Wrong Person, Right Person | TNT duo

Eight

  Did he spent the entire night thinking of the unexpected event yesterday? No, of course not. What do you take him for?

Quackity let out a long exhale, his shoes meeting with the concrete floor as he got off from the bus.

With a leisure pace, he made his way towards the entrance, passing by strangers he doesn't even bother to remember their names.

All because of that stupid Brit, he lost hours of his sleep. And he probably looked like a walking corpse at the moment.

Anyways, no sign of the assholes who dumped his ass, that's good,,,

His expressions kept unreadable as he walked. God, it's tough to get to his locker when there's KIDS blocking his way. Can they like, move the fuck out?

Quackity's frown only deepened, his patience running out. He only walked in between the two who were chatting away, ignoring the insults he was given.

What a great day to start the day.

He finally got to his locker, taking out the books he needed and slammed it shut. A scowl formed onto his tired face when he spotted the certain brunet he depises.

Look at that piece of shit laughing along with his silly little friends. Disgusting.

He mumbled curses while purposely bumping his shoulders with the taller.

But you see- well, he technically didn't really hit his shoulder. Stupid height difference.

It did successfully caught Wilbur's attention though, his smile that faltered once taking notice of the Hispanic. Okay, no apology? Damn, and just when he thought they were getting closer to each other.

And the following events that happened in one day is just plain ridiculous.

Bumping shoulders was one small thing, but here he goes, "accidentally" more like purposefully stomping down on his foot, calling him out for his mistake in history class when it was nothing big, throwing paper balls in his face while writing insults in those said papers etc etc.

Fuck, Quackity. Honestly.

Wilbur watched the boy sneered at him, making him pop a nerve.

Okay.

He asked for it.

And so it goes on, Wilbur tripping Quackity, Quackity pouring water on his homework, Wilbur throwing his pens out the window, Quackity pushing his head down on his desk, Wilbur 'killing' the 'mosquito' on his face etc

In the end of the day, no one 'won'.

The two stood side by side, glaring at one another, oh how they wished to sock the cockiness off each other's face.

"Dickhead"

"Loser"

With one last glare, Wilbur walked off, leaving Quackity there, standing.

His head silently cursing for the Brit to suddenly trip and fall face first on the ground. Hope it busts his nose too.

He doesn't get why people find him attractive, to the ravenette, he looks fucking stupid that it makes him want to hurl.

But yet,

But yet. He finds himself chuckling.

God, how childish are these two?

And as much as he hates to admit it, he's actually looking forward for tomorrow.

'Ding'

ScootyWliblyr: Hey loser, I have your wallet

Oh, that asshole.

A/N; Hi sorry for the long wait and uhm terrible chapter, my writing skills downgraded A LOT compared to last year so uhm :( but yeah, hope you guys enjoy it and hopefully I'll pick up my writing skills once again :)