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Splat
I stand for a second, letting the wet cloth fall off my cheek and onto the floor, and slowly bring my sleeve up to wipe away the water. I turn around, glaring at Pete, who was sat on a table laughing his ass off.
Pete decided to pass around his not-so-flattering drawings of Mr Smith during maths, and seeing as I was the one caught looking at them, I got lunch duty too. I mean, Pete's my best friend but what an asshole.
We aren't the only ones on lunch duty today, there was Vic from my P.E and Alex from my maths, and then a guy called Brendon who I was partners with in a biology project back in year 7, and then Brendon's friend.
"Ha-ha." I snap, rolling my eyes.
"Damn, what's up with you?" Pete says, raising his eyebrow and pulling out his phone. I glared at him for a second, then bent down, grabbed the cloth and threw it at his head.
"What the fuck?!" He screamed, and I bent over laughing at his surprise and over-reaction. His scream however, brought the attention of everyone else in the room, who stared at us unamused.
Brendon's friend, the nameless one, caught my eye for a second, before his cheeks went rosy red and he broke contact and turned around, mumbling something to Brendon.
"Wentz! Dun! Stop messing around or you'll be doing the toilets after school too!"
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pepewentz u 2 up 4 Mario kart & chill
fronkireo ya boi ',;)
spookyjim minus the chill? then ye
pepewentz nice. ill order pizza, whos house am i sending it to?
fronkireo i vote josh
pepewentz same tho
spookyjim wtf now I have to tidy my room
pepewentz aw diddums )':
spookyjim fuck yooouuuuuu
fronkireo nah im alright
spookyjim smh. anyways, bring hw so my mum has a valid excuse to let u round
pepewentz im already at ur door?
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Which one of you fuckers is Baby Peach?" Frank asks, raising an eyebrow but keeping his eyes on the screen. "Josh." Pete replies, his eyebrows furrowing as he concentrates on crossing the finishing line. He throws his controller in the air, yelling out in celebration as "first!" pops up on his split screen.
We were lying on my bed, empty pizza boxes and game discs around us, the homework we were supposed to be doing half-finished and forgotten on the floor.
"Guess who I got paired with in History today." Frank says, pausing the game mid-sentance. "Who?" Me and Pete mumble at the same time, not showing any interest, which doesn't seem to bother Frank.
"Gerard fucking Way." He sighs, chucking his controller to one side, rolling over onto his back and putting his hands over his eyes, groaning. "Oh no, poor Frank, being paired with the person hes totally and utterly in love with how will he survive?!" Pete says in mock sympathy, and in reply Frank throws a pillow at him. "I am not in love with Gerard Way!" He whines, sitting upright. "Because I'm not gay."
"Yeah buddy, that kiss last year was totally platonic, completely straight." I say sarcastically, which causes Pete to give a loud snort and fall off the bed with laughter.
"IM NOT GAY!"
