TOO! I'm just too smart for this place.

As I'm walking over to the group, I could feel them side eyeing me as I'm getting closer... Is this even a good idea? I mean, they've got twice the muscles I'll ever have, they're giants, and they're some bougie rich kids! LOOK AT ME! I'm a fuckboy skater from Jacksonville!

You know what, too late to back down. Too late! I'm not gonna give up this chance right now, my reputation DEPENDS on it. C'mon Fred. Breathe in, breathe out, in, out. Wait, how am I gonna start?? I can't just be a stoner and say something stupid like "heyyyyy", I'd be dead! Uhh, shoot, I gotta think of something... aghhhh... fuck it, I'll improv it! FUCK IT! I'M RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM, SAY SOMETHING!!

"Hey guys, name's Fre-"

"What the hell do you want?"

...alright, asshole much? The fuck's this guy's problem?

"Uhh, nothing? I just wanted to introduce myself, that's all."

"Well in case you couldn't tell, faggot, we're talking about some important sports stuff right now so if you could just..."

AND THEN THE MOTHERFUCKER MADE A SHOO MOTION WITH HIS HAND, WHAT THE FUCK?? BULLSHIT! 'iMpoRtANt SpOrTS sTuFf' my ass, these fuckers were drooling over those chicks in the corner! GOD THESE PEOPLE, I JUST WANNA...AAGHHHH!! Istg, this is a new type of rage rn...
Matter of fact, fuck these people, I'm out. I'M OUT. These popular kids are straight up selfish snobs, fuck this! I'm walking away to the bleachers.

"Well fuck you too you, fairy!" You know I gave him a quick middle finger before turning away and going towards the bleachers open.

AGHHH, WHY IS THIS HARDER THAN I THOUGHTTTTT?! Bro I don't wanna be the loser new kid, there's no way I can! NO WAY. I wish Wes was here to be my wingman, why couldn't I be a nerd like him?? At least I'd look cool talking with him in the same classes instead of a white boy on the bleachers!
Damn, what the hell am I supposed to do now?? Fuck my li-

"Hey, there! I haven't seen you before, are you new?"

"What the- oh, yea I'm uhh, new."

"Oh wow that's great! Nice to meet you!

My name's Serj."

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"Wait, so like, your parents named you S-E-R-G-E?"

"Oh, hahaha! You're a funny guy, I like you already! But no, my name's Serj Tankian, spelled S-E-R-J. It's Armenian. What's your name new kid?"

Oh my god, I've never seen a motherfucker this happy-go-lucky before. He kinda looks like a hippy with his afro hair and his- wait how does this dude have a full goatee?? Isn't this class supposed to be for sophomores only, what's Woodstock doing in here !? Maybe he is a hippy... with weed! And then that's why he's so chill and smiling, cause he's stoned out of his mind! Yea, as if, calm down Fred, someone finally wants to talk with you. Besides, he seems like a super nice guy.
Hell, maybe this is finally my chance to get that cool kid reputation! My chance is right here in the form of a possibly stoned motherfucker with a goatee!
Wait, did he say something? OH- MY NAME. DUH.

"Oh, I'm Fred. Fred Durst."

This dude had one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen a teen make, "Well nice to meet you Fred! It's finally nice to talk with someone friendly here."

Hey, this guy's actually kinda chill- wait what... IM SORRY WHAT DOES HE MEAN BY THAT EXACTLY?? Oh god, I really am gonna get thrown into a locker or some shit like that! I was right, THIS SCHOOL IS HELL! Goddamit Wes! WHY'D YOU TALK ME INTO COMING TO THIS DAMN SCHOOL!

Shitttt, if I'm this kid has been here for a whole freshman year and I'm the friendliest kid here, imagine how bitchy the rest of these classmates are!

I'm fucked. FUCKED. Gimme a F-U-C-K, what's that spell: I'm fucked! Totally fucked, royally fucked, fucked in the fucking chocolate starfish!

Alright, don't be such a downer Fred, you've got Wes and now this Serj guy. Shit, I better make the most with what I have if I wanna survive this prison of a school. Actually yea, this Serj guy is pretty chill. A HUGE difference from all the other fuckers I tried talking to. At least he's super polite AND HE APPROACHED ME! I don't think this guy's stopped smiling, even when he talks. Shitttt, if this guy's trying to be fake nice like a bunch of kids do to new guys, he's a hell of an actor, I'm sold. Matter of fact, what the hell is this huge cinnamon roll doing in a school full of possible assholes?? Doesn't matter, I'm just grateful this guy decided to walk to the empty bleachers and talk to a random hoebilly like me. This guy's awesome.

Also I think he saw the worried look on my face.

"Ah fuck, I worded that wrong!-"

Oh shit he curses! I would've expected a 'shoot dang it' or some 'gee willikers' shit. I guess this guy isn't an entire goodie two shoes... sweet!

"-What I meant to say was you're one of the few genuinely friendly people in this class, not the school. Trust me, the school's filled with some pretty cool people, just that we got unlucky and ended up with some of the hoity toity uppity kids in our school. Hell, to put insult to injury, I saw you choose the worst two cliques to try and talk to for the first time!"

"Really?? Dang it, now you tell me man!"

"Haha, sorry sorry. Mind if I sit down with you?"

"Yeah yeah, of course dude." I scooted over to my right just a tiny bit even though literally the whole entirety of the bleachers were empty and full of dust. Then the hipp- I mean Serj. SERJ sat down next to me as I heard him let out a little sigh before he continued the conversation again.

"But I'll give you props though, I'm not extroverted enough to do something like that. I mean hell, I remember my first day here I was incredibly shy. I didn't say anything to anyone and I guess no one wanted to approach a 5"10 skinny freshman either. ...Actually now that I say that out loud, I don't blame them honestly." He started chuckling a bit after he said that.

"Wait what the fu- You... introverted? YOU?!"

"Haha, yup!"

"NOOO, what?! Ok, now you're just pulling my dick."

"No genuinely I'm being serious! Besides..." Serj lifted his hands up, "I'm not even touching your dick!"

Hahaha, ok I'll admit I might've laughed a bit when he said that. No judging me either! I've finally found someone in this school with a sense of some humor! (Don't tell Wes I said that though, you know I mean someone new and in this class.)

We kept laughing for a bit until I could faintly hear a certain demon lady yelling at someone.

"Hey Serj, we better look busy if we don't wanna get yelled at by Godzilla over there!"

He looked confused for a second until he looked over my shoulder and saw that monster of a coach yelling at some girls for sitting on the floor and talking. I swear to god, I'm never forgetting the look of pure horror in his eyes once he saw that damn coach. I'm just shocked his smile stayed intact after witnessing that.

"oh my god, YUP GOOD CALL. GOOOD CALL."

We got up like our lives DEPENDED on it (they did, I felt a bit light-headed after getting up but better that than be dead by the hands of Godzilla), and then ran to the corner of the room FAR FAR AWAY from Shrek across the room.

Am I being a bit mean to the coach, maybe. But is she evil and bitchy enough to deserve it, yes. SHE ALMOST GAVE THOSE GIRLS DETENTION JUST FOR SITTING DOWN, WHADDA YOU WHAT ME TO DO, BE NEXT??! Hell no >:|

Alright I'm getting off track. ANYWAYSS, we figured that we'd need to look like we're 'star athletes' and actually do something for the remainder of time.

"Soooo, Serj, what uhhh, whadda think we should do now?"

"Mmm, I mean just one look at me is enough to prove I'm a bit of a twig, so nothing too crazy, you know."

Alright, something physically demanding but not too demanding for me to be dripping in sweat for the rest of the day. Mmm, I guess a quick game of basketball wouldn't hurt. NOT US RUNNING AROUND THE COURT THO. I just mean like us taking turns... wait no, taking turns is for babies and old people... we'll just talk and shoot our own basketballs then, simple!

"Hey Serj, how'd you feel about shooting hoops then?"

"You mean like a game of basketball 1 on 1?"

"No no no, it'll be like us just shooting basketballs into a hoop, just something to look busy with while talking, ya know?"

"You know what, I am taller enough to dunk more hoops than you, you're on Fred!"

Hehe, I'm such a genius.

Alright, before I start rambling on how I'm such a smartass, we both headed towards the sports cabinet room... thingy in the gym (look man, idk what it's called, it's that room that keeps all the sports stuff and I refuse to name it the 'ball room'), and we started dunking.

"So Fred, what brings you here to a new school?"

"Oh, uhh, it's hard to explain. Basically my old school thought I did a prank even though I didn't and then a bunch of stuff happened and thennn yeahhh. I'm here now. Tadaaaa."

"Wow, well, that's a story! Why this school of all places though, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Uhhhh, my friend Wes goes here aandd closest option to my house. Why, should I get out of here while I can?!" I did a sarcastic gasp and put my hand on my chest.

Hey, I can act like a silly guy at times, let me socialize finally!

"Oh, nonono, I swear there's super chill people here. The school isn't mean or evil or anything like that! I mean hell, second week of last year, I wore a band shirt to school and then BAM! People came up to me, we talked for literally hours, exchanged numbers, and they're all still my friends now! It's awesome."

"Holy shit, that does sound cool. Wait wait wait, what band shirt was it, maybe it'll work on me next bro."

"Haha, you're too good! I think it was an Iron Maiden shirt if I believe right."

I had to stop dribbling once he said that, there's no way! I must've heard wrong or somethin.

"Wait Iron Maiden? You know Iron Maiden!?"

"Yea, wait, do you like them too??"

"Yea, they're a cool band. I like a bit of metal here and there but hip hop's my favorite too."

"Oh hey, I don't mind a bit of hip hop! Wu Tang Clan's so awesome, I love them!"

Oh my god, there's hope in this school, and it's this sick ass hippie right here. FINALLY there's someone here that super chill, FINALLY!! Shit, I might start becoming religious if my prayers keep getting answered.

"Dude. I'm so glad I met you."

I saw his smile go from a grin to a legit ear to ear smile, "Hey, me too man!"

We started talking on and on about our favorite albums, what classes we had (gym's the only class we have together, FUUUUUUUCK), shoes, stuff that pisses us off, Halloween costume ideas, hell he even gave me so many tips and tricks on how to avoid pissing off any of the teachers. Shit, if he never told me, my ass would've been sent to detention or get me a smack on the head. Either way, I'm pretty fuckin confident I'm not gonna get detention anytime soon. I'd even bet a buncha money on it too.

"PHEW. Hey Fred, I'm gonna go get water, I'm parched as hell! I think the bell's about to ring soon too, I'm not sure... but hey you wanna exchange numbers?"

OH YEAH I didn't ask for that yet! I mean it's not like he's going anywhere but still that would be cool to have tho.

"Yeah yeah, of course man! You have a MySpace profile or anything like that?"

"Nooo, not yet."

Ah, bummer...
Still, I grabbed a random Sharpie marker I found near the floor of the bleachers (hope to god I don't get any diseases on my hands, BLEUGHH), rolled up his shirt sleeves a bit, and wrote my number as tiny and legible as I could on his shoulder. Well I wasn't gonna write it all big and loud on his forearm, he's wearing a t-shirt! Besides, I'd hate for him to be walking around school for the rest of the day trying to hide a huge ass number from all his classes and probably even his family too, that's just sour.

"Hey thanks Fred! I'm gonna go get some water right now..."

He started to turn towards the water fountain near the entrance ..."it's great to meet another weirdo!"

"Haha, you t-" wait what did he say?

What... what'd he mean weirdo?? Like uhh, like a good weirdo or a bad awkward gets no bitches weirdo? What the fuck did this hippie mean when he said that?? Did I say something, was that it? Oh for fucks sake, I knew I shouldn't have over shared, GOD DAMN IT! AGHH, I should've gone the mysterious route instead of seeming like a dork... That's probably why he said that!

Shit, if I'm considered the school weirdo all of a sudden now, what'll Jaydie think??

Oh god, she'll probably think I'm some fucking weird gremlin or some shit, she's too hot to have her standards so low for some... hillbilly. I can imagine it already, the look of disgust in her face if I ever talked to her. Fucking hell, I can already see those coffee eyes squint as those gorgeous ass lips pucker with her contorted face that still looks fucking fine as hell! I can imagine it already! Fuck, I can imagine Jaydie slapping me or some shit. I don't want her to hate me, it's the first fucking day! I haven't even talked to her yet!

Jesus, calm down Fred! Stop overthinking again. Serj probably meant it in a fun way, he doesn't seem the type to insult. Yeah, yeah that's it. That's all it is. Why'd I start freaking out when he said weirdo though? You know Wes calls you weird all the time, why's now different?? Is it cause of... Jaydie? Goddamit, I just wanna make a good first impression and look cool so I could get with her!

Fuck fuck fuck, why the fuck's my heart going 1000 miles an hour?? Sweaty, sweaty, why're my palms so sweaty?! God I can barely hold this damn basketball! World... spinning... breathe...

AAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

...ok sooooo I might've gotten carried away with my thoughts... and I got tired of my sweaty hands barely gripping onto the ball... soooo I might've slammed the ball to the floor in a fit of rage... and it totally didn't bounce all the way from the floor to the roof... where it rocketed into one of the overhead lights... and shattered it... and I could feel the shards raining down on me and the ball grazing the top of my head.

And you know who saw...

Godzilla.

"BRRRRRR* YOU. DETENTION!"

"WHAT?! YOU DIDNT EVEN SEE IT HAPPEN! HOW WOULD YOU KNOW IT WAS ME?!"

If you couldn't tell, I was trying to slide my bitch ass out of getting detention. On the literal first day. First. Day.

"DOESN'T MATTER. GO TO DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL."

Yup. YUP! I officially hate this woman. Not just dislike, not just picking fun, HATE. Doesn't help that my head's in hell right now and I have shards of glass laying on my back. Once I brushed most of them off, I could hear hurried footsteps coming closer.

"Oh shit Fred, are you ok?! What happened, I finished drinking and I heard glass breaking. You're not bleeding or anything right??"

"Nah, no, just a little dizzy but I'm fine. Except that bitch over there gave me detention."

I think for the first time I saw his happy-go-lucky smile LEGIT go away. It was mind blowing dude. Although it felt nice knowing he was worried, hell he was the only guy that came up to check if I was alright.

"WHAT?! Why would she do that?! That's not right!"

"I know right!"

"She should've found whoever did it and give them detention instead! You don't need detention, you need the nurse's offic- actually yea, do you need to go to the nurse's office Fred??"

Oop, I guess he didn't see the whole thing happen. Should I correct him? Nahhh, I don't want him to think I do that on the regular or something. Plus it would just make things awkward.

Huh, maybe nobody else saw me break stuff. Soooooo, my reputation isn't entirely in shambles, sweet!

"No nothing serious happened to me, I'll be fine. Thanks though."

"Yea of course, I mean you literally got a shower full of glass, obviously I'm gonna care about my new friend!"

Something about when he said friend felt like, accomplishing? I don't know, all I know is it's nice to know I finally made a new friend in this dump of a school, a great friend even.

*DINGDINGDINGDINGDING*
(you know the sound of a school bell)

"Oop, it's finally break time. Better head out before the coach tears us apart into pieces, right Fred!"

"Oh god don't put that bloody image in my head dude. I can see it clear as day...YEESH. I'll see you later sometime then?"

"Yup! OH, and I won't forget to text you tonight!"
He rolled up his shirt sleeve and I could see the sharpie still on his shoulder, albeit a bit faded but still you could make out my number. Sweeet.

"Awesome, I'll see you later then?"

"See you later man!"

After we both grabbed our bags from the wall, we exited out the gym and went out separate ways.

Other than that damn devil bitch and her stupid detention (and that panic from idk what), first class was... something. I mean I got a cool friend out of it but you know, lesson learned, never touch a basketball for another 2 weeks or something.

I wonder where Wes is. Better go look for him.
And probably tell him about all the shit that went down too...

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(Mystery POV switch - few minutes before
oOoOooOoOo 3 secret charactersss)

A: "Really, you don't think she's kinda hot??"

B: "No... not really."

A: "Whatever you say pipsqueak."

B: "HEY!"

C: " Alright, c'mon you prick, you're just saying that cause you're the tallest out of us."

A: "And?"

B: "And it's annoying."

A: " Yeesh, don't gang up on me all of a sudden, just wait til we're outside so I can have a knife."

C: "Dude... you remember last time we trusted you with a knife?"

A: "Good timessss"

B: "Not for that bird..."

A: "Hey I had to make it fit into the jar somehow!"

*SHATTERR*

C: "FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?"

B: "Over there, that kid broke the roof light right now."

A: "Holy shit, he broke the roof light! Not bad."

C: "Huh, that kid doesn't look familiar. Is he new or something?"

B: "Seems like it. I saw him, like, earlier walking in the halls with that Wes guy. I think his name is either Ted or, you know, Fred."

C: "Huh, dude you're like a walking spy or something, it's actually pretty cool."

B: "...thank you."

A: "Oh when he calls you a spy, it gets you all smiley, but when I joke about watching him sleep, now all of a sudden it's a crime!"

C: "That's cause it's me SLEEPING!"

A: "Oh come on, I know you wouldn't mind 'personal spy' over here doing that!"

B: "What the f- no dude!"

A: "I know you'd want a little peak man."

B: "...no."

C: "We're getting off topic again!

B: "...oh shit, the coach just gave him detention."

A: "He's probably just doing it for the attention, every new kid's like that."

C: "Well either way, I'm gonna keep my distance from that guy, seems like trouble."

B: "agreed."

A: "Hey, you think that jar would fit in his locker?"

B: "Dude- come on. Why'd you still keep that jar in the first place! That's, you know, disgusting."

A: "Why wouldn't you is the real question!"

*DINGDINGDINGDINGDING*

C: "Alright, c'mon motherfuckers, we gotta tell group about this. This is gonna blow their fucking minds!"

B: "...hmm."

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Jon POV

"FINALLY! FUCK! Where were you guys?! I was looking all over for you motherfuckers in the morning!"

Tell me why, TELL. ME. WHY. I find these fuckers sitting all willy nilly at our lockers, AKA the place we all agreed we'd meet each other on the first day before class.

Hey, call me dramatic (I swear I'm usually not), but I got here early in the morning, hallways empty as hell, and waited right here the entire time! Don't blame me for being excited to see my friends again, they're literally my brothers from other mothers, the fuck you want me to do!

Either way, all four of them were looking up at me, looked at each other, and then Fieldy responded first,

"Shit dawg, I didn't know that. Imma be honest, I overslept my alarm and basically rushed my way straight to class. It was either that or I'd be late."

"Yeah same here Jon, you know I'm always oversleeping alarms."

As much as I hated to agree with Head, it was true. One time when we were little and had a sleepover, his mom's alarm for work went off and all of us woke up except for him. Hell we even thought he was dead for a little bit.

Anyways, David said something next,

"Ok you know I don't live super close from here. God, I'm gonna hate waking up earlier than you fuckers."

Munky raised his hand with a smile, "Hey Jon, if I told you that I almost got ran over on the way here and totally didn't forget about the whole meet up thing, would you believe me?"

I sat down with them, "...well not anymore."

"Shit, alright fair... HEY, I heard a bunch a people talk about something that happened not too long ago, you wanna hear it??"

"What are you, a fucking gossip magazine?"

"Head, I'm gonna pull on your dreads again."

Munky isn't usually the type to be interested in this kind of stuff, so whatever it is, it's probably something important or juicy or whatever words you used to describe it. I don't know, I'm not keen on gossip either, it's all the same to me really. 'Oh, a teacher said this, a couple did this at a dance, someone's boyfriend's barber's dog-walker's cat's doctor's daughter's clown's...' yada yada, you get the point...

Plus, I should probably stop these two knuckleheads from ripping each other's brains apart. The thought of someone pulling on my dreads is enough to make me fucking twist... EESH!

"Alright, alright, alright, what was you wanted to tell us Munky?"

"OOOH OK, so, you guys remember how the gym has those overhead lights right?"

"...yeah?"

He scooted in more into the center of our floor circle, this better be something good...

"So, APPARENTLYYYY, one of the glass lights just like, straight up shattered, like uhh, it just went BOOOOM! All of a sudden! Just like that!"

...that's it? No, surely there's gotta be more to it that just lights breaking!

"YEAH, YEAH, I think I heard it too dawg! I was in class about to fall asleep, like you guys know how I usually do cause uhh fuck knows I'm tired as hell in mornings, right. Anyways, I'm dozing off and shit, and right when I'm about to sleep, I fucking heard that loud-ass sound!"

"Wait, Munky wasn't making that up??"

I don't blame David. I mean yeah, that would be something silly to fake but like the first day of school's barely started and you expect to believe it's real??

"Shiiiiiiit, dude, I legit jumped out of my seat and had a heart attack and everything dawg."

Head seemed mildly annoyed, "What the f- that's it?? A head light breaking?? Munky, it's just a light bro! I thought someone punched the shit out of someone or someone shit talked a teacher, you know, the actual good stuff!"

"YEAH BUT IT'S A GYM HEAD LIGHT, HEAD."

"OH MY GOD-" He took a deep sigh, "well it's not like this is some rare news or anything. I kept hearing about it on the way here. And NO, it didn't explode, some kid in Gym probably got too rough and broke it."

"Wha- no dude, I heard the light got over heated, some poor kid was under it, and that dumb fuck of a gym teacher thought they broke it and gave them detention!"

I wanted to say something but David beat me to it first, "Wait wait wait, Head. Do you REALLY think that someone, let alone a fucking TEENAGER, had the strength to throw a dodgeball, a basketball, whatever ball it was, and throw it high enough to reach the fucking ceiling of that gym, the CEILING, mind you, and somehow THROW IT with enough force to smash a WHOLE ASS glass light from up there! Is that what you're telling me Head?!"

"Hey it's possible! Munky never said if the kid was scrawny or super buff or a 6ft giant or anything like that. It could literally be anyone!"

"No. No it can't Head. You're BLIND, THAT'S LITERALLY PHYSICALLY IMPOSSI-"

Good God, I haven't seen these guys argue about something so dumb yet with so much passion since we were debating if the game was spelled 'Shoots and Ladders' or 'Chutes and Ladders'...

I'd rather not contribute to this chaos of a convo, it has nothing to do with me and it's not like I'm gonna even see this 'mystery' kid. Yeah we're in the same school and maybe I've passed by them without knowing or they're in the same grade as me, but it's not like I'm ever gonna talk to them or like I was the one that caused this whole situation. Hell, they probably don't even know I exist, probably don't even know my name either.

Eh, I've got better things to do. Like mentally prepare for Mr. Morrissey's class after lunch. God I can hear that retched Manchester accent of his already, EESH...

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Wes POV

"YOU DID WHAT??!"

"I know, I know it sounds bad, but trust me it wasn't my fault! You gotta believe me man!"

"FRED, IT'S THE FIRST DAY. THE FIRST CLASS."

I don't get it. I don't get it! I've known this motherfucker legit my whole life, never has he done something as stupid as this. Yea he likes to break stuff, but not anything at school OR huge ass ceiling lights! He's too much of a wussy to squish a spider, why- why the fuck is he doing this now??

"I KNOW THAT WES, but seriously, it wasn't my fault though!"

"What, so the light just magically exploded then?"

"No that's not- I didn't... AAGHHHHH, STUPID THOUGHTS!!"

I swear I dunno what... wait did he just say? Did, did something happen in gym??

"Fred, what the hell do you mean stupid thought?"

"Oh shit. Uhhh, nothing. It's nothing. Forget about it."

Alright Fred's acting weird right now, I don't know what the hell happened in that gym but Fred's hiding something.

"No you said something about thoughts, what was it??"

"AGHHH, it's nothing! Not the point! The point is, I hate that fat ass of a gym teacher!"

"So you wanna switch schools already?"

"NO... No, it's fine. No one saw the whole thing happen and I haven't heard my name in the halls yet. Plus, it's a nice story to tell people right?"

Ok, this is fucking weird. First off, he barges in front of me and tells me about how he basically ruined his reputation as a new kid in a new school and pretty much wants to kill himself. NOW, instead of wanting to leave the place and save his sanity and soul from gossip and all that crap, he still wants to stay here. Yea no something's not adding up.

Well first off, what the hell caused him to break the window in the first place? The basketball hoop on the wall is NOWHERE near the literal roof lights on. the. ceiling. So Fred's accident wasn't on accident at all. And knowing him, he's a knucklehead, but not that much of a knucklehead to directly aim for the roof. He loves being in the center of attention, but he isn't the type to intentionally make himself the center of attention. Whatever happened on that basketball court was unintentional.

Ok, he said something about 'stupid thoughts' earlier and when confronted about it, he got all defensive and tried to change the subject almost immediately. Safe to say that those thoughts of his was what cause him to do something so reckless. But the real question is, WHAT were those thoughts about? What the hell motivated his mind?

Or maybe... who motivated those thoughts.

Before class started, he saw Jon walking through the halls and that's when his weird actions started. He felt normal and like the Fred I know BEFORE that incident. Even the way he acted when trying to get information about JD, that isn't typical of Fred to do.

With how much panic and strength Fred showed to me during that time, it's safe to say he experienced that same thing during Gym, only this time it was from thoughts.

Is he worried about something? Did he figure out JD's got a... hot dog yet? No, he would've asked me if he did. Honestly, he's probably just feeling first day crush stuff.

Shit... I think he might be serious about Jon.

Mmm, what if I was serious about my Cupid plan. I mean, yea it's not just entertaining and gives me something to do, but maybe it'll be good for Fred. He is one of my greatest friends and all, there's no harm in trying really.

Yeah, yeah, maybe I should start putting it into action! That's it, I'm helping Fred with his lover boy situation.

"Wes? Wes, you there dude??"

"Hm, yup, I'm here."

"Ok cool, cause I think class is about to start soon and my math class is on the second floor."

"Damn, imagine having to go up the stairs! Look at you getting active."

"Oh fuck you dude."

"Haha, you know I'm just fucking with you man..."

Dingdingdingdingdjngding

"...Shit we better start heading out."

"Good call, I don't wanna be late again man..."

Am I gonna start seriously brainstorming in class? Yes, yes I am. Will I make it look like I'm note taking? Oh absolutely. I'm too invested in this, this has to work.

Don't you worry your silly little hillbilly ass dear Fred, your Cupid's here to help you. Now that I think about it, no way I can do it alone...

I'm gonna need help.

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Wes POV

Dingdingdingdingidng

Oh thank god it's lunch, my stomach's been fucking grumbling like crazy. That's probably what I get for eating a light breakfast...

Doesn't matter, anywaysss, I've got a starting draft for how the plan's gonna go, I just need to convince the rest of the guys to get on board with me. Shouldn't be too hard... right?

I can imagine it already, me and the guys plotting each step while Fred has his back turned, the late night plannings we'll do over MySpace, hey maybe we can even get walkie-talkies too! Oh, code names! We could have code names as well! I wonder what mine would be...

AAAH, focus Wes! I'm not sure they'll find it as fun as I will, but it's worth a shot regardless. No harm in trying.

I'm packing my bag and walking faster to the cafeteria, trying not to bump into the hoard of people in the halls. That's the one thing I like about being considerably taller than everyone here.

Omg omgomgomg, can these people move any slower?? Shit man, I got important business to attend to, fuck outta my way!! MOVE! YOUR CRAPPY MILK CARTON CAN WAIT! Oh god, here comes everyone. BRACE YOURSELF WES.

...Fucks sake, I hate first days like this :,)

Well it's whatever, I can see the table with everyone already sat down. Oh hey, Fred's sitting down too.

Damn I was kinda hoping he wouldn't be here yet, I'll have to wait til he leaves the table. Might take a while with his fat ass. Whoever's reading my thoughts rn, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE lemme have a window to tell everyone my plan, PLEASEE. This is too good to just keep to myself, I'll go fucking crazy if I don't tell them soon!

Doesn't matter, I sat down at the table, "Hey guys!"

"Hey Wes, you're finally here!" Sam Rivers was the first to respond. I met him sometime during the middle of last year. We didn't realize we shared a class together until like, 4 months. He's actually a pretty chill dud- OHH THAT'S RIGHT. Fred hasn't met him yet!

"Oh hey, Fred this is Sam, Sam this is Fred, we've known him since like, middle school."

"Hey nice to meet you dude."

"You too, love the cap."

I sat down while they started talking to each other, they seem to be getting along, thank god.

"Oh wait Fred, did you hear what happened in the gym today?!

Oh shit, Fred's story spread around that fast?!! It literally JUST happened today, how the ffffuck does Sam know about it already?? I mean sure, I could hear my classmates murmuring and shit during class, but was that what they were talking about?? THAT?

No, there's no way, THERE'S NO WAY. I'm just going crazy man.

I shot a glare at Fred while Sam was telling him his whole understanding of the situation. You could tell some details were scarily accurate whenever Fred's eyes widened, I think he was even sweating bullets too. I don't know, but even under the lunch tables, I could see Fred clutching his pants for dear life, and I don't just mean he was holding onto them. Oh no no no, he was GRASPING onto his pants, dare I say CLENCHING even.

Fuck I think Fred's starting to get too nervous, I better change the subject.

"Yeah, I kept hearing people talk about it but like, why is everyone so caught up on it? I'm 1000% sure there's something better to talk about, like that weird rivalry between Mr. Morrissey and Mr. Marr, or even some random summer break up."

Otto swallowed a bite of his food, "I mean, yeah you're not wrong Wes but like, you know damn well nothing like this usually happens in this hellhole of a school. Shit like this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Besides, all the good stuff happens between friend groups and shit, never during a whole-ass class!"

I think Fred was trying to pretend to be innocent, "haha, so like, all the gossipy... stuff's gonna happen now once I joined this school?"

"What like a drama good luck charm? Maybe. I mean, it's not like YOU were the one that caused it or anything, right Fred?"

Me and Fred legit gave each other side eyes at the same exact time.

Alright now I REALLYY gotta change the subject

Alright now I REALLYY gotta change the subject... fuck, how? Think Wes, think...

"Hey Fred! Can I talk to you for a second?"

What the... what the fuck is Serj doing here? And how does Fred know Serj?

"Oh, sure dude, of course. I'll be right back guys."

And just like that Fred was stolen from the table, and Serj just straight up fixed my problem about changing the conversation. Thank you, you Armenian angel straight from heaven.

Wait, Fred's not here now... OH SIHT THE PLAN! I CAN TELL THE GUYS ABOUT MY PLAN NOW YESSSS!! VIOHGJSANVGJUEIL, Thank you for killing two birds with one stone for me Serj! AAAAAA HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT OKKOKOKOKOK, just tell them the plan Wes. Actually, lemme slowly introduce them to the idea of Fred liking Jon even, give them a little appetizer before the main course.

"Soooooo, you guys think anyone here at this school is, oh I don't know, a bit of a black sheep?"

"Wes, what the fuck do you mean a black sheep, like those emo people I see walking through the halls?"

I think I pissed off Lethal a little bit, and a bit of food flew out his mouth... gross BLEHH

"No, no, I mean like, uhhh how do I put this... a classmate in a closet?"

"Dude, if you're talking about people getting stuffed into their lockers or like, the classroom closets, I'm sure there's a handful of people that've been shoved into lockers here."

Damn, not even Sam's understanding what I'm tryna say... alright, I better just make it more obvious to them.

"What, no. You know, someone that's like... fruity."

"You mean, gay? "

SEE! Otto gets it! Finally, someone at this table understands!

"Yea, exactly!"

"Oh dude- what the fuck! I don't wanna think about that while I'm eating! Who wants to be thinking about those.. queers right now? Wes, why the fuck would you even bring that up?"

...never fucking mind then...

"Uhh, I dunno... Random thought I had in class..."

"Well, you're not one of those homos then right?"

"No."

Lethal jumped in, "OH SHIT, you guys remember when we were little and Fred thought some newscaster was a chick! Dude, the look on his face when he realized it was a guy, PRICELESS! BWAHAHAHA."

"Oh shit, that actually happened!?"

"Yea Sam! He legit got the hots for them and everything!"

"OH MY GOD, THAT'S HILARIOUS BRO! Dude, I think I'd rather be caught dead than be in that situation, that's fucking wild."

...soooo, I guess no one will be on board then. God, I still remember when Otto interrogated Fred when that happened. I should've guessed Otto would've had a heart attack if he found out Fred genuinely likes Jon, let alone another guy. I shouldn't involve them then, it'll just make more problems.

Dammit! *disappointed internal monologue sigh* looks like I'll have to do everything by myself then! Shit, I was really hoping for some help with this plan and everything... This just makes everything harder.

Should I just give up? I mean, it is silly and everything, I don't even know how far I'd get or how to even start. Maybe this is a sign to stop...

Wait, what the fuck am I saying?? Wes motherfucking Borland, you never give up, EVER. Remember when you had those 3 projects due the next day, what'd you do? You pulled an all-nighter like a fucking champ and passed out for 8 hours once you got home! Who cares if it seems impossible, you can't give up on something you haven't even started yet. The best thing to do is try dammit!

Yea I'll be doing this alone, but hey that means I don't have to worry about arguing with other people about ideas, right? Well, I'm sure there's gonna be times when I might need a little helper here and there. Even if I do end up needing a couple more hands...

where the fuck am I gonna find them?

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??? POV

A: AND THEN, the bitch gave the kid detention!

D: Oh shit, you're telling me that's what happened??

B: Yea, that's pretty much what happened.

A: We saw the whole thing happen in front of our eyes and everything man!

B: You mean, I saw the whole thing, decided to tell you two everything, and now, you know, I'm starting to regret it.

A: Exactly, WE saw it all happen!

C: Alright, calm down you prick-

E: *SLAMM* GUYS YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!

F: FUCK!

C: Holy shit, calm down freshie, you just gave whole table a heart attack...

E: Nah, that's just cause you guys are old.

B: Ok, you're only a year younger than us dude. Besides, he's the only old one here.

A: Hey, only by a year man!

B: Still older, you junior.

A: ...I don't know why I still hang out with you guys.

C: You know you love ussssss!

E: Ew. Ok anyways, you guys wanna know!??

D: What is it this time?

E: I just got detentionnnnn!

B: Wait, what?

F: The fuck... how??

E: It's a long storyyyyy.

D: Did it involve fire?

E: No.

D: Breaking anything?

E: Probably one of my bones.

C: Huh??? What the fuck did you do on your first day??

E: Again, long storyyyyyyyyyy

A: Oh for fucks sake man!

D: IT'S YOUR FIRST DAY HERE, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU-

B: ...

C: Hey, you good dude?

B: Hmm? Yeah, just could've swore I saw our gym light perpetrator walking by with Serj over there.

C: Huh, yea that's them alright. How are you able to just, pinpoint people like that?!

B: I dunno honestly. You know I've always very perceptive and like, observant and stuff.

C: I know, I'm jealous of your eyes dude. They're incredible, and a nice color too.

B: ...thank you

D: -OH MY GOD. Wait, you're 100% honest, you didn't use any fireworks or any kind of explosives?!

E: Oh fuck, I should've!

D: ...What have I done...

E: Oh calm down, I'll tell you guys the whole story tomorrow morning or in the group chat when I get home tomorrow, if I'm still alive after detention.

F: Oh yeah, we still meeting up at my house after school?

E: PERFECT! I'll tell you guys then.

C: Euhhhhhhhh, I don't wanna go into my next class, it's LITERAL hell!

D: Damn, don't die then. Or do if the class is that bad, I'll start writing your eulogy in my next class.

C: Thanks you prick...

B: ...hmm, interesting...

D: Is he staring into space again?

C: Yeaaaaaa

D: Yeaaaaaaa

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JON POV

I'd say today's been going pretty good so far. Nothing special or crazy has happened in my classes yet... I'm just a bit fearful of my English class next. God it feels like I'm waiting for death row anticipating this damn bell. My stomach's all in knots from the nerves, I've heard not so pleasant stuff about that damn English teacher.

I mean, yea I get nervous when my next class has a test or just in general, but never this bad. I'm trying to wipe my sweaty hands on my pants for no one to notice.

Even if I wanted to skip his class, I'd have legit no place to hide...

"Helloooooooo! Yo you good Jon?"

"Huh. Yea, I'm good... I guess. Just don't wanna go to my next class is all."

"I feel that, hell you know I don't wanna go to any of my classes dude. At least I can eat my grilled cheese in peace right now."

"Haha, I swear Head, you're addicted to those damn grilled cheeses."

He held his grilled cheese slice like he was covering its ears, "*GASP*, how could you not tho?? These're so fucking bomb bro like- look look look, look at this right here."

He then proceeded to take a huge bite of his slice, and tilted his head back to show the long cheese pull between his teeth and the sandwich.

"mmmhmm MHM. YOU SEE THAT??! LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL CHEESY GOODNESS RIGHT THERE..." He chewed his bite and swallowed, "...You don't get that with ANY other sandwich, end of discussion. Grilled cheeses are the best, I'll fucking fight anyone over them!"

Munky raised his head with a grin while holding a PB and J, "Was that a challenge I hear, cheese boy?"

"YEA YOU PEANUT BUTTERY BITCH, C'MON. IT'S ON!"

The whole table started roaring with laughter, we didn't care if we were the loudest table in the room. I think even David started straight up crying from wheezing at one point. All I know is that I got a 10 pack of abs just from laughing and my lungs were absolutely DEMOLISHED.

You know, even though there's moments when I get annoyed by them or they do something arguably dumb, I love my friends so much. They know just how to cheer me up. Hell, I definitely wouldn't be enjoying school so much if it wasn't for them. I don't wanna now what I'd be doing without them either. It feels nice knowing they've got my back and I've got theirs too.

Everything feels alright again, man I love spending lunch with them. This is so peaceful and amazing, I hope it never ends anytime so-

Dingdingdingdingidng

-OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! FUUUUUUUUUUU-

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JON POV

You ever get those moments when you wanna just want time to just, skip forward?

Yea, I'm getting that right now, wanna know why? CAUSE I HAVE ENGLISH IN 2 MINUTES. 2!! THAT'S 2 MINUTES LEFT OF HEAVEN UNTIL HELL BEGINS! AAAAAAAAAAAAGHH-

-ok I might be overreacting just a bit, BUT HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT WHAT GOES ON IN THAT CLASS??

First off, that summer homework was brutal.

What kind of teacher assigns kids 2 book readings, 5 writing assignments, and 3 essays??!! God, I don't know how I did it, but all I know is I did WAYYY too many all-nighters this summer. I haven't even met the fucking teacher yet, and I hope they have a special place in hell for him. HELL.

Second off, the stories I hear of this teacher. Holy shit. This guy doesn't sound real at all.

OH FUCK, I remember one time during freshman year all these upperclassmen were telling everybody that he straight up ripped his shirt MID CLASS and had a big ass "A" on his chest. GOD I WISH I WAS MAKING THIS UP. I think the principal even interrogated him after that day, no clue why he didn't get punished or anythign...

And of course that's not all, a couple months after that, apparently some poor kid couldn't finish their lunch on time and had his class right after. So, as any sane student would do, he brought his leftover lunch to class and tried to eat it all in his desk. WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS, the fuck-ass teacher started yelling at him and sent him to the principal's office, not because he was eating in class... but because it was a hot dog and that damn English teacher is a hardcore vegan... what the actual fuck. Apparently he was gonna fail that poor student right then and there, but even the fucking principal thought that was stupid.

Fuck me man, if my high school life is gonna end anywhere, it's gonna end in this class, I fucking know it. Matter of fact, my life's probably gonna end once I step into that classroom! So long Munky, Head, David & Fieldy, I'll miss you crazy motherfuckers.

I've been sitting in front of the classroom for a little while now, I better get inside before the bell rings and I'm REALLY dead. God, just standing in front of his door feels like the gates of hell.

Alright, c'mon Jon! Hehe that rhymed.

FUCK, FOCUS.

Eventually, I did open the inferno door and walked inside the room. Holy shit, when I tell you it looked EXACTLY like some sad British boy's bedroom. There were all these vintage band posters, a few vinyl records on the walls, and a corner with vegan propaganda. Vegan. Propaganda. This guy's bat shit insane.

And it wasn't just me that thought it was weird! I looked around at everyone socializing or sitting down, and they all had the same faces of confusion. Everyone didn't wanna be in this class and everyone knew it.

My back started killing me with my heavy-ass backpack, so I walked towards the other end of the room and sat down at a random desk.

Once I got all my stuff out, I could see from the corner of my eye someone sitting down in the desk next to me. Nothing stood out of the ordinary... well, I guess except his black beanie with a Jack Skellington face. Actually, that's a pretty sick beanie, goes well with his dirty blonde hair. He kinda gives me stoner vibes but his outfit's not rugged enough either.

After he got all his stuff out, he let out the heaviest sigh and groan I've heard in someone at this school make. Keep in mind, class hasn't started yet and this sophomore already sounds like he just finished an exhausting late night security guard shift. He even started mumbling to himself saying stuff like "Just need to get through this...and then freedom" and "Come on, you can do this, just push through..it'll be all over soon"

Holy shit this guy sounds even more miserable than I feel. Should I talk to him? I mean, he does seem kinda bummed, I dunno if he's in the mood to talk. Even so, he'd probably just give me a glare and a scowl or some shit like that. Either that or he'll just pretend like he didn't hear me, I wouldn't blame him.

But then again, it'll be awkward if I just keep staring at him while he's pretty much dying. I dunno why, but I'm in a bit of a talking mood right now. Could just be that I'm bored out of my mind while the bell's anticipation is slowly killing me. Damn, why can't people be predictable...

Fuck it, it's time to be social.

"Hey, you don't wanna be here either?"

He snapped out of his daze and turned to me. Oh shit, I was not expecting his eyes to be blue. Huh, it's a pretty pale shade too.

"Dude, abso-fucking-lutely not. No, I just wanna go home already."

"Same, I can't think of anyone who wants to be here."

"Maybe Satan, that's about it."

"Haha, yeah. Him and the teacher too."

"Dude at this point, the teacher IS Satan!"

We both got a little chuckle out of that. Good to know my desk mate has a funny sense of humor. Thank god he's friendly too, everyone else in my other classes are dicks.

You'd think that people in the school would be friendly, but nooooo. Of course when you're a tall guy who wears Adidas a lot, people give you side eyes or dirty stares. The only people I know and talk to at this school are my friends, obviously, and my friend's friends (even then, that's only like 3 other people I'll wave at).

"Haha, yeah. Hey, how'd you survive the summer homework?"

"DUDE, DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT BULLSHIT. Oh my god, that was actual torture right there."

"RIGHT? I mean it's like, if that's just the summer homework, I don't wanna know what the fucking regular schoolwork's like."

"Yea no, if one day I'm not in class, just know the homework killed me and buried me 6ft under."

"Haha, should I start writing your eulogy then?"

"Oh yes please. I'll make sure to write one for you too dude. And, uh, whose name is this under?"

Oh my god this guy might be one of the chillest motherfuckers I've met today.

"Oh, I should've started with that. I'm Jonathan, but everyone calls me Jon or JD. And who am I writing a eulogy for?"

"Corey. Corey Taylor. Nice to meet you Jon."

We gave each other a quick handshake before going back to talking about our eulogies. Corey joked about what to put, what not to put, and how he was gonna spray water on his face and start fake crying until he went eyeless.

It felt so fucking refreshing to genuinely talk with someone so chill about something so silly, it got my worries out of my brain too. Everything was going amazing until... he... walked in.

Wanna know the cherry on top? He was 5 minutes late... FIVE. That pretentious British motherfucker, I swear to God-

"Good morning class. If you think of me as late, then blame the man-made failed machine we've named a clock. In other words, I'm not late. End of discussion."

I shit you not, you could hear the ENTIRE class groan of despair once he walked in and opened his mouth to say that. A part of Corey and I even died once we saw the teacher too. I might've even seen my life flash before my eyes.

Out of nowhere, some poor soul raised his hand, "Uhh, sir... do you mean 'Good Afternoon'? It's already past lunchtime..."

The teacher had his full attention towards him, that kid must've felt like he was gonna die...

"YOU. What's your name?"

"Uhh, Wes, sir. Wes Borland..."

"Well alright West Boredland, did you not just hear what I had to say about the fallacy of time?"

Great, a teacher that does everything to seem right when they've made a mistake...

"...that's not my name sir..."

"Doesn't matter, you still responded. Anyways, as all of you know, I am Mr. Morrissey, the better English teacher than that Mr. Marr or even that blasted music teacher you students call Mr. Smith..."

Oh hey, I have his class tomorrow! Man, he's such a great teacher. He even complimented me when I said I knew how to play bagpipes. Why couldn't I have him as an English teacher instead of this sour-ass crumpet...

"...I've received all of your summer work and will grade it all soon. But for now, you are here to learn and perfect your English skills through me. I'm sure all of you have read the syllabus back to front. If you haven't already, then have fun falling behind in the class then. Now everyone get out their notebooks and textbooks, lecture starts now."

Yup, this is where me and Corey die. I think my sanity's falling away from me. Oh boy, this is where the hell begins...

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JON POV

...I've been in this class for WAYYY too long, I'm ready to just jump out of this window and walk myself home. I don't care if I get shards of glass in my head or something, walking home bleeding sounds better than another minute of this class.

Hopefully it ends soon, I don't even know what time it is... I wonder how many minutes I have left of this torture. Now where's the clock- oh found it.

...no

No.

NOOOOOOOO

IT'S ONLY BEEN 10 MINUTES??!!

Oh God

Oh Good God...

I can't believe it...

This is where I'm dying.

This, this is purgatory

This is ACTUAL purgatory

I'm too young to die like this! AAAAAAGGAHHHHHHHHH-

Ok, I might be overreacting a bit- actually no, I'm not overreacting at all. If anything, I'm UNDERreacting. UNDER.

This class SUCKS. This teacher has done nothing more than talk about himself for apparently 10 minutes, and now he's talking about his rivalry with Mr. Smith and how "he can't write good even if his life depended on it" and how "Manchester's better than Sussex and Mr. Smith can go 'Suck it'..."

Man he really thought he hit it with that one too... I don't know if I should do one of those fake laughs people do to get on a teacher's good side or just stay quiet to avoid attention. I'm 100% sure the entire class debated on what to do too.

I think I'll just think to myself to save myself from going insane, it's not like I'll miss anything important by the likes of it.

Mmmm, I guess today's been a little bit better than expected. Could be worse, way worse even. Surprisingly I haven't been picked on yet by anybody. Probably cause I'm one of the tallest people here. Yea, I didn't get terribly picked on last year, but holy shit, it was terrible in middle school. I know how to treat bruises and wounds just from all the bullying I got as a kid.

Ok, change of subject! Uhhh, oooh, outside looks nice right now. It was a bit hot out but that's just cause I'm wearing my favorite Adidas jacket right now.

I don't care what Head or Munky or Fieldy or David say, I'm never gonna stop wearing Adidas jackets. Ever. Like, how can you not love them?? They're sooo cozy, they fit me perfectly, and the white stripes look so cool. This purple one's my favorite out of all of my- no wait, I do love my blue one too. That one's a nice shade of blue, but my black one looks amazing with the white stripes. I guess my black one is my fav- wait no, my red one looks sick on me too...

DAMMIT, I can't pick!

Agghhh, I'm getting carried away again... oh hey, a bird.

Man, what a pretty color. Wait, is that the bird or is the window just dirty? Damn, someone needs to clean this glass. Glass...glass...

Yeah wait, I still don't know why everyone's so caught up with the whole broken glass gym situation. Sure, it's vandalism on the first day of school, but I'm sure there's more interesting stuff for people to gawk over. Besides, no one knows who did it either, it could just be lies and a fake.

Even if it was real, I do kinda wonder who did it. If they actually managed to hit that light from all the way up there, they must be buff as hell...

I wonder if they're cute too. I hope so-

Wait wait wait wait wait wait, what. the. fuck. Why am I thinking that?? Where the fuck did that come from?? I'm not... no...no...what the fuck. Why'd I... no... I'm not ga-

"MR. DAVID!"

AHHHH FUCK! Whu, what did I miss?? Who the f- which poor soul is David? Is there another David at this school? Dammit David, why'd you have to get called on??

I'm looking around the room but I don't see anyone responding. Huh, that's weird... why is everybody staring at me? Shouldn't they be staring at a David...

Wait, no.

No.

NO.

No, there's no way he's talking about me, right?

"Yes, David, I'm looking at you.

...Oh fuck, I wasn't paying attention. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckufkckufuck, I can't get the sweat off my hands, I think they're shaking a bit. So long cruel world, this is where I'm dying!

"Since you think looking out a window is better than paying attention, then at least you can agree that teacher you students call Mr. Smith would be a terrible English teacher, right?

...Is this motherfucker being deadass right now? I get a heart attack over THAT?? THAT.

You know what, no, I'm not gonna glaze this egotistical fucker right now.

"No, not really."

"Exactly, now- what was that David?"

"No, I don't think he'd make a bad English teacher."

I could see his veins boiling a bit from my seat, "Would you at least like to give a reason why before I give you detention, David?"

"Well, first off, he teaches music and not English, so I can't really call him a bad English teacher, let alone an English teacher at all. And who knows, maybe he actually is pretty good at English, but we'll never know. If you're just trying to get students to dislike him for some reason, then that's just low right there. And second off, my name is Jon DAVIS, not 'David". Please try to get that right from now on... ma'am."

...Oh. My. God.

How did I have the balls to say that?? I mean, yea I'd defend Mr. Smith any day, but I didn't think I'd actually have to! I said all of that shit on the spot!

Anyways, I'm internally freaking out while the rest of the class is laughing and giggling at my last remark and this teacher's on the brink of exploding his head off cause he just got owned by a kid in a now-sweaty Adidas tracksuit. A purple one too! Purple! Fucking purple!

"I- YOU- WELL- RGHHH! I guess we have a Charming Man with us in this class." He muttered something under his breath, "YOU'RE LUCKY PRINCIPAL OSBOURNE PUT A DETENTION LIMIT FOR ME DAVID!"

And then he tried to act like no one heard that, "Now class, let's start talking about Joan of Arc then..."

Holy shit, I think I need a whole year to recover from that... Wait, am I gonna be on his bad side from now on?? Agghhhh nooooooo... Doing his summer work was already hell enough! I guess it's whatever now, it's not like anyone's ever getting on his good side either way, no one does. Not even the nerdy teachers pets do! Fucking dusty ass hairspray tea biscuit.

But yea, then he started to actually lecture about what we were supposed to be learning. After maybe a ten minutes of him rambling on and on with his Manchester accent, I heard something from my side. Or I guess I should say, someone.

"Psstt, heyyy. Hey Jon."

I felt him nudge my right shoulder a bit and that's how I knew it was 100% Corey.

"Dudeee"

I turned to him and tried to whisper as quietly as I can. I'm already on Mr. Morrissey's hit list, I don't wanna give him another reason to bury me 6ft under.

"Yea? What is it Corey?"

"Alright first off, holy shit. Mad respect for telling that prick off."

"Thanks, I still have a heart attack from that."

Corey let out a quiet chuckle, "Shit, I would've died on the spot. But anyways, you wanna see something funny?"

Something funny? One part of my brain's telling me to lay low for the rest of class and don't cause another scene. But then again, this class is boring me to death, so the other part of my brain is saying 'Hell yes!'. And of course I'm following that part.

"Yea, sure. What is it dude?"

"Check this out!"

Suddenly from under his desk, Corey pulled out a freshly made paper airplane with the biggest sinister grin I've ever seen made on anyone's face.

He's not...no... there's no way he's gonna throw that AT him right?? He's already pissed off as it is! Corey's gonna get himself killed and then I'm actually gonna have to write a fucking eulogy for him! Why do all the good ones have to go first??

"What the?? Dude, I don't think you should do that!" Don't do it Corey! Hey! Corey!"

He didn't even respond to any of my pleas, he was completely in his own world. He closed one eye and started aiming for the teacher's turned back,"Pshh, don't worry man, I got this..."

He quickly turned to me with a slight smirk on his face,

"watch."

Before I could try to reason with him, he drew back the paper airplane and flicked it into the air.

I saw his life flash before his eyes until... I kinda got mesmerized by how it was flying in the air. Since me and Corey were more in the back of the class, I saw it travel through rows and rows of bored teenagers, doing loop-de-loops and spontaneous direction changes. I could even see it pass by a red-headed girl's desk and see her face light up as she followed it like a kitty watching a laser pointer. It was only in the air for about maybe 10 seconds before perfectly landing in the trash bin next to Mr. Morrissey's desk up front like it was nothing.

"Woahhhh, holy shit. Dude, where's you learn to throw paper airplanes like that??"

"I mean, this isn't the only class where I've been bored out of my mind. It takes years of boring classes to master the way of paper airplanes my friend."

"Haha, I could imagine."

Corey's face lit up, I could tell he got some kind of idea scheming.

"Hey Jon, have you ever thrown a paper airplane before?"

"No... I've never even made one before. I dunno how to either."

Corey grabbed a blank piece of paper from his bag and quietly scooted his desk closer to mine.

"Oh no worries man, here I'll teach you!" He handed me the piece of paper and grabbed another one from his bag for himself.

"Alright, first thing's first, you gotta make a fold like this."

"...ok."

"And then after you gotta take this point and fold it like so."

"Wait, this point?"

"Yup! And then do like sooo..."

It took me quite some time to try and get each fold as neat as possible, and we'd have to hide our progress under our desks whenever Mr. Morrissey turned around to face the class, but eventually me and Corey made our own paper airplanes. Obviously, Corey's looked more professionally made and cleaner while you could see the uneven folds and accidental wrinkles on my paper airplane. Either way, I think it turned out pretty sick.

Corey turned to me, "Alright, you ready to throw 'em Jon?"

"I- wait what??"

"Yea, now we're gonna throw them. It's the fun part!"

"Uhhh, I don't think that's a good idea Corey. I'm gonna throw mine and it'll hit him right in the fucking head or something!"

"Nahh. Trust me man, you just need to focus on where you're throwing them, and the airplane will do the rest. If you want, I can throw yours for you."

"Mmmm... no, I might as well throw my own."

I mean it is true, I took the time to making a mediocre airplane, I might as well throw it. I looked up at the clock and saw there was only 8 minutes of class left til freedom. YESSSS.

Corey nodded, looked ahead at Mr. Morrissey's back and started to pull back his paper airplane. I did the same thing.

"Alright, on 3. One...two... three!"

And both our airplanes were off! Honestly, it felt satisfying seeing my first paper airplane take flight. Corey's plane did the same thing again where it was pretty much dancing in the air and landed gently into the trash can again.

Mine however... it did a bunch of raggedy ups and downs...and possibly might have landed somewhere... unfavorable. It didn't hit the teacher in his back, or the back of his head, or crash against white board, oh nonono. For some reason, my airplane decide to swoop up and gracefully wedge itself INTO HIS HAIR. HIS GRAVITY DEFYING HAIR. OUT OF ALL PLACES, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GODDDDDDD!

The entire class FROZE when we saw my airplane land on his head. Thankfully no one saw that it was me who threw it, I think... I hope...

Either way, the teacher started to turn back and face us, and that's when I knew... I was so fucked...

Once he opened his big mouth, I braced for whatever was gonna happen or whatever words he was gonna yell in a British accent...

Oh God, HERE IT COMES! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGG-

"Alright class, hopefully your puny brains can even comprehend all of that. Now see students, when we talk about..."

-GGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH... wait... what?? Why isn't he yelling?? His head should be exploding right now, what's going on?? Am I lucid dreaming right now? Did I accidently fall asleep in class and now my dreams are getting weird or something??

I turned to Corey who was just looking at me with the same wide-eyed, jaw dropped expression and we both knew we were thinking the same thing...

he doesn't know.

Holy shit, he doesn't know!

Obviously, me and Corey were holding our laughs and smiles like little children until the bell finally rings its anthem of freedom, and everyone in that class books it out of hell. And I mean EVERY STUDENT. Never in my life have I seen my classmates leave a class this fast, but shit I've never left a class so quick either.

Once me and Corey walked a few steps out of the classroom, we could hear a certain teacher and the sound of paper rustling, followed by the sounds of a VERRYY pissed off Manchester man that just found out he had a paper airplane in his hair.

"RAGHHHHHHHHH!! WHICH BLOODY DEVIL DID THIS!?? HEAVEN KNOWS THEY'RE GONNA BE MISERABLE NOW! MISERABLE!"

We ran as fast and far as we could from that classroom before Mr. Morrissey could burst open the door and see his Adidas tracksuit and Jack Skellington beanie culprits. Again, obviously the two of us were laughing like fucking crazy on our way to the front door.

Once we got there, our lungs were inside out and we both felt like we had rock solid abs from how much we were wheezing. Yea, on paper, it looks like a medical issue but really it was the most fun first day of school I've ever had. If this is how the rest of my school days are gonna be like, then I got the life and I'm here to stay!

Corey was super out of breathe and smiling from ear to ear when he spoke first, "OHOHohoho, oh my god. Dude, dude, holy shi- Jon. Jon. How, the, FUCK did you land it so perfectly?? Please, please please teach me how you did that dude, that was fucking awesome! Hahaha!"

When I finally caught my breathe, I opened the door for him and me, "Honestly, I have no fucking clue, ahahaha."

It felt so refreshing to finally feel the warmth of the sunlight outside after surviving that cold hell of a classroom. I took a little time to breathe in the fresh air of afterschool freedom before I spoke again.

"Man I hate that teacher, I hope a double decker bus crashes into him or something."

"Fuck dude, I'd kill the prick with a 10 ton truck instead and drive back and forth until he's nothing more than a plate of smushed non-vegan human Shepherd's Pie with all his guts splayed across the street and watch as all the animals he refused to eat feast on his decaying flesh and..."

"..."

"...too much?"

"Nope, that might be perfect actually."

"Hahaha, ok thank god, I almost thought I scared away my new friend for a second."

Woah, I have a new friend now. Honestly that's one more than I thought I would make today. I bet the rest of the gang would love this guy. I'm not used to making a new friend this far into high school, last time I became friends like this with anyone was with Munky, Head, Fieldy, and David when we were like, little kids. Either way, I could feel a bit of my childhood spirit almost reviving when Corey said that, it was a nice feeling too.

But anyways, Corey looked into space for a little bit of time before gasping and making an expression like he just remembered something important, and he did. Before I knew it, Corey dropped his backpack to the floor, quickly rummaged through all his stuff while muttering somethings to himself and pulling out a red notebook.

Hey wait, we JUST got out of school, what the fuck does he need his notebook for??

"Shit I almost forgot... hey Jon, can I ask you to do me a super huge favor for me?"

Uhh, that came outta left field but I'm kinda curious.

"Damn, asking me for favors already?"

"Hey, it's nothing too crazy you prick! I promise."

"Haha, I'm just messing with you. What is it?"

"Ok, basically, long story short, I fell asleep during class today and missed out on a fuck-ton of notes. My buddy offered to let me have his notebook and I need to give it back to him. I think he said he was gonna do something quickly afterschool, so he should still be here. He's a bit of a short dude, I think 5'3 or some height like that. He's got these real pretty icy blue eyes... uhhh, OH, OH and-and he's got this cool dyed hair and his name's-"

*HOOONNNKKKK*

I got too invested in Corey's hastily description of his friend, I jumped at the sound of the car honking from afar. I looked into the driver seat to find it was an old lady waving hello at me and Corey.

"Ah shit! My grandma's here..."

Corey turned facing the car, "COMING GRANDMAA!! I gotta go right now, I'll see you tomorrow dude!"

And then the motherfucker booked it down the stairs and towards the car. Well, I guess now I gotta go give this notebook to... to uhh...wait... WAIT I DIDNT GET HIS NAME! SHIT- COREY WAITT!

"WAIT COREYYY, YOU NEVER TOLD ME HIS NAME!!"

Just when he got to his car, he turned and yelled back, "YOU'LL KNOW HIM WHEN YOU SEE 'EM, I OWE YOU A FAVOR DUDE, SEE YA TOMORROW!"

Then just like that, he hopped into the car and disappeared in a drift.

...huh. I'm just left standing in front of the school, confused as hell, and holding some mystery student's red notebook.

...how the fuck am I supposed to find this guy?

Chapter Text

JON POV (POV will change after this part, I swear 😭)

Soooooo, it's been about 15 minutes of me walking around every inch of all the hallways in this school...

And I haven't even found anyone. No one. There's literally no one in any hall right now...

how... THE FUCK am I supposed to find this guy??

Here, maybe he'll be here when I turn this corner right now...

...

Still empty...

Oh my god, how the fuck is this school a maze??

Like yea, I knew I probably wasn't gonna find this guy once I stepped back into the school, but at this point he doesn't even exist! Either that, or I'm just that blind.

Wait... is this a prank from Corey? Noooooo, there's no way, right?

I mean, yea I was willing to do him a favor despite only knowing him for an hour, but it's cause I wanted to be friendly! It's common sense to treat a new friend like an ACTUAL friend!

Even then, making someone stay afterschool is a lame prank. Unless Corey wanted to throw me a surprise party or something, then it would make sense why he'd lie about this whole notebook thing, but there's no way that's the fucking case.

I guess making someone walk the halls with a random ass red spiral notebook would be funny, to a fucking blow-up clown!

Ok, I need to stop before my head explodes tryna find this mystery guy...

Hey wait, maybe I can find some clues about him in his notebook. OH SHIT, maybe I can even get their name! FINALLY, FUCK. WHY DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT THIS BEFORE!?

I hold the notebook with both my hands in front of me as I open the cover and scan the first page in hopes I find a name.

Instead I find the top of the first page reading 'HISTORY' and a bunch of notes and bullet points underneath. Maybe there's something about a name in these other pages...

As I start flipping through the pages, I hear something light fall to the floor. It sounded like... paper? Am I going crazy? I better check the floor in case something did-

WOAHHH THESE MARGIN DOODLES ARE INSANE! Whoever drew these are crazy talented. There's all these different drawings of some drums, a couple of guitars- oh my god, Head would love these so much-, HOLY SHIT there's all these awesome drawings of metal band logos!

I had no clue there was another metal head at this school. I mean, don't get me wrong, me, David, Munky, Head, and Fieldy bonded over listening to metal growing up (and you know we still do), but I never would've guessed someone else at this school had amazing taste. If this guy listens to metal, I wonder if Corey's a metal head too, I hope so...

AGHHH, I SHOULDVE ASKED FOR HIS MYSPACE! Dammit, he seems like a cool guy to stay up with. I need to remember to ask him tomorrow then.

Wait I need to start walking, I've just been standing here like some zombie and this guy isn't just gonna appear out of nowhere.

I started walking forward while still looking through the this guy's class doodles. There's some more drum stuff, a lot of cool anatomy drawings, a few ones that are a little bit morbid but fucking incredible, and a lot of doodles of... someone?

Seems like whoever this is has a favorite muse cause there's doodles of this guy in every page. They look kinda familiar too... it's hard to tell with everything being in black ink, I can't tell what color their eyes are or what color their fluffy hair is. I swear, I've seen this face before...

Oh well, I'm sure it's not important.

Either way, I think I've ran around these halls enough, I might as well try the parking lot outside behind the school and then call it a day if I can't find anyone. I'm starting to get a bit tired and I probably need to start my homework.

Yes, I do homework right when I get home, don't judge me...

I stepped outside into the parking lot and looked around to find at least somebody, someone. You know what, why would anyone be in a parking lot afterschool, I'm going ho-

"F...c... o...f!"

"M...k... m...!"

It sounds like... two voices? Sounds like they're fighting, is someone getting picked on? I wanna help, but I can't even tell where they are.

It wasn't until I saw a teacher from the corner of my eye running to their car and speeding away out of the parking lot. Turns out there were people being shielded by the car! I could finally see someone's back facing me and what I'm assuming to be another person in front of them.

"C'mon twink, what's with the gay get-up?!"

"Oh fuck off dude, just go home already!"

"Well why don't you go home to the boyfriend of yours?"

"What boyfriend?!"

"Don't act stupid fairy, I see you glued to that Corey everyday like a freak on a leash! You fa-"

Wait did he say Corey? Oh shit, I better help one of his friends, this guy's an asshole.

As I'm walking closer to them, I can hear everything this guy's saying louder and louder. With every step, I wanna punch this motherfucker harder. I stopped walking once I got close enough and kept my gaze on him

I think I remember this guy's name, John Otto.

"You think if I beat ya ass, your boy toy's gonna come rescue you? You fairy pipsqueak."

"What was that, pipsqueak?"

Otto turned around and looked up to find me staring down into his soul. Before he could react, I SLAMMED my fist into the side of his face and watched as he tumbled to the burning gravel.

I looked up to find Corey's friend left in shock with his eyes wide open and mouth glued shut together as he was trying to process everything happening so fast. I mean, shit I was surprised too! I didn't realize how hard I punched him until I saw Otto on the floor writhing in pain for a good amount of time. Once I got a good look at his face, I couldn't recognize him for a split second, he had blood smeared across his nose and his skin turned almost red.

" hurrgghhhh, you... you... ma...muddafucka..."

Slowly he started laying on his back, got a good look at me and Corey's friend and began pointing at us both.

"You... you'll rot... rot in hell..."

Holy shit, you'd think with blood in his mouth, he'll learn to shut up about that stuff...

So I kept looking down at the bloody mess that is Otto and spat in his face, "See you there, piece of shit."

"Fuck this... I'm out... you... fairies..."

Otto somehow slowly got up and started walking back inside the school. I guess it was more like limping but it was still funny to watch him walk back in pain.

I almost forgot that I wasn't alone and turned to Corey's friend, "Hey, you good?"

I can tell by his face he was still processing everything that happened until he opened his mouth.

"I... dude... that. was. SO SIC! HAHAHA, holy shit! Oh my god... I'm fine, I'm fine- I'm all good, this isn't my first like, rodeo or anything."

I couldn't help but get a little smile on my face, "Yea, me neither. I'm sure you coulda beat him up yourself, but it's just... it gets so annoying when they think name calling makes them tough or something."

His eyes lit up after I said that, "YES! Finally, someone that gets it! Oh. My. God. Dude, like, you have no clue how long I've hated stupid shit like that. Ever since, you know, I stopped growing and got longer hair, I've never had a break from the stupid name calling."

"Really?? I remember the name calling got worse when I wore eyeliner to school. Couldn't go a single day without hearing 'faget' to my face."

"ME TOO!"

"Holy shit no way. I mean, you look incredible though dude, I love your outfit! Did you wear that all day today?"

He looked down at his skinny black leather pants, fishnet long sleeve, black punk-y uniform shirt, and red tie.

"Oh hey, thanks man! Also no, I changed when the bell rang."

"Still, I love it a lot. You going to a party or something fun tonight?"

"Uhh, yes and no. I'm part of a band called Murderdolls with my friends from other schools and like, we have a show tonight, so we figured we'd get the sound check done early, eat, and then get ready to go on stage. We did the math and, you know, figured we'd have more time to do makeup and warm ups if we came to the venue already dressed."

I got stars in my eyes when he said that cause... holy shit. He's in a legit band? This guy's fucking awesome!

"No way, that's fucking sick dude! I would love to be in a band..."

"Yea, it's amazing. I was actually waiting for one of my bandmates to pick me up so we can do the sound checks and you know, I- hey I've been meaning to ask, why're you holding that notebook?

I looked down and- oh shit I completely forgot about the notebook! I got to carried away beating the shit out of Otto, you can't blame me!

"Oh, it's a long story. Basically before one of my new friends left, he asked that I give his friend's notebook back. I guess it's super important. I've been searching around this fucking school for about 15 minutes cause he never gave me a name. I think he said they have short... hair and dyed... eyes? Wait was it short hair or short height...? Ah fuck, I forgot that part!"

Before I could try to figure out what Corey told me, his friend laughed for a good amount of time with a few tears in their eyes before they spoke, "HAHAhaha, that sounds EXACTLY like Corey... is it a history notebook?"

Wait how'd he know it was a history notebook... and how'd he know Corey sent me?!?

"Uhh, yea. Yea it's exactly a history notebook... wait, is this...?"

"Yup, that's my notebook."

"Holy shit no way! Dude, you have NO idea how many classrooms I've had to search."

I gladly handed him his notebook back.

"Hey, you said Corey's your new friend, right?"

"I mean, we became friends maybe an hour ago but still I'd say so."

He made a grin, "Perfect, I guess you wouldn't mind having another friend then?"

"Oh my god, of course! Nice to meet you, I'm Jon, but you can call me Jon Davis or JD, whatever works."

"Cool. My name's Joey. Joey Jordison."

Finally the long awaited name I've been tryna fucking find! I can't believe I have two new friends now, Corey and Joey...

"Hey Jon, weird question, but do you remember the description Corey gave you of me?"

"Uhhh, I forgot most of what he said but I remember when he said you have 'pretty icy blue eyes' though."

I saw his cheeks get a little pink, honestly I dunno if I'm hallucinating or if it's cause of the sun, he is pretty pale.

"Mmm... oh hey you seem like you have good music taste, you wanna come to the show tonight?"

"Dude I would love to but I can't... I'm gonna hang out with my friends tonight. If I was free though, I wouldn't mind sneaking out or anything like that."

I mean it is true, I have snuck out of the house multiple times before, and you know I've never been caught. I'm just that good.

"Ah, bummer. Well, next time we're performing somewhere, just let me know if you'll come cause, like, I can give you a free backstage pass if you do. You'll get in for free AND you can, you know, meet with the rest of my bandmates backstage. We'll happily give you a little tour and everything, you seem like a super cool guy."

"Wait really?? You sure dude?"

"Yea of course man, it'll be my way of repaying you for dealing with Otto. Think of it as a thank you gift."

"Woah, that's super kind of you, thanks!"

"No problem."

All of a sudden, a black and red van pulled into the parking lot and started heading towards me and Joey. As the van got closer, I could see the driver have these cool black and red dreads with a 13 written onto his forehead and tight black leather fingerless gloves resting on the wheel.

"YO JOEY, YOU READY? TRAFFIC WAS A BITCH GETTING HERE AND THE MANAGER'S MAD AS ALWAYS!"

"YEA, I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE WEDNESDAY, HANG ON!"

Joey then turned back to me, "Hey would you ever wanna friend each other on MySpace or get each other's phone numbers?"

"Yea, yea of course! That sound's awesome, I'd love to keep in touch with you."

After we gave each other our MySpace profile, we said out goodbyes and I watched as Joey climb into the passenger's seat and drive off.

"Huh, first day of sophomore year and I already made 2 cool new friends, awesome!"

I should probably head home, I'm tired as shit right now...

Chapter Text

FRED POV

This is officially THE worst day. ever.

EVER.

GOD I WANNA BREAK SOMETHING BUT I ALREADY DID AND NOW IM STUCK WITH FUCKING DETENTION AFTERSCHOOL!

*Dingdingdingdingding*

...MAKE THAT RIGHT NOW

FUCK!

I guess I'm happy I'm packing up my stuff now that class is over, but I hate going to detention. I don't wanna go to detention. No one does! NO ONE! Anyone who does is a fucking maniac.

Oh whatever, I better just get this over with. If my mom or dad asks, I can just tell them that I stayed for a little bit hanging out with Wes or someone afterschool. Besides, only Wes knows that I have detention, I only told him. I guess maybe the Serj guy too, if he even remembers me. I'm sure the guy does, he seems nice. So, only Wes and Serj then.

Speaking of, I don't even know which goddamn classroom it's in... all that Godzilla of a coach told me was that I have detention... despite having shards of glass on my head and hands... fucking bitch.

I better find where ever Wes is... I think he said he had that one English class with that Mortimer guy or something. Mor... Mordadee? Whatever that fuck face's name is.

I started going down the stairs and walked around the first floor for a little bit until I found Wes leave a classroom like he just escaped Hell.

Holy shit he looks like he had his life drained from him. His hair's messier than it was earlier, back's more slouch-y, and... did his eyebags get bigger? Fucking thank god I suck at English...

"Heyyyy, look who just finished his first-"

"Fred. I don't wanna talk about English. Ever."

"Jesus fucking Christ, what did that guy do to you??"

"Fred what the fuck did I just say?"

"Sorry, sorry, force of habit I guess. Sorry for wanting to see how my buddy's first day of sophomore year went."

Wes let out a little sigh, "You're good bro. I'm gonna need a whole day to recover from this Satan-spawn of a teacher..."

Damn, I don't think I've ever seen Wes this stressed out over a single class. Usually it's always the other way around, I'm always the one giving up on homework assignments or lectures, not him. Shit, that's crazy...

"...So, you wanna walk back to your place and rant about shit Fred?"

Oh my god, it's been too long since we've done that. I love it whenever we get to rant together about whatever we want. It's actually how we got closer during middle school, considering how many haters we had to deal with at the time. We had a lotttttt of shit to say about those pimply-faced fucks. Mmm, good times...

WAIT. SHIT. I CAN'T. DETENTION. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

"Wes, I have detention... remember?"

"... ohhhhhhh... shit I forgot about that..."

This bitch, istg

"...did she say where detention was gonna be in?"

"Uhhhhh, no... I was hoping you'd know where it was so you can send me to my fucking half-hour long funeral!"

Wes gave me a confused glare, like if I told him to take a look at my chocolate starfish or some shit.

"...Fred...you do realize that I've never had detention here before, right? I have absolutely no fucking clue where it is."

Oh for fucks sake, I forgot Wes is a goody-two shoes! Even in middle school, his bitch ass never got detention...

Just as I was about to come up with a witty comeback (like I always do), I saw a veryyy familiar shade of purple and the cutest giggle ever pass me by real quick. I turned my head and there she was...

Jaydie

Holy shit, her little laugh sounds straight outta heaven. And that smile? Doesn't matter that I saw it for only half a second, I'd tell her jokes nonstop to make that smile last forever...

She seems to be speeding down the hall with... someone? It looked like some guy in a black beanie laughing with her too..

Is... is that her boyfriend or something? Oh fuck... oh fuckohfuckohfuck...is she taken?? No, no, no way. If they were taken, they would've been holding hands or some other shit that those cutesy high school couples do.

...I'd love her hold her hand...

"Uhhh, Earth to Fred... you there bro?? HELLOOOOO??"

"HUH, uhh, yea yea I'm here or whatever... what'd you say Wes?"

Wes got a bit of a smirk once he saw what I was staring at, "You uhhh, you looking at a certain someone there Fred? Hmmmmmmmm?"

"OH FUCK OFF DUDE! Just help me find this stupid classroom so I can get this shit over with! Stop being such a nosy sonovabitch!"

"Alright alright, I'll look around the school with you, seeing how you can get lost in a closet..."

"...this is a whole ass school with two stories and a shit load of classrooms, not some tiny wardrobe?"

"... nevermind."

Against the whole sea of classmates and whoever else in the hallway, me and Wes searched through as many classrooms as we could on the first floor before heading to the second floor. It took a little while tryna look through all these random doors, twist all the locked door knobs, and accidentally walk into a classroom (oh my god, that shit was so embarassing...)

At the end of the hall, we quietly opened the last door and peered inside to see a teacher sitting at the desk talking to some kid sitting in one of the open desks.

Now, me personally, I would've paid no mind to any of it if it wasn't for... the kid.

He was wearing this, gas mask? It looked like one of those gas masks you'd see those soldiers wearing in history books or some shit. I dunno if he thought his face was ugly or if he's one of those REALLY attention-seeking protesters that doesn't know what social anxiety is. Moral of the story, that shit was hard to miss. And then to put the cherry on top, the kid's hair was a buzzcut... but he had this like, rat tail ponytail thingy sticking out from the bottom back of his head.

Whatever, anyways, you could tell the teacher was kinda pissed at him.

"For the last time, take off that silly mask young man!"

"And for the last time, NEVER! Hahahaha!"

I don't know what I just walked in on, but all I know is that it's none of my motherfucking business. Where the hell is the detention ro-

"This is why you're stuck here in detention Mr. Wilson! You're such a pain to comply with and even more of a pain in that mask of yours! Is this really how you want to spend your first day of high school young man!?"

...never mind, this is my motherfucking business. Finally, I found the right fucking classroom! Jesus Christ that took way too long.

"Look, I don't know what troubled household you probably come from but-"

Before I knew it, the teacher spotted me and Wes peering through the door like those actors do in Disney Channel shows. She gave us a sneering look up and down with her fake-ass eyebrow raised.

"...can I help you two or are you going to keep eavesdropping like little children?"

Ouch...

I was still recovering from one, getting TOTALLY NOT owned by a teacher and two, getting called out.

Wes somehow could still talk after that, "Uhh.. yea, sorry about that. Is this the detention room?"

"No, this is daycare, yes this is the detention room."

I could hear the little gas mask kid snicker a bit. Yea, it was kinda funny but like damn bitch, what did I do??

Wes let out a sigh before turning to me, "Talk to you afterschool dude?"

"You bet, see ya man."

"See ya." Wes walked away as I stepped into the classroom and sat in the seat somewhat close and to the left of Gas Mask, who was near the right center-ish of the room.

"Alright you two, you know what you guys are in detention for, I hope, and you two probably know the rules of detention already. No talking, no getting up, no nonsense, and no causing havoc or breaking anything, especially you Mr. Wilson!"

I turned to see Mr. Wilson looking away towards the wall with guilt or something

"..."

"If any of you break these rules, I'll bring you up to Principal Osbourne himself and let him deal with you, maybe suspend you. Am I clear?"

I gave a quick thumbs up while Gas Mask kept silent.

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(TIME SKIP)

It's. been. for. EVER.

Ok, how much time has passed, I need to check the clock...

...no...No...NOOOOOOOO

YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME.

5 MINUTES.

IT'S ONLY BEEN 5 MINUTES??

5 MINUTES OF STARING OUT THE WINDOW NEXT TO A KID IN A HALLOWEEN COSTUME AND A BITCH OF A TEACHER??

You know, I've always been doubtful about Hell and stuff... but this, this is hell.

Great, just great...

I might as well just start thinking about a bunch of stuff. Mmmm, the only thing my mind could think of is Jaydie really.

I don't know if words are enough. I mean, shit, I get all lovey dovey looking at her. But how can I not?? Everything about her is fucking awesome.

How her pretty brown hair flows every step she takes, that little laugh I heard just earlier, man purple's a pretty color on her. Hell, I don't mind that she's probably over 6ft, it'll make it more impressive when I pick her up bridal style and everything...

But I wonder who that was she left class with. There's no way it's her boyfriend or something... hopefully not. I hope not...

But I can't be simping over someone for the FIRST day! That shit at least takes time and what not. But then again, that's the problem.

I just can't help it! This girl has me in some sort of trance or something. Maybe I'd better get back into reality before I start going crazy over this girl.

And just when I lifted my head, lo and behold, the teacher's phone alarm went off.

She answered the call, "Yes, hello... yes, you're talking with she...mhm...mmm...wait...you're kidding right?? No... NOOOO... I'll be there as soon as a can!"

She closed her flip phone, grabbed all her essentials while muttering all the curse words that ever existed, and booked it out the door.

After maybe 2 minutes, I could see her from outside the window run into her car and start the engine. It looked like no one was there at the parking lot either.

I turned away before the car started to run, and all I see is this gas mask kid staring at me dead in the eyes with his dead eyes.

I didn't realize it either...

It's just me and him in the entire school now...