Ghost On The Dance Floor

Chapter 1

*TOMS POV*

ive been bored to death ever since i got kicked out of my old school. I got assigned a new school but i really don't want to step inside of this fucking building, but, oh well, maybe it'll change..

i walked in, ignoring everything, until i saw this dude with his hair all over the place, wearing a cool descendents shirt. maybe this won't end out too bad. He also has some cool, messed up vans. I guess kinda like mine..

I didn't find it suprising that his locker is close to mine. Its like something wants us to communicate. Maybe ill hit in a small talk with him.

"Hey." i said nervously.

"Sup, cool hurley shirt dude. Whats your name man?" he seemed confident that everything was fine.

"Thomas, but I'd perfer tom."

"Rad, mines Mark. See you around."

Marks a cool name. Maybe we'll be good friends. For now, ill just get to class.

I hear different people whispering as im outside the classroom. I can tell im gonna hate math so much, i think other people do too.

I sit down at a desk after i walked in. The cool guy Mark is also in my class.

The teacher comes in late, looking bossy and strict as hell.

"Class, we're gonna be learning-"

The teacher just doesn't shut up i swear.

"Suck my dick." i hear mark quietly whisper. his friends around him start to laugh. i laugh a bit too.

"Mark, care to explain whats so funny?" the teacher says. I swear, They never understand what people like.

"Sorry, sir. You're just a lazy fucking dick head who probably gets no pussy."

I have to say, mark is kinda funny, but.. I guess hes also kinda cute..

SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER BTW😭