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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(a/n) I'd just like to thank @dimple-ashton for this amazing idea! I am so excited for it and there are so many things that I can do with it! So let's do this thing! :D

"Okay, class, take your seats," Mrs. Gibbs proclaimed at the front of the classroom.

Most students ignored her, including me. There was no point in listening to her, it wasn't like she knew anything anyway. I tossed a handful of crumpled paper at my friend, and he retaliated furiously. I ducked to avoid any spitballs that might be flying around the room, and I made more ammo.

"Students!" Mrs. Gibbs thundered. "The bell has rung, so therefore class has started! Now take your seats!"

Everyone scrambled to sit down in their designated area. The teacher could be really scary when she wanted to be. My friend Ashton was forced to sit in the back. We had been separated because "we talk too much during class". Mrs. Gibbs' words, not mine.

Something hard and wet hit the back of my head, and I grimaced in discomfort. I batted the spitball out of my hair and glared around, trying to find the perpetrator. An enemy of mine didn't even bother trying to hide it: he smirked and waved at me with the straw in his hand. I just rolled my eyes and faced the front again.

"Today's lesson is on the importance of the flute," Mrs. Gibbs began, and the entire class groaned. Ashton rose his hand. "Yes, Mr. Irwin?"

"Um, just a friendly reminder, this is Composing and Performing, not Music History," he said. "Learning the importance of the flute has nothing to do with this class."

"Oh, snap!" somebody cried, and a lot of students laughed. I grinned, and Ashton smiled back when he met my gaze.

"Is that so, Mr. Irwin?" Mrs. Gibbs said coolly. "If you're so knowledgeable about this class, why don't you teach it?"

My friend shrugged. "I'd be happy to."

I began to cheer, and the rest of class joined in. We chanted his name louder and louder, and he stood up and strutted to the front of the class. He straightened out his spine and looked down at us with an air of disdain.

"Today's lesson will be about Blink-182," he sniffed. "Can anyone tell me how awesome they are?"

"On a scale of one-to-ten, they're two hundred!" I shouted.

"That's enough!" Mrs. Gibbs snapped. "If you two are going to disrespect me in front of the class, I will not hesitate to send you both to the principal's office."

"Don't talk during my lesson," Ashton scolded her.

"Ooh," the students hummed. I bit my lip; he was really going to get it now.

Mrs. Gibbs' nostrils flared as she stalked up to him. "To the office," she growled. "Now!"

Her tone was dangerous, and Ashton didn't waste any time gathering up his things and rushing out of the classroom. Even though the music teacher was a little old lady who hardly knew what she was talking about, she had a mean side that no one wanted to mess with, not even the biggest bad boy. It was like she unleashed her inner devil when she glared at you.

"Does anyone else have a problem with the way I teach this class?" she demanded.

Someone sneezed behind me rather loudly, "Witch!"

The class giggled, and I grinned again.

"Hemmings!" Mrs. Gibbs suddenly called on me. "I don't recommend that you test me."

My eyes widened. "I didn't do anything! That wasn't me!"

She narrowed her eyes. "I don't appreciate liars either. Next time you disrupt my class, you'll be following in the footsteps of your friend. Is that clear?"