it's heckin treyway (pumpkashi) (smokepump) (smokepumpkashi)

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Gazzy Garcia had finally managed to conquer middle school and was now at the same high school his best friend Omar attended. Speaking of Omar, he had been acting weird as fuck since he learned his friend would start going to his school. Sometimes it felt like he was avoiding him and when they did hang out, whenever Gazzy would get the least bit affectionate Omar would come up with some excuse as to why he had to leave.

Fuck it, Omar is a big boy and surely he can deal with whatever bs was causing him to be this way. This was the last thought the small Colombian boy had as he entered his mixed grade homeroom and found his assigned seat near the back, thank god.

Daniel pov(?)
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Tekashi strutted into class 15 minutes late which is pretty early for him. He does a somewhat ironic greeting gesture at the teacher who just shakes their head as he arrives at his desk, looking down at the blonde and purple dreaded boy asleep at the desk right next to his in confusion. Who's this kid? He look about as small as Uzi but even younger; they letting 7th graders in this school now? But as Daniel sat down and gazed at the boy next to him more, he had to admit he was lowkey cute as hell.

Yeah, Daniel was gay, but the farthest he'd ever gone with a guy was getting his dick sucked. He used to fuck girls before he stopped trying to convince himself he was straight, being able to let go of a lot of anger upon accepting that. The rainbow haired man sat in his undersized chair, occasionally glancing up at the teacher who was currently going on a tangent, but for the most part he just watched the new kid mutter in his sleep.

About five minutes before the bell rings signaling them to switch classes, the 15 year old still snoozing away. "Solo te extraño un abrazo, Omar.." (I just miss cuddling with you, Omar), Gazzy unknowingly sighed in between the realm of sleep and wakefulness, the fellow Spanish speaker to his side raising an eyebrow. Didn't Daniel know an Omar in the grade below him or something? The one that was always hanging with some middle schooler? He eyed the semi awake admittedly young looking boy thoughtfully.

———gazzy pov———

Fuck. Maybe I shouldn'ta popped those xans before school, I felt more out of it than usual. I guess I just didn't really give a shit since I knew I wouldn't get to see Omar today. It sucked not having your bff to guide you through a whole new school. Pump inwardly scoffed and lifted his head from his folded arms that had served as a pillow, glancing at the teacher before taking in his surroundings more fully. Looking to his right, he realized that the watched feeling he had was most likely due to this individual seated beside him who didn't bother diverting his gaze. Gazzy's eyebrows furrowed together as he stared straight into this weirdo's eyes. After a moment he finally spoke, "The fuck you lookin at? How many my little pony dolls did it take to make that stupid weave lookin dumb ass hoe I will snatch it so fast off yo fuckin head—"

Tekashi had not been expecting this. He quickly slammed a hand over the other boy's mouth making him silent. So maybe his reaction was odd but he didn't really feel like dealing with some Spanish twink yelling at him. "Shhhhhh.. you were just dreaming mi puta loca," Daniel said in a hushed tone.

"WHO THE FUCK YOU CALLIN A CRAZY BITCH, CRAZY BITCH?? I'LL FUCK YO ASS UP!" Gazzy yells, beginning to stand but he's pulled back down to a seated position by Daniel who didn't need another mark on his record during his final year at this shithole. The teacher just stares disappointedly at the two of them before dismissing the class as the bell rings, most of the students standing and shuffling out.

Pump stood as he attempted to join the leaving students but was stopped short by an also standing rainbow dude. Their eyes remained locked for a moment in a battle of sorts before Gazzy finally spoke. "What?"