Football Season (DSMP football au)

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TW: Mentions of drugs and intoxication
8:34 AM
Sapnap's POV

  I missed Karl. He wasn't in class, so I assume that he was home sick. I sat in my Math class, drawing on my desk. Mrs. I-can't-remember was droning on about something to do with algebra and homework.

  "...Nick." I glanced up, to find that the whole damn class was staring at me like I was some alien. I glanced at the board, reading the equation.
  "C is equal to 36." God I loved having good math skills.
  "Very good." As I went back to my drawing, I heard a few snickers. Fuck them.

8:36 AM
Karl's POV

  I ran up to my classroom door with my late slip in my hand. Taking Kelly to school had made me late.
  I knocked on the grey door. My teacher walked up, looking bored. She opened the door, holding out her palm. I sighed and put the slip into her hand.
  "Thank you, Mr. Jacobs. Find your seat."

8:37 AM
Sapnap's POV

  I heard the door open. I glanced up to see none other than Karl. My face lit up.
  Once the teacher left, he grinned at me, and came over to his desk. I ripped a paper out of my notebook. I scrawled 'why were you late' on the top of the paper, folded it, and handed it to Karl.
  He gave me a funny look but opened it anyway.

  He read the message and wrote something. He handed it back to me. I opened it.
  'Had to drop off my sister early for her track meet. What, did you miss me? ;)' My cheeks went red as I read the writing.
  '...maybe i did, maybe i didnt. i cant help you being so handsome' I snickered as I drew hearts around the message. I handed it back to the brunette.
  He went completely red as he read the message.
 
  "Mr. Armstrong, Mr. Jacobs?" Both our heads snapped to attention as the teacher said our names. The class started to snicker and whisper. My cheeks burned.
  "I-"
  "Sorry, Mrs. Zanderchuk. Sa-I mean Nick-just couldn't wait until break to tell me about his new cleats." She nodded once.
  "Don't let it happen again." I sighed, looking back down to my desk.
  "And, Nick, stop drawing on the desk."

11:10 AM
Karl's POV

  I sat down at the usual table with the group. Quackity had his head resting in his hand, his elbow resting on the table. His eyes were puffy and he was picking at his food.

  George and Dream were flirting. Well, more like Dream was flirting and George was a raspberry.

  And Sapnap was on his phone, with a family size bag of Doritos in his lap.

  I put my tray down rather loudly, making me freeze and flush in embarrassment. Everyone at the table looked at me, and then started to laugh. I sat down, starting to laugh as well.
  After a bit, the laughter died down and we started to have a conversation. Quackity didn't contribute to the project, which was unlike him.

  I tapped him.
  "Dude, you okay?" He flinched and looked up at me. He stared at me blankly for a second before speaking.
  "Fine." He glanced back down at his food.

  I guess the only way he was gonna crack was if he was intoxicated. He didn't have much of filter when he was drunk or high.
 
  And then I had an idea.
I quicky messaged Sapnap.

You
hey do u have any weed atm

Spampams😎
yea why
u need anything?

You
i dont need any but i think quackster might

Spampams😎
wdym

You
i have a theory
yk how hes been quiet, right?

Spampams😎
yea but what does that have to do w/ anything

You
and yk how when hes high or drunk how he doesnt have a filter?

Spampams😎
mhm

You
so, we get him intoxxed and then we ask and he spills his guts
the perfect plan

Spampams😎
shitt yea thats a great idea ill bring some 2nite when we go sk8ting

You
kk great :)

It was truly a mastermind plan. All I had to do was wait. I slipped my phone into my pocket and began to eat my food.

Let's see what Quackity has to say.

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