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~~part 9~~

Gus raced upstairs, waiting for Ivy. She walked up to him, pushing past other students. "You ass! Why'd you do that?"

"Because you slow, Papi." Gustav's choice of words caused people passing to stop and/or look at them. He saw people staring. He smirked. "Yeah you too slow, c'mon let's skip class and go to janitor's closet, daddy Vy."

"Gus, stop!" Ivy laughed. "You're so weird!"

The girl pulled him along the hall to Spanish. They walked into the class and sat in the back right corner. The teacher stood at the board, writing in her cursive/terrible handwriting: 'Do you remember?' but it looked more like 'Do yoall rerneenrbrg?'. Thankfully, Gustav's mother didn't know how to type when she texted so he knew how to look through mistakes.

"So, this lady is insane. More insane than Mrs. Stone. Ms. Kyle is on crack." Ivy chuckled slightly and turned around once the bell rang. The class got quiet due to Ms. Kyle clearing her throat. "Please don't do cocaine, yae, yeah, cocaine ruin yo' brain yuh..."

Ms. Kyle looked at Gustav while everyone was laughing. "Gustav. Quit."

"Heh, yes ma'am." He looked down and acted sad, licking the tip of his finger and running it down the side of his face.

"Class. Today, we're doing a review of..." She pointed at the board. "Say it with me..."

"Ma'am, we can't read that," Ivy spoke up.

"Ah, a new student, I'm guessing." Ivy nodded awkwardly. "Gustav! Can you read this since you're laughing at something?"

He snickered and burst out laughing. "Why don't we just relax and turn on the radio? Would you like AM or FMMM?!" Gus wheezed, causing everyone to laugh... again. "Teacher, can we smoke in class?"

"Wh-" Ms. Kyle looked at Gus oddly.

"Does yo' teacha' let you do dat?" Gus said in a funny voice. He switched back to his normal voice. "Well, ya..."

He looked at Ivy who said, "W-well I-I guess that o-okay then..."

Gus jumped up and took off his jacket spastically. "YEAHHH! 420 BLAZE IT BLUDZZZ!!" He pointed at his left nipple tattoo then started twerking.

Everyone laughed while Ms. Kyle just watched him with a disappointed expression. "Gus. Get in your chair."

"Yes, ma'am." Gus sat in his chair with a small smile trying to hide behind his lips. He tried not to laugh by letting his breath come out in large quantities during a small amount of time.

"Gustav, stop laughing."

"I'm not laughing, Ms. Kyle! I'm just holding a breathing spasm in my chest." She looked at him. "Which I mean... nope not laughing. Just sitting here remembering all the things you've... *snicker* taught us."

"What's one thing I taught you then, Gus." She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one foot.

"That there's only one race; the human race." One of the other students caught on and turned to Gustav.

"WhAt AbOuT nAsCaR?!" She said in a cracky voice. Ms. Kyle just held her forehead with her fingertips.

"No, but really... Tengo que tomar Xanax porque esta escuela me da depresión." The brown/gray/blonde haired woman just looked at him.

"What?"

"I have to take Xanax because this school gives me depression... ya' know," Gus said with slight humor behind it. She didn't pick up on the joke.

"Do I need Coach Cali to call your mother?"

"I mean... like, if ya' want to she ain't gon answer cause she busy workin'." He sat back in his seat and put his thumbnail in his mouth. "And I'll put my jacket back on..."

He slowly inserted both arms into the two sleeves of the leather jacket. For the rest of class, Gus kept trying not to laugh at the multiple Vines that were playing over and over in his head while listening to Ms. Kyle the best he could. It was difficult to not make jokes or be loud in any way for him. Stupid ADHD...