𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐨 ✾ (𝐣. 𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨)

TWO !

POCO LOCO !

"He just had to sit with us, didn't he?" vee snapped, crossing her arms across her chest. vienna, alex, keaton, and i were currently walking out of the school- and complaining about how much we fucking hate johnny orlando.

"i know! couldnt he have sat anywhere else?" alex rolled his eyes.

"actually, no," i laughed, "there was only one open seat."

"but the seat in the back! next to mr van ambers desk," vienna pointed out.

"no one wants to sit there, then he can't talk to anyone. or play games on his chromebook," keaton winked after saying the last part. we all knew he was a slither.io enthusiast.

"whatever. i'm still annoyed. and if he's riding the bus today, i'm going to flip my shit," vee pouted, sounding a bit like a bitchy blonde from your basic high school movie.

"guess you're flipping your shit then," keaton mimicked the way she said it as a familiar dirty blonde boy nearly tripped up the steps of our bus.

vienna paused in her steps, a few feet behind the bus, "no way. i am seriously going to throw hands," she pursed her lips.

"i hate this for us," alex sighed, being the first one of us to start walking towards the bus.

i walked after him, and smiled at the bus driver as i finished my small journey up the stairs. "hey, lisa!"

"ah, good afternoon gwen. how was your school day?" she asked as i swung into the seat behind her, alex sitting in the one next to me.

"it was good until ninth hour. somebody just had to ruin it," then, i lowered my voice, "and he moved to our teacher advisory class and sits next to us. isn't that annoying?"

"i'm sure it wasn't his choice, hun," she gave an empathetic smile. "you just need to get talking to him. he's a real nice kid."

"in your dreams," i rolled my eyes for the at least eighth time in the past hour.

"no, actually in his dreams," she jutted her head towards him, signaling me to look at him. johnny orlando was lost in a daze, staring at me.

"ew."