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ʀᴜɴ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ, ʀᴜɴ

"𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴..."

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"y/n... here. again. 6th time this week. it's tuesday." philza groaned, leaning back on his big, black chair. his oak desk separating him and y/n.

"not me phil! technoblade just hates me." y/n raised her hands in a defeat, raising her eyebrows.

"so kid, what do you wanna do?"

"i can stay and help-"

"go to class."

y/n groaned for the fifteenth time that hour, already tired of going back and forth.

"see you next period y/n!"

"fuck you. how's the wife?"

"she great! she brought you this." he handed y/n her favorite snack, and she hugged it close to her chest.

"i'm in love!"

"not so fast, she's married."

"yeah yeah. see ya."

trudging back up the stairs, y/n slowly went back to her dreaded class.

swiftly opening and closing the door, she went to her seat with the eyes of three following her.

"where the bloody hell have you been?!"

tubbo whisper yelled as everyone else was playing games on their phones.

it's not like the teachers cared.

"phil's office."

"what'd you do this time?"

"mr. in-charge sent me down here for talking."

"that's... that's just sad!" tubbo tried to stifle his giggles while y/n gave him a death stare.

"shut up, you suck up! it's sad that you have to bribe a teacher to get your grade up!" y/n whisper-yelled at him which he only laughed at.

"y/n, stop talking."

when i tell you y/n's head whipped around so fast it made her head spin...

"how about you? be quiet for a second." she spat out at him. he looked up from his book, quirking an eyebrow as he heard her back talk to him.

"ms. y/n? what was that?"

"i said for you to shut up. now get to it."

"you want detention. after school. with me?"

"if you can catch me bitch boy."

and he was up. scrambling over his small desk as she was out the door. tommy jumped up too, following y/n.

"y/n! cut around and run through ms. w's room! it'll go to the next hallway, then take the stairs to 9th and 10th!" he yelled as he fell in step beside her. he whipped his head back and heard the shoes of technoblade coming to round the corner.

"tommy, you're my best friend, i love you, you're awesome-"

"i know i know, and you can get me the new coke after school."

"on it, big man!"

tommy cut to take a left as y/n ran a little more, finding the lounge room that connected to ms. w's room, the upstairs computer teacher.

she stumbled through random shit like cords and basketballs. very weird.

heads were already turned to the doors she exited the door, stopping and staring back.