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I have restarted this like 7 times I'm crying. Anyways, stay alive amigos
-Matty
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tylers pov••
Ah, surprise math tests. My favourite thing. Especially when it's algebra and I have no idea what the fuck any of it means.
"Okay class, your time startssss...now. No talking and keep your eyes on your own paper."
What the fuck? None of this makes sense. Concentrate Tyler. Okay, okay. Number one. Find 'x" by using.... What? We haven't covered that?! Okay, um.... Think, think. Remember what you studied, Tyler. Right okay, what did I study? Ah. I didn't study. Um, okay. Just thi-
I'm interrupted from my panicked thoughts by a whisper, barely audible, coming from Brendon.
"Tyler."
I look up, glaring at him. "What?" I mouth. He sits in front of me, so he's dangerously swinging on his chair to face me. I hope he falls. Last time he swung on his chair, he fell and hit is head on my desk. He said a lot of weird things, my favourite was probably "I would marry Tyler if someone paid me, but I'd marry Dallon even if they didn't."
"I don't get it?" Brendon whispered again. I sigh, about to reply when someone else does for us. "Well Brendon, maybe you'd like to study again during detention?" We both jump, and Brendon immediately puts his chair on the floor again, facing Sir who was standing right in front of him.
"And you, Tyler. I'm ashamed. I thought you knew better than to cheat."
I glare at the back of Brendon's head. "You two can..." Sir thinks for a second, and then grins. "You two can help clean the canteen after lunch. Theres already a few people you might know there, so don't look too sad." The grin doesn't go away. "It'll be..." He circles his hand, trying to think. "It'll be fun!"
*
"Fuck you." I yell again to Brendon, slamming my tray on the table. Brendon sits next to me, trying not to laugh. "Sorry, sorry." He grins, slinging his arm around my shoulder. "It won't be that bad Tyguy, just cleaning a few tables."
"Wait, what?"
Dallon, Gerard and Patrick arrive at the table, trays in hand, throwing us questioning looks. They all sit down, waiting for us to tell the story.
"Brendons a fucking idiot and wanted to cheat in our maths test, using my paper. Now we're on lunch clean up after lunch. And that means I miss music. Fuck you, Brendon."
"Hey that's my job." Dallon says, which causes Brendon to throw some macaroni at him. "Hey! I have to clean that up!" I whine.
Patrick looks at me sympathetically. "Sorry Ty." I smile at him. "Do you want me to see who else is doing it today?" He asks, nodding to the board by the door, where people on lunch duty sign in and out. "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind."
Patrick comes back a minute later, smiling as if he just won the fucking lottery or something. "So its Alex, Vic, you, Bren, Pete and Josh!"
Shit.
