"Fuck.."I opened my eyes and came face to face with the Jonathan Davis poster above my bed,"Hey Jon, time to get ready for hell..!" I hauled myself out of bed and I looked for an outfit to wear,"boom bada boom, I'll look hot in this."
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I did my makeup and decided that doing my hair wasn't a big deal, so I left for school.
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"Hey. Hunter, what you lookin' at?" I looked where his eyes were pointing and he was looking at Emily, Huh. I'm not jealous, pfffft. Why would I, y/n l/n, be jealous of a Scottish hippie girl that plays classical music? Because my bf is staring at her, that's why. Wait. Nevermind. She likes Kevin, that's good. OMG SHE LIKES KEVIN. HOLY SHIT KEVIN'S GONNA GET A GIRLFRIEND. NAHHH, AS HIS MOTHER, I DO NOT STAND FOR THIS. but they would be kinda cute together.
Oh wait I'm in class.
Some guy walked in, he looks like a James. Wtf why do I care? Shut up brain.
"Dean Swanson wants to see.... Hunter Sylvester?" Oh shit,I look at Hunter, ok, he's calm, I'm calm. RIGHT!? no, no I'm not, what's he done now.
I wave at Hunter as he leaves the room and he waves back, awwww <3
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"I'm really fucking angry they cut your hair. You had such shiny, luscious locks." "That was probably grease." "Nope, I play with your hair when you sleep. It was pure fucking silk." "Y/n, that's weird." "Shut up Kev."
Hunter turned on a razor and started shaving one side of his head,"HEY, SATANIC, GORGEOUS, SWEET, LOVABLE HUNTER. DON'T GO BALD!" I yell.. or... scream. "Why would I do that?" "I dunno."
"Oh, guess what," Hunter says, "Mhm?" Kevin.. I don't fucking know... hums? "They only got suspended for two weeks. Swanson wanted a month but their ass-rapist coach intervened." "What!?" "Yeah. But still, they're gone. They can't come back to campus or anything.." "Yeah, but, when they do come back, they're totally gonna ass-rape me for getting them suspended in the first place."
"That's kinda gay."
"Wait. Getting them suspended? It's their fault!" Pop off Kev, "They defaced your hair!" "I flicked him in the chops first." "Yeah, well, at Clay Moss' party they pushed into the speaker, infront of everybody. They started it." "And broke an instrument in the process!!" "Yeah, well, your average, suburban nazi shitbag isn't gonna see it that way."
He turned off the razor. Oh shit, is he done?
I got up and walked over. WOAH."How is it?" "Hot." "It's cool, yeah. Cool. It's cool, yeah." "Yeah, I kinda look like Jason Newstead, from Metallica, the bass player." "Oh, right. The one who got... fired?"
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Hunter and Kevin forced me to make posters for bass tryouts. Smh. Typical teenager behaviour.
I kinda just did the best drawing of Satan I could do in ten minutes, wrote "What would Satan do? He'd come to bass tryouts after school in G343." And photocopied them. Lol.
"I'm bored. Do you think anyone's gonna show?" "Don't worry, Y/n, someone will." "Stop, me and Hunter are your parents. You aren't ours." "Ok, jeez."
Hunter played a couple songs before I dozed off, out of boredom.
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"Hey, Y/n, wake up." "Oh, morning, Hunter, omg. We're dating." "Yeah, good job, you don't have amnesia. Someone wants to audition for bass." "Oh, k." I got up, guitar already around my neck.
"So, what do you know?" Hunter asked the guy, who'd obviously burnt his hair with bleach and straighteners."how about you guys start playing and I'll work my way in." He's definitely a poser."Cool." Hunter walks over to Kevin, asks him how much or far of something he is. I don't really know.
He walked back slightly,"Okay. Okay! Let's try.. For whom the bell tolls, you got it guys?" Kev nodded but I gave a verbal-ish response,"mhmmmm.." whenever we play this me and hunter play the same thing because we can't find any tutorials on how to play the rythm.
We start playing until the weird, burnt hair guy stops playing well and starts getting really close to Hunter, I am so teasing him about this later."Yeah. Okay. Cool. Alright, man. Let's- that was cool. Le- let's try playing the song. Let's try playing the song. Then we'll see how we vibe together as a band and we can work on all the stage-show elements, later," he says, kinda awkward shooing the guy away.
"Right. Cool." "Two, three, four." We start playing again but this time he just kicks random shit over, I look at Kev and we give eachother a "what the fuck is going on" look. He somehow accidentally pulls the cable out of his bass, Hunter tells him to go home and he leaves. Finally, fucking poser.
I direct my gaze at Hunter,"Hey, what the fuck dude? You cheating on me with that guy?" "Wha-" "He was getting really close to y- PAHAH" Ok, so, I failed being serious, I guess.
A/n Hey bitches. It's me. Satan. You got another chapter, finally. I wrote this in one sitting because I got a random surge of motivation. So, be grateful my writer's block decided I was too badass to block from writing anymore. Bye, I love you as much as it's possible for a stranger to love you, byeeee
If you're reading this, you need to listen to a Jason derulo song.
