Hollywood Undead |One Shots|

J Dog vs Funny Man- The Bet (pt. 2)

Ok, first class at a new school for a new start.

You happily thought as you pulled out a new mechanical pencil and notebook, ready to start learning. You wrote the subject on the cover of your (f/c) notebook, (school subject). You heard a chair being pulled next to you. Turning to see who it was, you blushed as it was Jorel.

"Hey." He blankly said while settling in and making himself comfortable, you greeted him with a timid smile.

"Hi, Jorel." You looked behind him as you saw a couple of girls gossiping about you, how did you know? They looked straight at you and had envy in their eyes.

"Oh good, you remembered my name." He smirked a little and then glared at someone who was behind you, Dylan.

"Damn, I get to sit next to fine ass honey." You blushed at Dylan's flirting methods, he sat down and tried to put his arm behind you. Tried. Jorel slapped his hand away and pulled your chair closer to him. "The fuck do you think you're doin'?" His voice went rough and stood up like he was ready to pick a fight.

"What do you think you're doing? I'm trying to start a decent conversation with (y/n) and you come in with your shitty pickup lines." You looked side to side between the two, nervously you chuckled, catching their attention. Even with you nervously laughed, both of them found it adorable.

"Uh thanks, Dylan for your compliment. And thank you, Jorel for being protective." You said kindly, you looked at Dylan, "do you want to stand or sit?" Joking around with him, clearing his throat and sat down sluggish.

"Ok class, we'll continue working on our projects from yesterday and yes, it's the last day." You wondered what was the project, was it easy or a presentation of a how-to video? "(Y/n)," pushing you out of your thought as the teacher looked at from the front of the class, "you can work with the two boys beside you."

"But Jorel is working with us already!" A girl from the right spoke out loud enough for the teacher to hear.

"Yeah, So is Dylan!" Another from the left, soon enough almost all the girls in the class started to argue.

"Why does she get to work with them?"

"Because with her grades, I think it's better to put the lowest with the highest in the same group." You felt like you wanted to shrink and hide from all the attention you were getting. The boys, however, were enjoying the argument that the girls were having with the teacher, desiring to work with the "hotter boy".

A little sense of pride lurked in Dylan's veins, thinking he can get any girl under his finger, easily. Jorel smirked at the attention he was getting, but not enough to get himself cocky as Dylan. You, on the other hand, felt like the need to get out of the room to remove all the judging eyes.

You sighed softly, but still kept your head up and smiled. The three of you worked together, well, mostly you since you tried to teach the boys by giving them mini-lessons.

"Dylan, all you have to do is remember this, I think we might a test on Friday." You slightly pleaded, Dylan gave up halfway on his work. He's thinking most of the males in the room might have a thing for you or he is being whipped by you. Dylan rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, not a care on the world, you sat there upset.

"So, if I study this by Friday, what would you do for me?" Dylan taunted as Jorel scoffed and looked away. A chilling stare in Dylan's eyes, you gulped. What can you do for him? Maybe do his homework for a month, or give him money? Wait, why were you begging him to study? He doesn't care at all about his grade, he's just here for the girls and other things. Why, all of a sudden, do you care?