You Belong With Me. (Sally Face)

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No POV:

The boys made their way to their lockers. Their actions were in sync. Reaching for the lock, opening the locker door, opening their bags, taking the books out. All of it. Down to the millisecond. It even seemed like they breathed at the same rate. People even them gave them weird looks. They gave them even weirder looks when the even pulled out their band stickers and put them on the back of the locker still in exact sync. They then closed their lockers and turned around to lean on them with on leg on the floor and the other on the lockers behind them, arm crossed. Still in exact sync. A prissy blonde asshole with a faded black eye and a rosary made of yarn around his neck walked by and glared at the two. They glared back.

"Fuck you Travis." Sal said flipping him off. Travis scoffed

"I'm sure you would love to. I'd tell you to burn in hell, but you're already gonna." Travis retorted, slight smirk on his face.

"In your dreams, asswipe." Sal replied. Travis rolled his eyes.

"Of course not, I'm not a sinner like you. Fucking faggot." Travis couldn't think of anything else to say so he resorted to name calling.

"Really? Name calling? Grow up, Travis." Sal questioned. Travis just continued strutting, holding his middle finger over his head to make sure Sal saw it. When he was out of sight Larry turned to Sal.

"Can you believe that douche?" He asked rhetorically.

"Ugh he hasn't changed much..." Sal sighed running his fingers through his bangs. "Another year, same Travis "I know, I still hate his guts. Why can't he just leave us alone?"

"I don't know, but hey at least something to look forward to in college." Sal groaned turning to face Larry.

Larry just sighed in response and nodded as the bell let out a high pitched ring.

Sal adjusted his backpack before speaking to Larry after the bell finished killing everyone's ear drums, "I got math, what about you."

"History, am I gonna see you in art or PE first?"

"We got art first, you still haven't memorized your schedule have you?" Sal rolled his eyes.

"Nope! See ya dude." Larry let his bag hang off one shoulder as he continued down the hall Sal shooting a see ya back at him.

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Sal's POV:

I sat down in Mrs. Packertons class and a girl immediately sat next to me. She had on a black leather jacket and choker with a purple shirt. Her jeans had a couple rips in them matching with army boots. Her eyes matched her carmel hair as it trailed behind her in a loose braid.

"Sup Sally Face." She said with a wide smile on her face.

"Hey Ashy Face!" I smiled glad to see a familiar face other than Larry's.

"How was your summer, Sal? Did you and Larry finally hook up yet?" She asked.

"It wasn't anything special. And you need to stop doing that weird fangirl shippy thing because we didn't hook up, and probably never will." I replied. I only noticed my crucial mistake after I had already said it.

"Probably,eh? That leaves the possibility open. Therefore I will not stop. Not until you two finally realize your feelings." She did that stupid, stubborn 5 year old thing. I sighed

"Whatever. How was your summer?" I tried to push past the topic.

"It was great. I caught up on my favorite shows, wrote a lot of fanfiction. And read a lot of fanfiction. Spent a lot of time riding on the dunes though it was fun." She stated calming down from her fangirl high.