___ MCYT/Double Life High School AU

2. Scar

We're doing some nostalgic songs at the moment. Haha, sometimes nostalgia is just amazing. This is also before I start the chapter. Let's hope for a long one and not like 200 words like another story and I'm already like 'but it already should have been done, I just want it to keep going 'cause I won't satisfied with 200' and I'm just dying, haha. I need another popsicle.

Word Count: 1,406

He took Scar around the school, showing him where every class was, the quickest route there, which teachers were the best, which students to hang out with and which students to stay as far away as possible from.

"So, stay away from Tommy and Jack?" Scar asked.

"Yes. The last time I had to hang out with them it did not go very well, they tried to take Mumbo." the blonde replied, in a very matter-of-factly tone.

"Mumbo?" Scar tilted his head.

"Yeah. He's one of the best redstoners in the entire school. Oh, I told you about this a bit ago, but there's a student mayor every semester, and the election is coming up soon for this semester. I'm planning on running him for mayor." he put a finger to his lips. "Shh, don't tell him!"

Scar laughed. "So you're gonna run him for mayor, but not tell him you are?"

"Yes. It's gonna be a surprise. He won't know he is until it's too late." Grian had a mischievous look on his face.

"Isn't that against the rules?"

"Nope! I've looked the rules over and over again a million times, nothing in there about running someone else and not telling them!"

"I still think you shouldn't- I mean, does Mumbo even want to?" Scar questioned.

"Would I want to do what?" Scar whipped around to see a very abnormally tall man walking towards them. He had short, messy black hair and-

A glorious mustache.

It was sleek and black and curled at the ends and everything you wanted in a mustache.

"Oh! Hey, Mumbo! How are you?" Grian asked, slight panic in his tone but still keeping a bright smile.

"Well, I was doing fine- what do you mean by 'would I want to or not'?" Mumbo asked, tilting his head. Scar noted that he moved a lot when he spoke.

"It's nothing, just chatting about some of Sahara's redstone!" Grian replied, keeping his cool, the panic dissapearing from his tone. "You know that it breaks constantly!" he laughed.

"Oh, did you break it again, Grian?!" Mumbo nearly facepalmed. "That's probably like the fourth time this week!"

Grian giggled. "Sorry!"

"Just answer me this;" Scar tilted his head in, wanting to know. "Was it to do with a baked potat?"

Grian sighed. "Yes, yes, dear old Mumbo Jumbolio. It had to do with a potat."

"Po-tat?" Scar questioned, raising an eyebrow. He'd never heard of a potat before. Both Brits started laughing, further peaking Scar's curiousity. "Alright, what's a potat guys!"

"It's a fancy British word for 'potato', Scar," Grian replied, still laughing. "You wouldn't get it, its alright."

"Wait, I didn't notice you-" Mumbo muttered, causing the blonde to laugh even harder.

"Now that's offensive!" Scar glared at Mumbo playfully. "I was gonna say your mustache is glorious, but now I'm not!"

"It is very glorious, Mumbo, don't listen to him" Grian smirked at Scar. "He's just jealous."