Pop Punk High

Mr. Wentz?

One issue with the plaque, it looks rushed. It's literally a piece of paper taped over a different name.

"Hey! What are you looking at?!" A voice hurriedly whispered. It's him. Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the III.

"Uh, nothing...?" I started.
"Do you have bass next?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Well then come on in." He said as he moved aside and opened the door a bit more.
I cautiously walked in, unsure of what to expect from Mr. Wentz' weird behavior.

The classroom is already mostly full as I walk in, I quickly find an empty seat, hoping not to draw to much attention to myself.

Ding Ding Ding

"Okay class! My name is Mr. Wentz!" At the same time he pointed to his name written on the board.
"We'll start simple today, with the anatomy of a bass guitar!"

He walked over to the teacher desk and projected a picture on the board, it was a picture of his black and red bass with the different parts pointed out.

"Here," He used a ruler to point because he was a little too short to reach it. "We have the neck. Very important part, hmm?"
The class nodded agreement.
"And here, we have the headstock."
He continued to go over the parts of the bass till he covered everything.

"Okay! Pop quiz!" Mr. Wentz exclaimed. The class, of course, groaned in response. He pulled out his actual black and red bass and held it up.
"I hope you all took notes!"
A few "what?!"'s and more groans are murmured throughout the classroom.

"You!" Mr. Wentz points to some kid before gently slapping the body of the bass. "What part of the bass is this?"

The kid had a flustered look before answering "T-The body, sir."
"Correct!" Mr. Wentz grinned before scouring the classroom. Uh oh, his eyes settled on me, normally this would be great, but not now.

"You!" He points directly at me.
"What's this?" He points at the another part of the bass.
"Um, it's the pick-guard, Mr. Wentz.

"Correct!" He grins before calling someone else, everything is fine until someone messes up.

"I-Is it t-the, uh, the pick-guard...?" Some kid stammers.

"No!" He slowly walks towards the kid. "This is the Decayadance logo. Learn it, live it, kid." He stares before walking back to the front of the classroom.

"Great job everyone." Was that a slight glare at that one kid I saw? Bad Pete.

Knock, knock, knock

Most of the classes heads turned to the door, as did Mr. Wentz'.

Knock, knock, knock

Whoever was at the door tried the knob but someone must have locked it. A kid nearby stood up to open it.

"Sit down!" Mr. Wentz hissed.
The kid slowly sat back down.

"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the III. Let us in right now, or you're fired!" A muffled voice came from the other side if the door.

"Finee" Mr. Wentz sighed and muttered some strong language before setting the beloved bass on the desk and walking to the door and unlocked it. Tyler Joesph, Josh Dun and Billie Joe Armstrong burst through the door.

"You! You know very well where you should be right now! What about all those kids without a teacher?!" Mr. Armstrong yelled. The class just watched, very, very confused.

"And maybe I wanted to teach bass! It's not my fault Mikey didn't show up on the first day of school!" Mr. Wentz yelled back.

Mr. Joesph and Mr. Dun shared a look before Mr. Joesph grabbed Mr. Wentz' arm.
"C'mon, consider yourself lucky that you're not getting fired." Mr. Joesph said before dragging Mr. Wentz out of the classroom with Mr. Dun following the and shutting the door behind them. (Beebo would be proud)

"Okay, I guess do whatever except leave the class for the last ten minutes." Mr. Armstrong stated before sitting in the seat and kicking his feet up on the teachers desk.

I took my phone out and took a quick picture of Billie before posting it on my Instagram story.

"Still can't believe this is actually happening!"

Afterwards I decided I might as well read some Wattpad (Goodbye fourth wall)

Ding, Ding, Ding

Another class over.

Author's Note
Happy 1st birthday Antero Stump! Also wow Pop Punk High has almost 200 reads. Love ya all for reading this 💜
Have a great day/night emo fedoras 💜