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"Ugh, I'm so effing wasted right now-" Musume slouched against a gym wall. You deadpanned, "Musu, we didn't even do anything yet.." You stood with your arms crossed, chewing your gum loudly.
It was currently the middle of gym, and you and Musume really could not give any fucks right now. For people like you, getting involved in sports and getting all sweaty wasn't a good image. Though, in actuality, you and Musume were actually okay-ish in running and certain sports. You just never bothered trying-
"Ugh- I KNOW, but it's already so tiring being here! How much do you wanna bet the gym teacher's probably molesting some girl in the washrooms?" She looked over to you with a resting face.
"Uhm... I don't know- What the fuck? Who the heck wonders if their teacher is a pedophile?" You turned to her with your face scrunched, "I mean there's a possibility- Wanna check?" Musume shrugged.
"Musu, I'm already here. I don't need to also have a crisis over whether our teacher is a pedo or not, okay?" (A/N: RQ PLS TELL ME AT LEAST SOMEBODY IS GETTING THESE REFERENCES 🙏)
"Well-.." She trailed off for a bit, her eyes wandering to the side for a bit before knitting her eyebrows together in confusion. "-You may wanna worry over the ugly ass freak looking at you though. Who the hell even is that guy?" Musume continued, pointing over your shoulder.
You snapped your head around to see whatever the hell she was pointing to and you huffed when you realized...
Tyler Hernandez was looking straight at you.
Well actually- More of a glare at you.
Except the moment you looked back, he immediately looked away, silently flipping you off.
"Dude, what the FUCK! Why'd you look?" Musume slightly shouted, "Well how the hell was I supposed to know where you were pointing at?" You turned your head to face Musume, tilting your head to the side sassily.
"You could've at least moved it SLIGHTLY and not rotate it like you're trying to make your head do a frickin' 180, dumb bitch!" She spat.
"Whatever! That's Tyler Hernandez, the guy I've been telling you about. He has something against for whatever reason- Dude probably thinks I have dirt on him, or something!" You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
