Classroom Sixx (Black Veil Brides Short Fanfiction)

➀ Come And Chuck A Cupcake At Me!

CHAPTER ONE:
“Come And Chuck A Cupcake At Me!”

"So lemme get this straight..." Amor Iglesias said, her brain playing ring-a-ring-a-rosie with her. "Our principal – Principal Grande...got run over by a schoolbus...and died," she repeated slowly, desperately trying to comprehend.

"...and now he's been temporarily replaced by a guy with long-ass hair?" Giselle Blades finished for her friend, equally bewildered.

Bridgette Revâda nodded with a brief affirmative raise of her eyebrows as she sketched busily, chewing on her wildcherry gum whilst her hand moved smoothly across the page.

"And now there's a bunch of new student teachers who are gonna show up at our school and babysit us for one day?" Giselle questioned.

"Yep. That's pretty much it," Bridgette replied.

Bridgette was their very own human news channel reporter of sorts, and she could very well qualify for an undercover spy. She knew everything and anything about anything, everything and everybody.

"Would anybody happen to have a bottle of champagne we can pop open in celebration?" Amor asked joyfully, sitting upright in her seat with bright greyish-brown eyes scanning around the classroom.

"Okay...first of all," Giselle said, lazily sitting up too. "That could be arranged, knowing our class. And second of all...we should at least try to fake some tears before that bottle of champagne, no?"

"Crocodile tears," Amor giggled.

"Yeah, shouldn't we 'crocodile-tear?' Even though the vast majority of us did hate him with a burning passion..."

"I dunno. I suppose we may as well be a bit considerate, I mean, he was principal after all," Bridgette pointed out, being her helplessly sensible self as always.

"Keyword; was," Giselle agreed. "And uh, when exactly are these student teachers supposed to arrive?"

"They're already here. Or at least, that's what they told us at the assembly, which you two ditched. Again," Bridgette said, shaking her head in playful disapproval.

Amor and Giselle exchanged sheepish grins. Assemblies and tedious school gatherings were something they both were not fond of at all, and so they occasionally skipped it.

"But I dunno what they look like. I only caught glimpse of the substitute principal with the frickn' long hair," Bridgette continued, a thoughtful look in her milky brown eyes. "His hair was so well conditioned...he must've used coconut oil. Or olive oil..."

"WikiHow all the way for rejuvenating dyed hair," Giselle laughed and held up her smooth neon purple ends between her fingertips.

Amor did a little adorable headbang and her shiny vivid green locks which spilled messily all the way down down to her waist followed her abrupt movement.

Bridgette laughed, a beautiful sound – Amor and Giselle always thought. "Anyways...I gotta get going. There's a frickn' Peer Mediator meeting on..." Bridgette trailed off, squinting down at her wristwatch as she packed her bag and slung it over her shoulders. "...four minutes ago. See you guys soon!"

Amor and Giselle waved sadly after her.

"Guess it's just you and I now," Amor sighed.

"Yep. Me, you...and this damned class that does not know the concept of shutting one's mouth for the benefit of others," Giselle said, turning around with an immensely annoyed and pained expression painted on her face due to the level of noise.