The Graduating Class of '09 (Class of '09 x Male Reader Insert)

Class of '09: The Chipotle Express

~ December 20th, 2009 / NON-CANON ~

(Part 1: Express Delivery)

In Northern Virginia, nestled within Fairfax County, lies the community of Burke—a town named after Silas Burke, a dedicated citizen who served as a judge, sheriff, farmer, and businessman during the early 19th century, around 1824.

Over time, Burke evolved alongside the growth of civilization, gaining historical significance. During the Civil War (1861–1865), it emerged as a key strategic chokepoint for both the Union Army and the Confederacy. The area played a vital role in military operations, including critical communications and tactical raids.

As Washington DC. expanded in the 1920s, Burke became more of a transactional hub for agriculture. By 1941 - 1945, Burke had assisted the United States' long-term battle against Japan and Germany through military service and war industries overseas, by train, by road, and by plane.

By Post-War Era leading to 1950 to the 1960s, Suburbanization took ahold of the post-war economic explosion, profit began to skyrocket along with the preservation of natural resources.

By the late-twentieth century, in 1988, a planned residential community strived its amenities like shopping centers and neighboring schools to further the education of the future generation.

By the dawn of the twenty-first century, tragedy struck on a fateful day—September 11, 2001. The United States was shaken to its core as hijacked commercial airplanes were weaponized, crashing into the Twin Towers in New York City and near the Pentagon. Thousands of civilians lost their lives in these devastating attacks. In response, President Bush vowed justice, igniting a global pursuit for those responsible. Amid the chaos, the community of Burke joined the nation in recovery and support efforts, providing aid to the wounded and comfort to the mentally shaken within Fairfax County.

Eight years passed since that harrowing day. The world slowly healed, finding moments of peace. Guns were laid down, families spent more time together, and life began to regain its rhythm. Yet, amidst this calm, there was one factor that no one had accounted for—American teenagers.

"(Y/N), YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME KILLED! STOP DOING DONUTS IN THE SCHOOL PARKING LOT!" Jecka screamed, clinging to her knees with the intensity of someone praying for survival.

"NAH, THIS IS SPARTA! RAAHHH!" (Y/N) clutched the wheel as he managed to somehow land a perfect parking spot despite all that ice and snow.

That's right. Peace was fragile. And teenagers? Well, they were a force of chaos all their own.

"I-I think I'm going to be sick... Oh god..." Jecka groaned, fumbling with her seatbelt. She barely managed to unbuckle herself and throw the car door open before doubling over and spilling her guts onto the pavement.

(Y/N) leaned back in his seat, unfazed, and gave the car a fond pat on the dashboard. "Sorry 'bout that. Just needed to take my baby for a spin," he said with a smirk, as if the car itself had feelings and would appreciate his defense.

Jecka straightened up just enough to glare at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I swear to God, I'm going to...!" She didn't finish her sentence, clutching her stomach as she keeled over again. "You better pray this doesn't get in my hair!"

(Y/N) chuckled, leaning out the window to get a better view of her misery. "Not my problem. Just hold your hair up, princess. Hehehe..."

Fueled by sheer rage, Jecka stumbled back into the car. She grabbed his face, her expression darkening. Before (Y/N) could react, she planted her lips firmly on his in what could only be described as the ultimate act of retaliation.