I love having classes with Eds. Well, not Ms. Wheeler's class. I'm not able to annoy him there because of her stupid rule of "no talking".
Well, at least I have all of our other classes to annoy him in.
We, surprisingly, have most of our classes together, which is fun. I also have a few classes with my other friends, Stanley and Bill. They're pretty cool aside from Stan being a massive bird nerd and Bill having a nasty stutter.
As I'm walking with Eds to our next class, I feel someone pull my backpack backwards and throw me to the ground. Great, I thought. Another BiG bAd BuLlY.
I look up to see Patrick Hocksetter. Wow, he's ugly.
"Hey there, hot stuff. You trying to get off on me?" I say, winking up at him.
"Ew. Absolutely fucking not." He says, disgustedly, crouching over me. "Unless you want me to, fag."
I scoff. "Of course not. I'm not a fag, though, thank you very much."
Patrick, deciding that he wasn't going to fight with me, stepped straight onto my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.
"What the hell, man?" I laugh weakly.
I look over to where Eddie was, wide-eyed and jaw dropped. He signaled that he was going to go get a teacher, but I rolled my eyes and waved him off.
What are the teachers gonna do?
the end
I guess we'll never know what happens because I gave up
so much for lack of ideas
this also reminds me why I've stuck to writing byler fics (no hate to the people that write IT fics. those are just not for me)
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A Reddie Story
Randomumm, have fun reading this I guess?? (this is apart of the shit drafts, I just already had it here and i didn't feel like switching it over)
