ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🕷CHAPTER ONE

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.3rd pov.
. Age: 17.
.Location: Nancy Reagan high school.
.Time: morning.
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Nancy Reagan high school was a school filled with normal students and teachers, in other words it's like any other school, I mean it's very normal with no problems

*CLICKS*

Well, filled with almost all normal students.

*CLICKS*

One 17 year old boy stood out like a complete sore thumb, the boy had fluffy and complete black hair, pale skin, and had black eyes, he wore a white collared shirt, with a long sleeved jacket over his shirt, his face held a cold and expressionless look, as his dress shoes clicked against the ground.

Any kid who saw him would move aside for him like he's some sort of Royal, and the boy would just look at his peers like their some pitiful creatures.

I'm not sure who's twisted idea it was, to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools, run by people who's dreams were crushed years ago.... But I admire the sadism.

The boy spotted his brothers locker and went up to it an opened it and found a boy who was in the locker and had a apple in his mouth.

"I want names." The boy demanded

"I don't know who they were! Promise!! It happened so fast" The younger boy said

"Pugsly, emotions equals weakness, pull yourself together." The older boy said

The older boy started to untie the younger boy

"B-But."

"Now." The older boy demanded

"Are you gonna tell y/n about this?" pugsly asked

"Pugsly why do your care what n/n thinks?"

"Well, don't you care about what she think? At least sometimes. Right?" Pugsly asked

Before the older boy could say something his head went up and he had a vision of jocks laughing and tieing pugsly up and putting a apple in his mouth then putted him inside of a locker and then afterwards the vision ended and his head went back to normal

"You okay?" Pugsly asked with a worried look

Yeah, there's no way I'm going to confess to my brother that I have been recently plagued with visions. they come on without warning, And feel like electroshock therapy but without the satisfying afterburn.

"Leave this to me." The older boy said

"W-what are you going to do? Wednesday?" Pugsly stuttered

"... What I do best"
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.3rd pov.
. Age: 17.
.Location: The pool room of Nancy Reagan high school.
.Time: morning.
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