Pop Punk High

Mr....Who now?

"Heya, Y/N!" A familiar voice called from behind you.
"Oh, hey Jaylen!" You said to your friend.

"So song writing class now?"
"Yep!"

The two of us head down the stairs before finding Melissa and walking towards where our last class of the day.

"So who do you think will be teaching us?" Melissa asked breaking the silence that was only between us due to the halls being rather loud with other kids sharing excitement.

"Who knows? It could be anyone!" Jaylen points out.
"True." I add.

We spot the classroom and enter it, spotting... Pete?

Now, the question is; is this the class he's supposed to teach or no?

"Pete!" Jaylen squealed.

Pete heard and looked over giving us a smile and me a shy grin. Guess he reconized me from bass class.

Ding Ding Ding

The last class of the day has begun.

"Okay everyone, my name is Mr. Wentz and I'll be your teacher this period." He smirked. "So, anyone a favorite lyric from a song?"

A kid in the middle of the class raised his hand.
Pete pointed at her.

"Beef and cheese!" She imitated Tyler's voice.
Laughs and giggles were heard from around the class.
Earning a glare from Mr. Wentz, everyone shut up quickly.

Melissa raised her hand before Mr. Wentz called on her.
"I heard that you've been self-medicating in the quiet of your room." Melissa smiled.

"Ah, some All Time Low, nice choice." Mr. Wentz smirked, "one more person?"

I raised my hand, my mind finally settling on just a single great lyric.
"Yes, miss" Pete said.

"Progress report, I'm missing you to death." I said. (My god can I do POV properly)

"Brilliant!" Mr. Wentz exclaimed.
I smirked with pride.

All of a sudden the door burst open with a wheezing Patrick running in "Sorry everyone! It's a pain to get up here from my other clas- Pete?!" Patrick started.

"Dude, what the fuck?! This is my class!" Pete yelled.
"Im scheduled to be here right now!" Patrick yelled back.
The class just sat in their seats as the two friends argued.
The tension was broke as the door flew open to reveal a tired looking Brendon.
"I am so sor- Patrick?! Pete?! What are you guys doing here?!"

At this point five or so kids have pulled out their phones to record this odd event.

The door opened once again to none other than the cherry haired ninja from lunch, Gerard. "Sorry class- Why are you guys here?!"

Another four kids have their phones out, and couple on Instagram, livestreaming. The count does not exclude Jaylen who is stiffling a laugh.

A cough is heard from the doorway, everyones head turns to see Principle Dun, Mr. Joseph and Mr. Armstrong, feet tapping and arms crossed with frustration.

"What exactly is going on here?" Principle Dun asks, glaring at the four teachers.
Mr. Stump becomes flustered and starts stuttering. "Uh, Y-you see sir, Pete was t-teaching my c-class." He gulped.

"What?! You came in trying to teach my class!" Pete glared at him.
"You guys were teaching MY class!" Brendon butted in.
"All of you were teaching my class!" Gerard added.

"All of you to Dun's office now!" Billie Joe yelled over them.
As the arguing friends left being lead by Josh and Tyler, Mr. Armstrong sighed and muttered "why do I always have to sub for everyone...?" and sat down at the teachers desk and quietly said "Do whatever for twenty minutes I guess."

The class erupted into talking as everyone discussed what had just happened.

~twenty minutes later~

Ding Ding Ding

The first day of Pop Punk High is over.

Author's Note
Eyyy! Day one is over! 🎉
And to celebrate, I'm going to start another story to add to the rotation of books being updated. So joining Pop Punk High and Fall Out Boy imagines will be...

Bandom Games!
My own spin on Hunger Games!

Anyways, have a great night/day my Emo Fedoras!