Up in Arms - A Dave Grohl Fanfic

Chapter 5

Kat's POV

I awoke to find myself in Dave's arms , his legs tangled with mine and my mom stood over the bed with a disappointed look on her face.
"Come on , you two, you've got 15 minutes until the bus arrives."
" Shittt," I muttered, shaking Dave awake.
" Whaaaat," he moaned, before rolling over and landing on the floor with a loud thump.
"Come on, we've got like 15 minutes until we need to go," trying to contain my laughter as I carefully stepped over him towards my wardrobe.I threw Dave his backpack as he dragged himself off the floor, pulling out a Led Zeppelin shirt , some black ripped jeans and my red flannel from my wardrobe.
"Hot," I heard Dave whisper as I whipped off my shirt. I smirked and flipped him off before continuing to get dressed. I threw on a quick coat of mascara before lacing up my old navy converse, as Dave put on his signature leather jacket. I looked him up and down and smiled.
"Why are you dressed like Joey Ramone?"
He sported blue ripped jeans, with black converse and a Ramones shirt, and of course his black leather jacket.
"All I need is the glasses and to gain a few inches."
I snickered at the unintentional innuendo. Dave stared at me for a minute before realising what he said.
"In height, I mean, stop being so dirty minded," he laughed, ruffling my hair.
"Come on, we need to go"

We were only just in time for the bus, making our way towards where Dave and Krist usually sat. Krist, however, was today sat besides Claire.
"Planning on ditching me on the bus again, were we, Grohl?" Krist spoke in a stern voice, trying to look all serious.
"You've got Claire to sit with today, anyway," Dave replied as we sat down on the seats infront of them.
"That's not the point."
"Whatever," Dave laughed," anyway, no offence Claire, but how come you're on the bus today?"
"Oh, I spend the night at Krist's house"
"Yeah, we had lots of fun didn't we?" Krist added, smirking. She hit him on the arm playfully, as Krist winked at Dave and I.
" WE HAD JOY, WE HAD FUN, WE HAD SEASONS IN THE SUN," Dave randomly started singing. We all soon joined in, earning some strange looks from the people around us. I'm not too sure they appreciated us singing Seasons in the Sun at 8am in the morning, but we didn't care. We pretty much sang that song until we got to school, and I'm sure the people on the bus were glad to see us go.

Our first lesson was biology, with Mr Lydon. As we were in a lab for biology, I ended up sat with Dave, Kurt and Krist, but Dave and I were lab partners.
"Now class, we will be joined by a very special guest today. Meet Miss Hammond, who has come to give to a lesson on Sex Education," he spoke as a young, sort of hippie-looking woman entered the classroom. Mr Lydon seemed like one of those 'don't really give a fuck' teachers, he just said what he had to and relaxed. At this point he was just sat in his desk chair, smoking a cigar and reading a Rolling Stone magazine from his drawer. I don't even know if he's allowed to smoke during class, but either way, I already liked him.

"Hey kids, I'm Miss Hammond, but you can call me Rebecca!"
She continued to talk as I leaned over to Dave.
"God, I hate these types of teachers, always think they're 'down with the kids' but they just look like twats."
Dave snickered, "I know, right? As if they've found a new way to connect with kids on their level, thinking that by the end of the lesson all of the kids will love her."
I smiled, and seemingly right on cue, 'Rebecca' stared down at me.
"You, at the back there," she began, looking at me, " Seeing as you think you can just not listen to me and talk during my lesson because you know so much, would you like to explain to the class what sex is?"
"The dick goes in the hole," I replied, smiling at her, and earning a laugh from the rest of the class.
"That's it, out of the classroom! Mr Lydon, you deal with her, I've got a lesson to teach!"
I saw him roll his eyes and place his magazine back on the table before following me out of the classroom.

"Listen, I can't be arsed to shout at you, I honestly don't really care, what you said in there was funny as fuck and she seems like a right bitch.I'll just talk to you out here for a bit so it seems like I'm shouting at you."
I laughed," Thanks, I guess."
"What's your name?"
"Kat Allen"
"Kat, I'll remember you, you remind me of me when I was younger."
"So, what were you reading in there?" I asked, genuinely interested.
" Just some article about Sonic Youth in Rolling Stone magazine."
"Seriously? I fucking love Sonic Youth! Sorry, rude word,"
"Ah, it's fine, cigar?" he asked, holding out a cigar from his pocket.
"Sure," I replied, putting it in the pocket of my jeans.
"Listen, we should probably be getting back inside now. You seem like a good kid, if you ever want some pot, another cigar, or whatever, I'll give you a good price, obviously if you don't tell."
"Cheers, sir!" He was the best fucking teacher ever.
"No bother, kid, get back in there," he replied as I made my way back into the classroom.