Peffron: A Love Story

WHAT?!

AN: Hehe sorry for making you guys wait. 

Oh wait.

I'm not really sorry. 

Plot twist! 

But anyways, this is the second to last part of Peffron: A Love Story. It was going to be the last but it was getting long so I decided to make it shorter and keep the story consistently short. I will go back and make some edits later, as well as possibly writing a sequel. But of course, only if you readers want one. Please comment and tell me. And keep bugging me about it, seriously, because otherwise I will never take the initiative and do it myself. 

I run up to OF. 

"ERMERGHERD YOU'RE ALIVE!" I practically scream in her ear. 

"Yeah... Why wouldn't I be?" 

"Well I thought I might've jinxed everyone because after the school blew up I thought, 'Yes! Everyone's dead!' and then I realized that I liked a few people. But then I couldn't find you, and TF got shot and now she's dead, and I thought that I might've done something. I might have cursed us!"

"Oh. Wait what?! TF is dead?!" She asks, the realization slowly sinking in. 

 "Yeah... I don't know who shot her but yeah she's dead."

"Seriously???" 

Ugh what a drama queen. Like seriously? We have more important things to discuss. Can she just get over it?

"Yeah okay, but like look at Becky's new Facebook status. It like totally just went from single to in a relationship. Maybe she finally got together with Dave. Like oh. My. Gosh. I totes saw her hitting on him yesterday! Imagine what their baby would look like!"

She stops mourning and her eyes widen. As a girl, I would know that we totes always love to gossip and always have time for it, even while mourning the death of one of our friends. Because according to society, all girls are good for is cooking and gossiping. "OH EM GEE!" She squeals. "SERIOUSLY? They are so cute together!" 

Then Bob walks over. "Oh my gosh guys, are you talking about Becky and Dave? Are they a thing now?!"

Then Sneaky Snake sighs and makes a pointed coughing noise. We all kind of shut up, waiting for him to say something. He probably noticed that we're off topic. 

He opens his mouth to speak, and we wait for his words. 

"I personally think that," He pauses now and I wonder if he's going to lecture us for being off task and talking about Becky when we obviously should be planning what to do next. "Their baby will probably have Dave's brown hair you know, and maybe Becky's blue eyes?"

"Hmm..." Bob adds in. "Nah, I think that it might have Becky's blonde hair and Dave's brown eyes."

About an hour passes, and we are still engaged in the ever so interesting topic of Becky and Dave's baby. However, we are at a disagreeement, and we have all split into two sides: one that thinks the baby will get Becky's hair and Dave's eyes, and one that thinks it will get Dave's hair and Becky's eyes.

The two sides go back and forth, presenting the genetic probabilities supporting their beliefs, until things start to get violent. 

Sneaky Snake's laugh rings out. However, he isn't amused. "No, that's wrong, and here's why," He whips out a book on genetics from nowhere, and opens it up to a page somewhere in the middle of it. He reads it out loud, and when he's done, the group erupts in chaos. Everyone's yelling and fighting, and even though I'm not entirely sure why everyone's getting so worked up about it (even though it's a pretty big deal, I definitely wouldn't want to risk breaking a nail over it! Like seriously?) I jump into the fray. I'm pulling on someone's hair, and punching them, while simultaneously being kneed in the ribs.

Finally, we all are lying on the ground, exhausted. 

Joses Crust, the peace maker and only smart one out of us apparently, speaks up. "So are you guys done now?"

With a collective sigh, we all get up, and I decide it's time to get serious. We will always have time to talk about Becky and Dave, as long as we don't blow up anytime soon. And plus, a bomb kind of just blew up our whole school so I might want to stop gossiping/fighting and pay attention.

Joses Crust leads the conversation, "So what are we going to do? I mean, doesn't anyone else find it strange that our school just blew up randomly? And then TF got shot, yet somehow everyone else managed to survive? Who could've done this?"

No one replies. Of course, how could they? How could anyone know? Unless they're all traitors. Dun dun dun. (That was dramatic music okay? Don't judge me. You know my swag, not my story. Yes that just happened, moving on). However, after a while, Dipshit speaks up. 

"Well, since our school just blew up, maybe the people that did it will realize that there's a possibility of survivors, so they might come back to bomb us again. It would be smart to move."

Ahhhh smart.

"Where would we go?" YAF asks. 

I'm tired of feeling useless in this conversation, so I make a suggestion. "Maybe we could walk down to the library?"

Everyone nods in agreement, and after we pack up our stuff, we start walking out of what was left of our covered court and head down to the library.