Forever...?

Chapter 2

(Suit and Tie By Justin Timberlake and Jay Z)

"Hello everyone! It's nice to officially meet you, I'm Mr. Woods, your English teacher. The one elective you all picked was English and I'm very excited to be spending it with you. I know a lot of people hate this but I want you to stand up one by one and introduce yourself."

He started going down the rows of people and was slowly but surely making his way over to me.

Surprisingly everyone didn't seem that nervous or bothered by the icebreaker.

"I'm Nicholas, but everyone normally calls me Nick. I'm 20 and I'm majoring in computer programming and coding."

My head shot up as soon as I heard a familiar voice. My fucking god it's the guy that thinks i have a foot fedish. I sink lower in my seat and turn away from him.

That all changed when the teacher finally got to me.

"I'm Harley, most people call me Ace. I'm 19 and I'm majoring in Music."

"Ahhh we've got ourselves the only musician in the class. I was wondering when we were going to get to you. Do you play any instruments or do you sing?"

"I play electric guitar and I can play the drums."

"Thank you Harley."

He went on to the last few people and I could feel a hole burning in the back of my head.

"So. As it's the first day I want to put you into pairs and have you write a First Impression Paper on each other. It will be due at the end of the week. So I've already had pairs written down since this morning so when I call your name please get with your partner."

Ace 💪🏼🥵🎸
DLO
DLO
DLO
HELP I HAVE TO WRITE A PAPER ON A STRANGER

Dlo 🤤😝🥁
HAHAHAHA STUPID BITCH
SUCKS TO SUCK
Now play me back in 8ball.

"Harley and Nicholas."

"You've got to be kidding me." I mumbled under my breath before I stood up and walked over to him.

I sat down and finally got a good look of him in the light.

"Sapnap."

"Ace."

"Guess we are both liars."

"Guess we are."

"I'm Harley." I said, smiling at our awkwardness.

"I'm Nick."

"You look like a Nick too."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

"Anyways-"

"No, I want to talk about it."

"Boohoo I don't." I spoke, sticking my tongue out at him.

"How am i supposed to write a nice paper about you?"

"What's that supposed to mean!!"

"I don't want to talk about it." He mimicked.

"Shut up."

"Make me bitch."
"I'm not a bitch, bitches say woof woof, I say fuck you." I spoke with a smile on my face.

His smile dropped before he leaned his head back and let out a loud laugh.

"You're funny."

"Thank you, I know I am!"