"Dude!"

WHY DID YOU THROW A STAPLER AT ME

This one wont be as long guys, sorry

but hopefully you get something out of Jason's pain so

This is also kind of band au 

I swear i didnt mean to throw the stapler at his face. But honestly, it was his fault in the first place. 

Rule number one in band class- do NOT disturb someone when they're playing in the zone.

And hey, i was in the zone and he yanked me out of it. A bit harshly, if i may add. All i have to say for the now bleeding cut on his lip and cheek bone is reflex. Look, I played all the keys right for the first time on my new piece, he slammed his hands down on the end making a quite raucous difference to melody i was tapping out, and there was a stapler on top of the piano within swiping distance. The trajectory of his face and the sharp projectile sent it right into his face.

I have nothing to apologize for, though i did feel the slightest bit guilty when he yelped.

"WHY DID YOU THROW A STAPLER AT MY FACE?!"

"Dude! You messed up my rhythm!"

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN THROW STAPLERS AT PEOPLE, PERCY!"

"What the hell, is going on here?," said Piper, who usually did the keyboard beside me.  

Jason and I started speaking at the same time. 

"HE THREW THE STAPLER AT MY FACE"

"I DIDNT MEAN TO HE SCARED ME"

"YOU SWIPED IT RIGHT INTO MY FACE"

"YOU MESSED UP MY RHYTHM YOU KNOW THE RULES"

"THAT DOESNT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO THROW A GODDAMN STAPLER AT MY FACE"

"OH MY GOD I DIDNT THROW IT AT YOU"

Piper stood up and exhaled deeply through her nose. "The reason I come to band room in the morning is to escape the idiots that won't shut up during practice. It looks like im out of options. You two can't be near each other without causing a disaster."

"That's not true!" Jason protested, still holding his face and wiping the blood off with mY CLOTH THAT I CLEAN MY PIANO WITH.

"Give that to me!" I tried to pull it out of his hands but he only yanked it back and held it close to his chest like it was his baby. 

"I have a cut on my face!"

"Paper towels," i pointed. "Go!" Jason moaned and stomped off and furiously grabbed paper towels. 

Piper raised her hands in an 'i told you so' manner. 

"That-that proves nothing, beauty queen."

"Call me beauty queen again and i'll throw the cello at you. We all know about your experience with that."

"Yeah, and it was Jason's fault."

I heard an indignant yelp from across the room and the violent ripping of paper towels. "At least i didnt throw it at you! I dropped it and you happened to be right in the exact spot it would hit."

"I had an indent in the back of my head for a week, Jason."

"Not my fau-"

"Please, please, I'm begging you two. Do shut up and just play your instruments again. It sounds so much better when you're not arguing or laughing," With that she turned away and flipped the note pages on her stand.