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Chapter 21 // The Boomerangs

"Come on trumpets! Get in tune!"

Chen sighed from where he stood in the hallway, leaning against the tiled wall across from the band room's closed door. School had been out for five minutes already and he really didn't want to head to the auditorium alone. He had come to Luhan's class, hoping that they could head there together, but for untold reasons, the pink-haired man wanted to teach overtime.

'They're out of tune because you're keeping them here, idiot,' he thought to himself in annoyance.

"Did I ask you to play louder!?"

'Doesn't he know we have someplace to be?'

"I wasn't looking for an answer to that, Becky."

"..."

CRASH!

Chen jumped at the sudden sound from the classroom. It sounded like a piano had fallen from the sky and landed on a pile of xylophones. A few panicked yelps followed the noise and the music got noticeably quieter. It was as if half of the class stopped playing.

"If you don't want to end up like Becky here, you better keep playing!" Luhan ordered maniacally, "IN TUNE!"

"Alright, that's enough," Chen huffed as he stomped over to the door and threw it open without a care in the world.

Not a single student stopped playing; however, half a dozen pairs of eyes darted his way, scared and begging for help. Chen sighed and turned to face the teacher, who was conducting with a menacing glare.

The brunet scanned the room and noticed a clarinet that had been snapped in half, laying at the feet of the trombonists. He put two and two together and concluded that yeah, Luhan had broken someone's (Becky's?) clarinet and threw it at the trombonists. It was a miracle no one had gotten hurt.

It was a miracle Luhan even worked here.

"Everyone!" Chen called out to the students, easily overpowering the sounds of their instruments, "The bell rang! You're free to go!"

Luhan turned to him in surprise as his students gratefully followed the choir teacher's demands. The pink-haired male looked conflicted for a second, as if he wanted to reprimand the kids one last time, but shrugged and waltzed over to his friend.

"If my ears weren't bleeding, I'd have your head," he smiled, "Be thankful my class is tone deaf."

"Honestly, Lu. You need to be more professional with them. You could lose your job."

He folded his arms and scowled, "Don't go scolding me, Chennie. There comes a point in every teacher's career where they need to assault a student or two."

"No there doesn't. That's illegal."

Luhan ignored him, turning his head to glare at the last student to scurry out of the classroom. "Fucking Becky," he cursed under his breath.

Chen feared for the girl's life but oh well. He had more important things to worry about. Auditions were today and they were running late.

He grabbed Luhan by the wrist and dragged him out the door without a single word. They'd made it five feet down the hall when Chen nearly fell to the floor. The band teacher had stopped walking along with him and looks be damned, he was much stronger than the brunet.

If he hadn't had a firm grip on his wrist, Chen would have face planted into the floor.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Looking over his shoulder, he gave the male an exasperated look. "I'm taking you to auditions."

Luhan's eyes lit up at the word and suddenly it was Chen being dragged through the hallways. "Oh, man! I forgot all about that!"