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Gumball woke up at the same time as he did yesterday, although he felt a whole lot more refreshed.
When he was getting ready for his day, he had thought about the possibility of his day today being very different than what it was yesterday, as well.
Gumball had figured by now that he was the new gossip, and was becoming very well-known for his audition. He had guessed that his performance was the only one that the people in the auditorium really enjoyed. He had noticed himself that a lot of the people that were trying out weren't really that good, and he felt bad for making that comment.
Gumball also figured that he was now loved or hated by a lot of people now.
That answer was soon answered by the time that he had gotten to school.
Gumball had barely entered the school's campus before someone had already called his name.
"Gumball!" Someone said from behind him. Gumball turned around to see the purple-haired jock that he had seen yesterday sneak into that classroom. Until now, Gumball had not remembered the images that he had created from when he saw the jock and the girl go into the classroom. Soon, they had come flooding back, and Gumball had to shake his head to get rid of them yet again, pushing them to a dark corner in his mind so it could never be seen again.
"Hello." Gumball said.
"Oh my glob, like, your voice is so totally amazing, too." the jock said.
"Pardon me, but I don't believe that I have know your name." Gumball said sweetly. He gave a smile to add to the effect.
The jock grinned widely before saying, "Just call me, like, LSP."
Gumball had noticed that LSP had a very feminine posture for someone like him, and spoke a lot like a valley girl. LSP reminded Gumball of the snobby popular girls that were at his old school. He pushed that thought aside as well.
"totally amazing, too?" Gumball asked.
"Oh my glob, do you not know how popular you are? Like, you totally owned the auditions yesterday, and when people went to find you, you practically went poof! A ton of people were trying to find you. Even, like, two teachers! You made a globbin' frenzy yesterday! That reminds me, how old are you?" LSP finished.
"Um… what?" Gumball asked, trying to piece together all that LSP had said.
"Like, seriously, you look like you're 13 or something. So, how old are you?"
Gumball crossed his arms and leaned on one leg. "What happens if I don't tell you?"
"Then I'm going to assume that you are 13."
Gumball huffed. "Fine. I'm 15."
"What year are you in."
"Like I would ever tell you." Gumball said.
"Sophomore?"
"No."
"Freshman? Did you get held back or something?"
"No!"
A voice sounded from behind Gumball. "He's a Junior, Lumps."
Gumball turned around and sighed in relief when he saw Marshall, who was walking up to the two teens. Gumball turned back to face LSP, who had gone a little pale and was wide-eyed.
LSP swallowed. "H-hey Gumball, are you, like, friends with him?" LSP nodded towards Marshall.
Gumball turned around to see Marshall giving him a cocky smirk. Half of Gumball wanted to slap that smirk off of his face, and the other half wanted to smile in return.
Gumball turned again to face the flamboyant teen and said, "I guess so, yeah." Gumball shrugged before he began walking towards Marshall. LSP, however, grabbed onto his arm, preventing him from doing so.
"Gumball, could you, like, wait here for a second so I can ask you something?"
Gumball glared daggers into the jock holding onto his arm. Gumball thought for a second, then huffed and said that he would.
Marshall clapped a hand on Gumball's shoulder. "See you in homeroom, yeah?"
Gumball nodded in response, and watched as the Vampire King walked into the classroom.
Gumball sighed. 'I'd rather go and talk with him compared to him.' Gumball thought bitterly. He turned to see the teen that he wanted to get away from faster than anything before was looking as though on the verge of fangirling. Gumball sent him a questioning as to why.
"You two are so globbin' cute together! When did you hook up?"
The remark caught Gumball off guard. "Um… Excuse me?"
"Well, you two are, like, a couple, yeah? When did you hook up?" LSP repeated the question. He had somehow managed to fish out his phone and was tapping furiously on it.
"We are not a couple, and we only met yesterday. Please tell me that wasn't what you wanted to ask me. If it is, I'd rather be on my way to homeroom." Gumball said, slightly annoyed.
"Oh, no. That, like, totally wasn't it. It's just… Nevermind. I need to tell you something." LSP put his phone back into his jacket pocket, then leaned in and got relatively quiet. "I need to you something about one of the teachers that were looking for you after your audition." LSP stood up and crossed his arms.
"Which teacher?" Gumball thought that LSP was warning him about a teacher.
"Ricardio." LSP responded.
"Yeah, what about him?" Gumball asked.
"You know him?"
"Yeah, he's my math teacher. What about him?"
"Well, I was just going to say that you should probably, like, be careful around him because he;s totes gay."
Gumball scoffed. "Just because I'm his gender type does not mean that he is into me specifically. You should worry the same thing about yourself if you're so bent out of shape because of that."
"He's, like a pedophile, too."
'Okay, that changes matters drastically.'
"Wait… You're being serious about this?"
"Totes serious."
Gumball sighed. "That wasn't actually a question as it was a statement. Can I go now?"
"No, I have one more question." LSP held a rather pudgy finger.
"Fine. Shoot." Gumball said, his arms crossed and gaze radiating annoyance.
"Geez, like, calm down. It's just a question. So, are you, like, gay or something?" LSP asked.
Gumball didn't answer the question, and just walked past the purple-haired teen and into the school.
When Gumball walked into Homeroom, he saw Marshall sitting in the same spot as yesterday. Gumball walked up to him and sat in the same spot as he did the day before, as well.
Marshall looked over as he walked up. "Did the Gossip King get the scoop he wanted?"
"LSP is the Gossip King?" Gumball asked. Marshall nodded in reply, and with little thought, the interaction that he had with the jock earlier made a whole lot more sense with this new form of information.
"So, what did you tell Lumps?" Marshall asked.
"That you and I are not a couple. Other than that, he was telling me stuff." Gumball thought for a second, confirming that was all of the important stuff that he had told the purple jock.
Marshall, on the other hand, had now burst out laughing. A few people looked over at the Vampire King, before shrugging and going back to their social group.
"What's so funny?" Gumball asked.
"Lumps thought that we were together? That's ridiculous!" Marshall said between laughs. What he said pluck the wrong chords in Gumball's heart, but he pushed it aside before he could dwell on it.
Marshall had stopped laughing, and he had his voice get quieter. "Honestly, he of all people should have a clear idea of my track record. Doesn't he realize anything about how I treat others?"
"What is a bloody track record?!" Gumball asked.
"'Bloody?' Are you British now, or something?"
Gumball huffed. "That's not the point!"
Marshall sighed, shrugged, then leaned back in his chair. "Ask your friends about it at lunch if you are so intent on knowing. I'm not telling you."
Gumball glared at Marshall. He sighed before digging in his bag for a stack of papers that he had printed earlier. They were all of the classwork sheets he would be needing for the day. He started on his math work, seeing that it was the only that he hadn't done yet.
Marshall peered over at what he was doing and asked, "So, whatcha doin'?"
"Today's math work that we need to turn in today. I want to see if I could get tomorrow's from Ricardio so I can finish that to when we're in class."
"Do you just happen to have access to all of the teacher's assignments they are going to give the students?" Marshall asked.
Gumball shrugged. "I have my people on the inside that get the work for me."
"How did you just turn probably the nerdiest thing that I have ever heard in my life into something that sounds like it could be in a super badass spy movie?"
"Language."
"You're not my parent."
"Not your mother?" Gumball asked with his eyebrow raised.
"You're not my mother."
"Really? How can you be this immature?" Gumball asked as he scribbled down on his paper.
"I'm not immature, I'm eccentric." Marshall said defensively.
Gumball gave him a questioning glare before going back to his problems. Marshall was staring very intently at Gumball, and it made the pink teen generally nervous.
"What do you do in your classes if you have all of the work done already?" Marshall asked.
"Depending on the teacher, I could either have a free period during that time, or do whatever I want when I'm in their class. That being said, It depends on the lesson, too. Say if we had a lab in Chemistry, I would have to stay for that to make sure my partner doesn't blow something up."
"Of all the things you're worried about, You are concerned for the kid who mixed the wrong mixtures."
"Chemical fires are a huge danger! Depending on the chemical, You could literally create a bomb in Chemistry class!" Gumball said defensively.
"That sounds fun. Tell me how to do it!" Marshall said.
"Not in a million years." Gumball replied.
Gumball picked up his work, and made sure that he had written everything that he needed down.
"Hey…"
"Shush up, I need to check my work." Gumball cut Marshall off.
"I thought you were still working on it."
Gumball held the paper up to show Marshall the back page. "I've finished it, already." He deadpanned.
Gumball watched Marshall stare at the paper wide-eyed before stuttering out, "Bu… B… How?!" Marshall made an attempt to grab the paper, to which Gumball promptly raised it over his head and away from the teen.
"You are not going to touch this. You need to do the work all by yourself." Gumball said.
"Who said I was going to copy off of you? Now come on, I want to see the first question and see if I get it right." Marshall stood up to try and grab the paper from Gumball's hand, and succeeded in doing so. He flipped to the front, and stared at it intently for about a minute, before giving Gumball an explanation of how to answer the problem. To Gumball's surprise, he had actually gotten it right.
Marshall handed the paper back and said, "See, I didn't cheat off of you. YOu can put more faith in me than that." Marshall gave a lopsided smile. It faltered for a brief second, then fell away and was set to a somber look. "Why did you assume that I was going to cheat off of you?"
"Can't a nerd like me think that when sitting next to a bad boy who has questionable work ethic?" Gumball asked.
'What is he trying to get at?' Gumball thought.
"Well, if you knew this school, nerds are the ones that bully, not the jocks. Yeah, it happens on occasions, but you see more of the nerds being in charge. I don't normally see a nerd on their knees and giving their work to another peer." Marshall stared into Gumball's eyes. His eyes widened a little.
"What now?" Gumball asked.
"Your eyes. They're purple."
"Yeah. So?" Gumball said.
"Oh… Um.. it's nothing."
People had begun packing up, and Marshall and Gumball followed suit. They both said their goodbyes before setting off to their respective classrooms.
There we go! I have no idea what I should say.
By the way. I've recently written a oneshot called "I Won't Forget You" that some of you might like! Check it out if you want.
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