this chapter will be predictable. I'm sorry!!
song: ugh! - the 1975
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"okay. considering last time i let students pick their groups, we had two break ups and one broken nose. i will pick your pairings."
a collective group of groans echoed throughout the classroom.
"oh, get over it. okay, I'm going to write the pairs on the white board. when you see your name, find the person who's group you're in and find a space in the room to sit with them." mr Armstrong wrote a bunch of names on the board,
Joshua Dun, Ryan Ross.
Brendon Urie, Dallon Weekes.
Lyndsey Gunnulfsen, Frank Iero.
Gerard Way, Patrick Stump.
Jack Barakat, Kellin Quinn.
Vic Fuentes, Alex Gaskarth.
. . .
Tyler Joseph, Marina Diamandis.
tyler eventually found himself in the sea of names and had no problem with his partner. he was just relieved it wasn't josh. besides, marina seemed really cool.
marina made her way over to tyler, her blonde curls bouncing on her shoulders with every step she took. her white dress contrasted quite nicely with her bright red lipstick.
"tyler?" her soft voice rang in his ears. he looked up, a smile on his face.
"hello marina."
"alright class, quiet please." all of the class complied to what mr Armstrong asked. well, all except joshua dun.
"josh." he warned sternly. josh nodded but then turned back to ryan, talking again.
"no, I'm not having this. joshua, come to the front now. you are not working with ryan." he stated, irritation evident. josh just rolled his eyes and walked to the front, dragging his feet along the way.
mr Armstrong looked around the room, trying to find someone to pair with josh.
"hmm... tyler! marina, you'll work with ryan and josh, tyler."
"what?!" tyler accidentally yelled. one hand flew to his mouth whilst the other held onto marinas hand.
"it's okay ty, it's just this one assignment." tyler found something comforting in her British accent. he laughed at his stupid thought and nodded.
"y-yeah. you're right."
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marinas advice went completely over tyler's head. josh was so fucking annoying.
tyler lost count at the amount of times he'd rolled his eyes in the past half hour.
"well would you ever consider bdsm?"
tyler rolled his eyes again.
"no, josh! I've answered that question four times now. shut the fuck up! can we please, please be productive for five minutes? five minutes where you cooperate and don't ask me sexual questions, can ya do that for me?" by then, tyler had lost his patience.
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