one shots. (discontinued)

no homo // j o m a r //

(Disclaimer: As you've noticed, some of my stories *Coughs violently* are really stupid. For some time, I thought I'd transition from stupid stories to more serious stories, but I really couldn't pass this opportunity whoops. So, as I've said before, please don't take me seriously lmao. In addition, this fanfic may not be 100 percent accurate so sorry about that. Also, one more thing. I haven't written one shots in quite a while so I apologize for the declining quality. (As if the quality of your stories weren't already declining Karla.) But anyways, now that I've gotten that out of the way, let's get to whatever the hell this one shot will be.)

                                  (joe's pov)
"Come on Joe, get your ass over here."

"Joe, what's the damn hurry you punk ass? You're always the one who nags us to catch up, so what the hell is up with you today?"

"Hey, earth to Joe. Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying right now?"

My friends' words echoed inside of my head as they all tugged on the sleeves of my jacket in the middle of a traffic of kids. They stood there like complete idiots refusing to give up for 30 seconds or so, but even they had a limit. I was trying their patience, and so were they. So, my friends rolled their eyes, left, and sprinted to Language Arts class. I followed them, but I was way behind them as their insults and laughter contaminated the hallways. I was one to talk though. On regular days, I'd be the one leading all of the stupid jokes and insults while also trying (and failing) to be a class clown.

"Oh god. Those clowns. Jesus Christ why did I say class clown? What happens in 2016 stays in 2016 you idiot."

Chills were sent down my spine. I shivered as the wind almost caused the half way open umbrella I was gripping tightly in my right hand to open all the way. If I thought about it, I could have just not been a lazy ass and closed the umbrella, but being the lazy ass I am, I decided to leave it half way open. Much to my surprise, no aids went all helicopter parent on me.

I hummed a bit as the bell rang. When I finally reached my destination, I knocked on the door. For an instant, I stood there tapping the door with my half way open umbrella until somebody got up and made their way to the door.

When the person slowly opened the door to be melodramatic, I realized that cold, unwavering stares were all in my direction. Mr. Meyers stood there with his hands on his hips. The projector was on, and mostly everybody had their whack Springboards out. My friends, the people who had just ditched me because I was being slow, were violently waving at me to come sit down. I tried my best to not make the situation hella awkward, but it already was because Mr. Meyers yelled baka (I don't even know what the hell that means) as I slammed my backpack and the half way open umbrella onto the floor without giving any fucks.

"Okay, we were just about to start today's lesson, but since Joe just came in, let's take attendance."

Everybody groaned as Mr. Meyers went through attendance again. Mr. Meyers was like a Mrs. Burns 2.0 with attendance today.

"Full full full full,"

"She's ditching, he's ditching, hmmm who else is ditching...."

"Okay that's it guys. You can shut your yappers and be ready for the lesson now."

The groans dramatically increased. The whole class was at it now. What sounded like a small choir now sounded like all those pelicans from freaking Nemo. I stared at the posters and closed windows as Mr. Meyers talked excessively until one of my friends sitting near me nudged my arm and whispered something.