gamer boy hallway noise

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by gwagong

by gwagong

"oh god,,,"
i sigh, opening the large glass doors to this hellhole we call school.
looking around, i see lockers upon lockers and cliques conversating at every corner.

my anxiety levels increase at the sight of the school clowns. the comedians. the unexpected duo. the two men i hate the most.

clay, although most call him dream, is the quarterback of the football team. hes liked within every part of the school, he gets good grades because hes every teachers favorite, and all the girls and gays faun over his above average, supposedly "heavenly" good looks.

george on the other hand, is the token nerd of our grade. no one except for the computer science club, his weird little group of friends that im NOT gonna get into at the moment, and dream, like him. hes had straight As since kindergarten, and strangely (not really) he gets no bitches.

theyre laughing loudly and walking through the hall, how annoying.

my eyes avert, avoiding all chances of interaction with them.

yet, it seems that did not work.

at all.

whatsoever.

"heyyyyy aryyyyy," dreams loud voice rings through my ears as he follows me to my classroom.

"what the hell do you want?" i breathe out, hoping dream and george will just leave me alone.

"damn, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," the small british boy laughs to his friend, with his disgustingly annoying high pitched laugh.

"can i just get to my class? please?"

"whats your first class?? me and george can so take you there!!" dream puts his arm around georges shoulder.

"its english," i sigh, fed up with them enough to just let them do whatever they want.

"yo what the hell?? thats our first class too!!" george shouts, giving me a minor headache.

"then how come i havent seen you there this entire year?" i ask, questioning why and how thats even possible.

"we just transferred cus of some dick in chemistry class, he kept making fun of georges name and singing hamilton songs at him," dream answers.

i cant help but laugh, i mean, could you imagine some like 6'5 kid yelling 'my shot' at this 5'7 dark brown haired man child?

"hey!! we made her laugh!! first time in like,, forever!!" george celebrates, high fiving dream in the process.

we make it to the english room, atleast 5 minutes late.

"ah, there you three are! i just telling the class about a new group project! and since youve so politely already grouped yourselves, i dont have to worry about pairing you with anyone!! thank you," my annoyingly old teacher yells, embarrassing me to the ends of the earth.

"wait, i have to work, with them?"

"exactly that."

what?