Fix The Mask

Finals

It was the last week before Christmas. Everyone was hyped.

Except for Evan. His father was leaving after those festivities. He was still anxious about it, although Jonathan had supported him a lot. All of his friends had. But Jonathan and Evan had a special type of relationship so, you know.

Tuesday was the short day, packed with final tests. Some were out of their mind while the others tried to calm them down.

"Seriously, Biology has been easy-peasy! Why you freaking out now, when you've got nothing but A-s?" Jonathan pursed his lips and literally everyone stared at him with an angry undertone.

"Mr. Seamus O'Doherty makes impossible final tests, that's why," Marcel, who Jonathan had aimed the question to, sneer-smiled. Jonathan blinked and Evan smirked, "I think this one has it in the bag, anyway."

"Impossibruh," David crossed his arms. Jonathan sighed as he got confused again and Craig giggled next to him as they were currently leaning to the windowsill.

"I sense a bet!" Lui triumphantly raised his hand up and Tyler grinned, "YES! 20 bucks goes to Jonathan failing."

"Hey!" Jonathan called out.

"Nah, he got this," Craig smirked over to Tyler and the two shared an intense stare for a moment. It was pretty much the same kind of stare than the one they had stared at lunch the first day, Jonathan thought.

"Jon," Evan diverted his eyes to the asian. "What."

"I'm sorry, but....you're gonna fail this one. 15 bucks from me."

Jonathan wheezed, "Sure. I'm going to ignore you the rest of the day now."

"What are you, a girl? You pass, 10," Brian smiled.

In the end, Jonathan put a bet on himself as well. That he was, indeed, going to fail. Everyone jumped at him for still being an insecure piece of shit for that, but were still happy he got accustomed to their silly antics.

Biology class consisted of a brief overlook and then the test. Jonathan was atually surprised how there were so many questions that weren't textbook based. He didn't really know how to use his own logic...

But the class passed quick and soon enough the bell rang for lunch break.

"I only got halfway done!" Craig panicked and Tyler laughed, putting an arm around him as the group walked to the other side of the school to the cafeteria. "How do you think you did, Delirious?" Lui asked with a devious smirk.

"I...I'm gonna definitely fail."

"You don't have faith in yourself," Evan elbowed him and Jonathan grinned, "Says the guy who betted on me failing."

"Whaaaat?" Evan pulled a fake astonished look, like he was offended. "I did no such thing!"

"We should've recorded the bets, now that I think about it. Because let's be honest, I don't trust you shits to keep to your opinion after hearing the aftermath," Brian concluded and Brock opened his notebook and fished Brian's pen from Brian's jacket pocket, the latter blushing slightly.

"I'm going to write the things down. Everyone try to protect me from bumping into anyone unimportant and say your bet."

"I fail, 20 bucks," Jonathan said. "Oh, you just raised your bet! I heard you say 10 last time!" Anthony accused, pointing a finger at him. Jonathan shrugged, "Nobody said we can't raise bets."

The group stayed silent for a moment before Tyler wheezed, "You are definitely where you belong. With us fuckboys." Jonathan raised his mask and grinned at them while everyone fake swooned. That seemed to have turned into a joke every time Jonathan tried to get his point across by showing his whole or part of his face.

"Sidetracking a bit....Arlan, have you heard anything of Cody?" David asked.

"Yup. He can spend New Years Eve with us," Arlan smiled while basically everyone raised their hands in the air with a monotone victorious expression.  

I'm back. With a shitty filler chapter.

So this is gonna go like this.

Christmas maybe.

New Years Eve.

Done.

This story is so dry now I can't.

Anyway, yeah.

Rotten Cabbage out from here and back to his bed to cry a little for being a depressed piece of shit.