It Was You (PewDieCry) // discontinued

American Cry

[[Get it, like American Pie, but Cry?
I thought it was funny... (;^;)]]

Cry

"Bullies already, Cry?" the girl next to me asked gently. I nodded, combing my hair with my hands.

"Yeah, but it's okay, it's not like they did anything bad," I smiled, earning an approving nod from the brunette.

"Thanks for showing me around again, Marzia," I thanked as we neared the final period of that school day.

"No problem, Cry! Thanks for letting me show you around," she joked, and I laughed lightly. She was a nice girl- whoever had her was lucky. As we entered, the class cat-called, earning a small blush on my end.

Sitting down, my attention was soon drawn to Marzia, whom was talking happily to a dark-haired boy in front of her.

"Ken, have you met Cry yet?" she asked eagerly, motioning towards me. I gave a slight wave toward the hat-wearing teen, who smiled back.

"How's it going, Cry! You new here?" I nodded, a wide grin breaking out onto his face.

"Few rules in this school that you should know about. One, don't mess with Marzia's boyfriend, you won't like it," Marzia slapped him playfully, blushing.

"What lunch do you have?" he asked.

"B lunch-"

"Good! Stick with me and my buddy, Ohm, and you'll be good! Lastly, there are some people you want to avoid, because they like to show off whatever they have. Some rich ones are nice, but not always, you get it?" I nodded slowly, attempting to process everything.

"Hey, Cry, you should hang out with us after school with Felix and Toby and Ken, here! You'll have friends before you know it!" Marzia exclaimed, earning a few stares. Sheepishly, I sort of agreed, my blue eyes glancing to the clock to see we had three minutes left.

Students floated towards the door, eyes constantly flickering to the red line that counted down the seconds on the clock. Shoving books into my black bag, I was soon dragged away from the safety of my desk, backpack half open.

"W-wait, my b-books!" I stuttered out, glancing to see Ken's grip on my t-shirt falter. "They'll be fine, now come on!"
People shoved me unkindly, my pack falling onto the ground multiple times. Footprints were styled along the seams, and a sigh escaped my pink lips. "There goes my clean pack," I murmured, finally zipping the two-pocketed thing and running alongside my two dark-haired friends.

"Ian, Anthony, Toby!" I glanced up to see three somewhat familiar faces smiling, then slightly faltering at the sight of me.

"Hey, who's the guy with the mask?" Toby questioned Ken, holding me up by my arm.

"Calm down, Toby, that's Cry- he's new."

"Didn't Felix text someone about some frea-" Toby's statement was cut short as Anthony jabbed his ribcage. "Do you like Lajes High so far?" The other one, Ian, asked me kindly. "Well, it's eventful, to say the least," I responded, earning five agreeing responses.

"KJELLBERG, GET YOUR HAIRY ASS OVER HERE!!" Ken shouted in my ear, making me cringe (I'm definitely going to be deaf by the end of the day).

Glancing to who the scruffed man was referring to, I only saw the one person I didn't want to see: my bully. Gulping, I silently prayed Kjellberg was that nerd with glasses near the doors. Yet, as the blonde came closer with a slight scowl on his face, it became obvious that luck had not been with me.

I hid behind Marzia, which may have not been a good idea. "Who the fuck is leeching off of my girlfriend?!" His voice boomed, a hand dragging me from behind her.