"Hello class. I'm going to be your Math teacher for the year." No. It couldn't be. "My name is Mr. Hemmings." And it is. "Now first let me take attendance and then I'll explain what we're going to be learning this year," he told and then started listing names. "Veronica Albert." "Kyle Berton." "Chris Byon." "Jessica Crum." "Elise Davis." After he said my name he looked up. I couldn't trust my voice to say here so I just stupidly made eye contact with him. Oh shit. That was the worst decision of my life. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

This fanfic is hella dramatic, just a warning. Much feels. Much bants (now THATS what I call Brittish!). Much references. I do actually speak proper English, Im just using slang because Im MLG af mmkay. Featuring the following characters: Hannah (based on my real life wifoo) Heather (based on me) Andy mo fuckin Biersack. Kellin sex on a damn fine pair of legs Quinn. + the rest of SWS (Justin, Nick, Jack, Gabe) + the rest of BVB (CC, Jinxx, Ashley, Jake) Vic the sexican Fuentes. ~ COMPLETED ~

"And after all the fucking matches, broken bones, ripped punching bags and crowds yelling at me to get up... who the fuck knew that my hardest fight would be you?" • [Contains smut] ©loudluke