@Chameleon the Slytherpuff and Slitherpuff
"Well that clears everything up, doesn't it? Come get me jerk."
"Well that clears everything up, doesn't it? Come get me jerk."
"Fine, what class r u outside?" They texted back, showing Jax the convo instead of talking.
"History of Youtube."
"Fun, me and Jax'll find you." They sent out, grabbing ahold of Jax's hand again before pulling him towards the classroom. Soon enough, they stood behind Rory. "Sup bitch." Nas said.
"Why is this school so fucking confusing?" Rory groans, turning around.
"It's cause you're a newbie!" Nas purred, Jax rolling his eyes.
"Shut up nerd, and tell me how to get to class."
"What class do you have?" Jax asked politely before Nas could make a joke.
"FanFictions." Rory rolls her eyes, "Honestly, we all know by now once we're initiated, fans are gonna write shit about us…and I really don't want to have to sit through a class of dad's puns and trying to talk about smut without blushing…"
She adds the last part quietly.
"I don't think anyone will write about me, I'm just a cosplayer and baker." Jax muttered, arms crossed.
"You never know. I'm supposed to follow in dad's footprints, who is only in Sanders Shorts, and yet he gets written about all the time." Rory sighs.
"True, I suppose." Jax murmured, letting Nas take the wheel. "Hah, I'm a Logan kid though, plus I have Remy's natural personality, I hope I get written about!"
"I'm sure you will."
"Anyhow! It's this way, you were so close to it!" Nas exclaimed, pointing to a door down the hall.
Groaning, Rory heads down the hallway and into the classroom.
Jax peered around, looking at all the writing posters. "Weird flex, but okay."
"Helloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Rory groans.
(Who's gonna be the teach?)
(Probably me like last time.)
I meant like what youtuber is the teacher.//
(Emile.)
(Fun.)
"I hear uncle Emile is teaching this class." Nas purred, looking around.
"Thaaaaaat's right kiddos! Do you how do?" Emile asks, scooping Rory up and hugging her tightly. "My little girl's all grown up!"
"Yeah. You'd be surprised at how many hallways aren't used anymore since the classrooms around there aren't being used." Sam said as she leaned back in her chair. "So, what school did you used to go to before here?" She asked.
"Hamilton High School. " He answered. He started drawing random lines to see if he could make a sketch out of them, taking a few seconds before looking up to Sam. Part of him silently wondered when class started. "What about you? And why'd you switch to the academy?"
(I literally just searched high schools in LA YouTube Space area and found one named Hamilton lol.)
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