We went to our lockers the next say, not noticing that Jeff had dissapeared from the group.
So, when we saw him chillin with a dead guy, we were extremely dumbfounded.
Dee-Dee: Joe! -runs up to hug Jeff- we missed you soooooooo much!
Jack: he was gone?
Dee-Dee: -death glares at Jack, sparkly purple aura appears around her- nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan.......
Jack: I mean, oh God Jeff, how we missed you so!
Jeff: I sense sarcasm. Now, Dee-Dee! Get off!
Dee-Dee: nevarz! -hugs Jeff tighter-
Morty: she your girlfriend?
Jeff: uh-
Dee-Dee: well..... -looks up at Morty- I am a girl.... And he is my friend........
Jeff: oh God.... -tries to facepalm-
Morty: wow. And from what I remember, you were an ugly little fucker.
Jane: -runs up and hugs Morty, though she's basically hugging air- finally!
Morty:...... Who is she.
Dee-Dee: -lets go of Jeff- that's Janie. She wants to kill Jeff.
Jane: no. Don't call me Janie. -lets go of "Morty"-
Morty: Jane, hmm? -shakes her hand- my name is Mortimer, Mortimer Patterson.
Me: wait, wut? -approaches Morty- that's too long of a name.
Morty: and that's why you'll call me Morty, dibshit.
Me: oh, I'M the dibshit?! May I remind you who got his sorry ass killed by the same dude whom I almost beat the shit out of, and turned into a unicorn?
Morty: how did you-
Me: know about the 2006 Maplewood High Massacre? Yeah, we had to use the old news papers in the library to do a research paper in Ms.Miller's class. You were one of the victims. Plus, Jeff was bragging about it in his sleep the other night.
Jeff: huh?! I do that?
Pinkamena: it can be heard from the attic. Thanks to you, I'm forming bags under my eyes. I'M TOO FUCKING YOUNG TO HAVE BAGS UNDER MY EYES!
BEN: calm it, Pinkie. If you want, you can borrow my gaming headphones.
Pinkamena: do they keep noise out?
BEN: swear to God, I go deaf whenever I put them on. They might be a bit uncomfortable, though.
Pinkamena: I'd go with anything, at this point.
Masky: so, why are you dead?
Morty: I though your girlfriend over there went over this, Cullen. Joker boy, over here, stabbed me in both my lungs as I was escaping the chaos.
Me: wut.
Masky: my what?! Cullen?! Listen here, you little shit, that stubborn ditz of a redhead IS NOT my girlfriend. And my name, at least, in this school, is Timothy "Masky" mothafuckin Woodruff. NOT CULLEN.
Me: and I didn't explain the fact that you got stabbed in the lungs by a gay man.
Jeff: I'M NOT GAY.
Me: get a haircut, then, hippie.
Morty: well, pigtails, you brought it up, you should know what I'm talking about. Speaking of your pet name, what's with the hair? You looked like some anime character.
Me: well, according to author-sama's book cover, I AM, in a away, an anime character. And, really, all I said was that your name was too goddamn long!
Morty: well, excuse me, princess!
BEN: hey! I'm the Link cosplayer around here!
Me: since when am I Gabriela?!
Morty: I don't know who that bitch is! Don't ask me, dumbass!
Jane: I thought you were cool, until you started arguing blindly and flinging curse words everywhere in a failed attempt to make your reasons valid.
Morty: shut up, emo wannabe!
Jane: AW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL TO DA NO! YOU WANNA GO?
Dee-Dee: huh? -"pokes" Morty- uh....... Is that my wallet in your pocket?
Morty: uh......
Me: -looks at his jacket pocket- dude, I see my wallet there, too.
Morty: ugh. Those are yours'? Damn. Shoulda hidden them somewhere in Joker How's locker....
Jeff: huh?!
Jack: wut.
Masky and Hoodie: since when do you have access to Jeff's locker?
Morty: it used to be MINE, dumbasses.
Jack: how the hell were THEY supposed to know?!
Morty: duh, all smart people know things like that.
Jeff: wait..... So if I open it.......
Morty: I'll get sucked in.
Me: dude. Open it. He's a bitch.
Morty: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!
Me: bitch.
Morty: -starts spazzing out- ASDFGHJKLOMGWTFBBQLOLNOONECALLSMEABITCH.
Me: I just did. Trololololololololololololololol.
Jack: there she goes again.....
Jane: just like she did at Walmart.......
Masky and Hoodie: hue hue hue hue hue hue....... This gon be good....... -both get out their video cameras-
Morty: -eyes start to glow- you little....
The warning bell rang. We walked to Ms.Miller's room, as Morty spat out curses, ranting about me calling him a bitch like Pat Robertson would rant about religion.
As we walked to her class, I decided to ask Jeff something.
Me: yo, Jeff. How did you and Morty start to get along? Aren't you his killer?
Dee-Dee: he probably wanted to be friends with Joe cuz he's so nice.
Jane: or he did it out of pity.
Masky and Hoodie: maybe he bribed Morty.
Jack: I think it was because they have mutual lockers.
Pinkamena: or he showed Morty to Ms.Abalos's secret candy stash. It's in her desk, the bottom-left drawer.
BEN: or, maybe Jeff asked him for a pencil.
Everyone: huh?
BEN: it's a psychological fact. The more you ask someone for a pencil, the more they'll like you. I did that with a jock in math. He doesn't pick on me anymore. Google it, if you want.
Jeff: eh, no. None of those, actually.
Me and Dee-Dee: then what DID happen?
Jeff: well.....
He told us what happened.
Yup, another cliffhanger.
You're welcome.
I'll get to this in the next chapter.
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