After class, Pewdiepie and I walk down a long hall, passing door after door and face after face. A lot of the people here stare at me. I guess my mask is really obvious, but that doesn't really bother me. I'm not using it to hide from them.

Pewdiepie is looking at my timetable, judging my classes. He's put on a pair of wide-rimmed black glasses, which really offset his eyes.

"Hey, you're in my English class! And me have next period together!" he says happily. I smile, glad that he's in at least one more of my classes. One less introduction I'll have to do. Thinking about this suddenly makes me remember Media Production.

"Hey Pewds." I say. I had heard the other three guys call him Pewds, and I hope he doesn't mind. He looks up and nods to me, eyes attentive, so I guess it's okay. "That guy that was teaching, Ken. Isn't he our age? How is he a teacher?"

Pewdiepie nods as if he had been expecting this question. "He's actually a student here. All of us are here because we're the best at what we do, and Ken's a pro at media production. So, he was asked to share his knowledge with the rest of us, which is why he teaches the class."

"So do you teach anything?"

He grins at me. "Talar du svenska?" he asks. I stare at him.

"Um… No?" I ask more than say. He laughs his wheezy laugh again.

"I didn't think so. I teach Swedish. Four times a week, I don't have to go to class, because I run the class." He stretches out and smiles. "It's a pretty good feeling."

I laugh as he looks back down at my timetable. Could I teach a class? But then what would I teach? I didn't really have a special talent I could share, unless there was room for a mask-making class in the curriculum.

Pewdiepie starts muttering my classes to himself when suddenly, a large, extremely overweight man slams into him. The strange man's blubber absorbs the blow of the impact, but Pewdiepie is sent flying and crashes onto the floor. His bag slides across the room, and his glasses skid in front of the large boy, who grins and lifts a foot, holding it over the glasses. I know he's going to smash them. It's happened to me before, and I can't let it happen to my new friend.

"Excuse me, sir!" I shout. He stops and turns toward me, taking his foot away from the glasses, to my relief. His eyes are silently challenging, and he's gripping a toothpick between his teeth. My mind practically screams douche.

"What do you want, faceless?" he asks in a dark voice. I swallow and help Pewdiepie up to his feet, grabbing his arm and using it to hoist him up.

"Apologise to my friend this instant, you jerk!" I shout at him. He chuckles low and deep, and I swear, his fat wiggles with every short, sharp sound.

"Why should I?" he asks. Pewdiepie rubs his eyes sleepily and looks over to the boy. His eyes narrow into slits when he sees him.

"Barrel!" he shouts loudly. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Several people stop and stare at the conflict between the two boys. Low whispers start up, and a small circle of people forms around us. Barrel stares at Pewdiepie dully.

"I go to school here." He says. Pewdiepie shakes his head vigorously.

"No way. I got you expelled last year."

There's the sound of a throat being cleared behind us, and I sigh, thinking I'll be hearing a lot of that annoying throat clear. The students part to make a path for the principal, who walks over to Pewdiepie and Barrel.

"Mr. Kjellberg, Mr. Baller, I'd like to see the two of you in my office immediately." She tells them in a no nonsense tone. Barrel shrugs and walks away from the gaping students, but Pewdiepie is staring coldly at the principal.

"Why is he back?"

The principal sighs deeply. "I will happily explain everything inside my office."

Pewdiepie continues glaring at her before breaking eye contact and turning towards me. "The gym is right down there." He says, his Swedish accent laced with venom. "Will you be okay? Mr. Chair can take you. I really gotta go see what's happening." I nod as the Swede walks off, following the principal. Piggeh hands Pewdiepie his bag and Stephano hands him his reading glasses. He nods at them and gives each a fist bump before walking away. Immediately after he and the principal are out of sight, the students all start gossiping loudly, seeming to converse with everyone at once.

"Was that really Barrel?"

"Do you think Pewdiepie is alright?"

"I heard he went to jail, but his parents bailed him out!"

"Nah, you got it all wrong! He was sent to the asylum, but his parents bribed the doctors!"

A swarm of people walk up to me, circling me. I feel like a rat trapped by a bunch of alley cats. "Do you know Pewdiepie?" one girl asks. "What was that all about? Tell us everything!"

I feel claustrophobic as everyone pushes towards me and yells at me all at once. I need to get out of here, and fast, but there's no where to go. Suddenly, I see Mr. Chair push gently through the crowd towards me. He smiles and holds out his hand. "Grab on to my sleeves. I'm going to try to get you out of here." He says. I nod and grab on to the cuff of his sleeve. He takes a deep breath.

"Chair mode activate. BOOP."

Suddenly, it's like no one can even see us. People automatically part for us and everyone acts like we're not there. Finally, we manage to pull ourselves out of the sea of people. I smile at Mr. Chair.

"Thanks, friend. It was starting to feel a little crowded."

Mr. Chair grins. "No kidding. That was a pretty big audience."

"You said it, sir. What was that all about?" The whole scene was really confusing, and I want to make sense of the conflict between Pewdiepie and Barrel. Especially the part about barrel got expelled. But when Mr. Chair hesitates, I know I'm not going to get an answer.

"I'm sorry, Cry. I'd like to tell you, and Pewdiepie seems to really like you, but it's not my place to say. All I can tell you is that, a while ago, Pewdiepie and Barrel had a run in. It wasn't pleasant."

I want him to tell me more, but I understand. If Pewdiepie wants me to know, he'll tell me himself. For now, I just have to forget about it.

We continue walking until we come to a set of blue and red double doors. Mr. Chair gestures to them. "The gym's just through there. Try not to worry about Pewdie, he'll be fine. Just enjoy yourself, and make some new friends." He smiles warmly at me, and I nod and walk inside.