9 - banana.

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dustin's pov:

as you walked into the music room, you were met with a sight you'd never imagine. 

molly, who was wearing a very, very familiar hellfire t-shirt, was sat between eddie's legs, her back resting against his bare chest as he slowly aided her drink some water from it's bottle. you furrowed your eyebrows, closing the door behind you. "what the fuck?"

eddie quickly turned around looking at you, fearful for a second before realising it was in fact only you. "fucking hell, henderson. i thought you were one of the others. take a seat if you want." your jaw, dropped in shock. "what?" eddie had asked absent-mindedly, as he pulled molly's arm around his shoulders.

"i- uh- you and- um, her? and uh, you and her!" you said, in shock.

"what? oh, she just felt a bit sick and dizzy. that's all." he said, coolly.

you thought back to lunch, which was in fact only a couple hours ago. "but, what about lunch? and what about her being... well, her! max's sister?" you responded.

"right, henderson. my name's mollyyyyy. got it? molly." the girls' words slurred as eddie propped her up on a spare chair. you saw his hand move to her waist almost hesitantly as his other lifted her chin up in the same manner. was he nervous? surely not. but maybe..

"henderson! can you go get that banana or what? she's gonna need to eat. it'll help settle her- uh mind..." he ordered you in a strong tone before smiling at the girl and leaning down to whisper in her ear.

you couldn't make out what he said at all while turning to grab a piece of fruit from the fruit ball next to the teachers desk. then, you hurriedly rushed to the duo. noticing, finally, how red her eyes were, you finally got the picture - well, almost.

how did these two even know each other? did they know each other at all? even if they did, why were they hanging out? jesus fucking christ.


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