Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 40

Slurping my take out noodles, I saw Rachel getting ready for some sort of event.

"And you're going where?" I asked, interested on where my roommate was heading off to.

"You didn't hear?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't hear about what?"

"This week is the annual Mama Maria School of The Arts' Student Wars." Rachel repiled, using unnecessary hand movement. I gave her that look, telling her to explain. She rolled her eyes. "It's where the people from all the coast come together and compete in games. Typically, the boys do all the sports while the girls have a dress up and dancing competition. At the end of the week, all coast gather up and fight."

"And how longs has his been going to have the title 'annual'?" I asked. I put down my food while listening because I was about to get ready for this, even though I was only given a small description. Seeing how I beat someone up yesterday, I sense enjoyment when it comes to the fighting part of this "student wars". Or maybe I'm just a sadist.

"Ever since the school was built. The kids then were pretty fucked up in the head, so they made it up, and now it's basically traditional." She said.

"Didn't you say at the end people fight? How come these people haven't been caught by teachers ro something?"

"That, I don't know. But I did hear that it wasn't because it isn't held here on school property." She smirked, probably because she noticed the stupid grin I had on because I was overlooking how this would pan out. And since I have a very wild imagination, the fight was epic in my head. "Intrigued?"

"Highly. Give me two minutes please."

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"You sure this is the right place?" I asked. After I got dressed and prepared for this occasion, Rachel and I left the dorms, like a big handful of the other people who were going to the opening. We grabbed Jayden and Andrea before we went off. As expected, the streets were filled with cars because of the students from the academy. Some of the people in the car were blasting music where you could hear it from a mile away, while others, mostly girls, were flashing their tits at us other people stuck in traffic. Sooner or later, we arrived at our destination.

"I'm pretty sure since a shit ton of cars are here. And more music is playing." Te red head sitting in the back repiled. "And those seniors flashing their tiddies entered here as well."

"Tiddies?" Jayden looked back at her with confusion written on her face.

"Yes, the word you guys use it too vulgar. Be PG for once, will ya?" We all shook our heads and got out of the car, grooving along to the music that was playing as we walked all the way to where everyone else was.

The other students were dancing to the music as well, but around a stage, and on there was the singer, dancing in unison with the background dancers. The dancing was rather......sexually intense. (Literally BTS performing live in a nutshell) With a few more minutes and one or two more songs, the artist got off the stage and in came the MC, which is also a senior from the school.

"Hey, hey, hey y'all!" He started off. The MC had that stereotypical light skin, blue eyes, curly hair, Mr. Steal your girl vibe to him, and looking like he fucked all the blondes in the school. And of course, like any other girl that was here and is human, I was instantly caught back because of his looks. It's like that time when a cute new students comes to your school and all the hoes are on him, including yourself. I guess it's just natural instincts......?

"I'm pretty sure that you're here for the annual Mama Maria School of The Arts Student Wars~" The crowd cheered, a big smile forming on the boy's face. "Ah yes, this war that declares which coast deserves the most respect with, your host, Chase The Pretty Boy, shameless promo by the way." The ladies screamed and waved their hands, trying to get his attention, and I'll admit, I cheered as well with a flustered face.

"Anyways, enough about me, but more about the war," The crowed lowered their volume to listen to what was going to happen.

"This week long war, also knows as the Student Wars, is a week long event hosted by yours truly, consisting of several different games each day that are played at this time of the night. It's coast versus coast, and obviously, which ever coast has the most points, wins. And, this year with the basketball game for girls, playing Elimination is an option. If you don't know, Elimination is basically reckless basketball, a.k.a basketball with no rules, where you can be as violent as you want and no one will give a shit."

"At the end of the week, the points get tallied up, and will be announced at the end of the Student Wars fight. Where everyone gathers, and you guessed it, fight till we pass out. Of course, for "safety purposes", we have set a time limit on how long the fights could go on, even though you violent little shits are going to go over the time limit, but who cares?"

"And lastly, tell any of the teachers and it's off with your head." He joked. "But anyways, let's have a clean war this year, let's be fair, rememeber, all the coasts love each other, we're not trying to slaughter anyone and go to court, but we're trying to have fun! See y'all tomorrow!" And that was the last of Chase before he left the stage, and an artist came on, letting the crowd party. All of a sudden, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked to the side of me and see a fimilliar face.

"Craig?!" I yelled over the music. He nodded and wave. "Oh shit, you're here?"

"Well of course! I told you I'd be here. I came for film as well." He smiled and I grapsed, remembering back at the bar, he told me that he wanted to become a director like me. "How come I'm only seeing you now?!"

"I'm at West Coast!" I said.

"East Coast!" He said and smirked. Ah, so now be wants to challenge me? Bring it, Craig. But before I could say something, it looked like his phone was ringing in his back pocket since he grabbed it, checked it before holing his phone up to his ear. "Oh, I have to go. See you later (Y/N). See you later!" He seductively winked at me before going back to his car. Weirded out, I only shook it off and looked back at Rachel, who had the same look on her face.

"Who was that?!"

"A person I used to work with!"

(AN: Nice to know I redeemed myself at the end of this chapter because it's barley over 1000 words. And funny thing is, I was reading a BTS BDSM book before this. *sighs* I know I'm going straight to hell and Satan has a seat with my name on it that's right beside Hitler. Please children, don't follow in my footsteps. I'm a very bad example. But ANYWAYS

Thanks for reading,

And I'll see you,

In the next chapter.

BUH-BYE!!!

-Tasha.)