"Barilla? Is this the end?" the pasta looks at you and you feel a strike of anguish in your veins coursing through like a river. "I dont know. How did we even get here?"
The school bell rung as you sprint through the gates to school.
"Jesus's dump truck."
It was all you could curse over your breath as you run all the way to first period. IT WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF CAMPUS. mother of meatballs.
You run past the office, seeing a lady glare at you through her window, however you don't care. You throw your blonde hair into a messy bun and your blue orbs scan the lot as you run. Your short 4'5" figure sees the door to your English class. God I should really be more responsible as a senior in highschool. You thought to yourself, walking into the classroom.
You have your Starbucks Grande iced caramel mocha extra heavy creamy almond milk soy butter 2% authentic coffee with a hint of goat blood. You awkwardly sit down as the teacher eyes you in the middle of his conversation.
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"Y/N! You're late again!" the teacher says.
"S-sory M-mr. Salvatore." you stutter, sitting next to your bestfriend Ed.
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"Oi Y/N why are you late again?" he whispered as you sat down, the teacher going on with his lesson.
"S-sorry Ed. I had another nightmare last night."
"QUIET YOU FUCKING SLUTBAG UGH!!!"
The two of you turn around to see sharkboy. Ugh. He's such a bully. He's teasing you and Ed AGAIN.
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"BE QUIET NOBODY CARES!" he booms.
"Sharkboy, quiet." the teacher shushes him and goes along writing something you don't understand on the board because you're an idiot.
Sharkboy glares at you and goes back to looking at the front of the room.
You look down twiddling your fingers. Ed whispers again. "It's okay Y/N. Ignore him he's a big fat bully. I wanna eat your nipples."
"Not today Ed." you sigh, relaxing into your chair.
"Wait so was it the same dream?" he whispers, leaning in.
"Yep."
"With Dom Toretto??"
"Yeah. H-He keeps haunting me Ed!" You suddenly break down crying.
"Don't cry Mr. Salvatore is gonna hear you." he tries to calm you down.
"I just want h-him to leave me a-alone ed. I want sleep."
Just then, Mr Salvatore turns to you.
"Y/N! Ed! Please I'm trying to teach. Can either one of you explain to me what the powerhouse of the cell is?"
"No sir." Ed looks down.
"I-I-I-I-I'm a-a-afraid not sir."
"I CAN!" Sharkboy calls.
"Ah yes tell me sharkboy."
Sharkboy glares at the two of you before speaking. "The powerhouse of the cell is the mitochondria. Also my dummy thicc shark ass."
"Very good Sharkboy. Hail Satan!"
"hail Satan!" the whole class repeats together as well as you.
Just then, there was a noise.
A small creak ruptured from the left of you. The sound of an opening door only it was as if you could feel the presence behind it stronger than any other that could've walked through that entrance. You look over to Ed, who has his eyes focused on whatever walked through it, his face changing from horny to even hornier. You are confused, looking to the teacher who turned his head to the door.
