Get me drunk and fuck me until I'm Sober

0.3

Quackity sighed at his teacher rambling about politics and history, he could honestly care less about all this shit.

But the extra credit for the assignment she is assigning later, god knows Quackity needs the extra credit.

Quackity suddenly felt a sharp crumpled object hit the back of his head and land next to him, right next to his seat, it was a paper, crumpled up into a small ball.

Quackity eyed it suspiciously before picking it up and opening the paper, trying his best to spread it out enough to get rid of the wrinkles.

What he saw written in scribble writing on the paper made him roll his eyes in annoyance.

'Bro schlatt is looking at you, fucking queer I tell ya' is what the paper said, Quackity turned around and locked eyes with dream, Quackity stuck his tongue out at him and watched dream smirk and lean back in his chair.

Quackity looked back at the small Paper and grabbed a pencil from his desk, starting to scribble down

'Fuck off dream, I doubt the biggest player in the school would go for a boy, especially not me', Quackity re crumpled back up the paper and threw it at the back of dreams head when the teacher wasn't looking then went back to try and focus on the teacher, ignoring the weird feeling in his stomach like someone was looking at him, sending constant shivers up Quackitys spine.

Quackity then felt Someone tap his shoulder, he turned his back to be met with the face of none other that schlatt, Quackity sighed.

"What do you want man? I'm trying to focus right now", Quackity whispered to him, trying his best to not be to loud, Quackity does not want to get on the teachers bad side again.

"Jesus Q, just wondering what the fuck dream threw at your head, was he shit talking me?", schlatt asked with a look of annoyance in his eyes right when he mentioned dreams name.

Quackitys mouth Quirked into a tight grin, finding Schlatts hare of dream amusing.

"Nah man, just asking about some project from another class we got together, don't worry about it.", schlatt seemed to become less annoyed and leaned back into his chair, signalling the conversations was over.

Quackity looked back at the clock hanging above the classroom door, 10:02, another 18 minutes until Quackity can get the fuck out of this boring ass class, Quackity sighed and layed his head into his arms.