A/N: Hi, everyone! I just wanted to say that I will not be continuing this story. It's been a long time since I last updated and I have generally lost interest in continuing this story. It's been almost six years, guys! I can't bring myself to delete this story because it's one of the very first ones that I ever published on FF (and it always cracks me up when I read it), and I noticed that a few people favorited it (I really don't want to delete a fav of anyone's).

Annnnyways, below I have written a pseudo final chapter for Schooled. A lot of things will be missing between the last chapter (Chapter 9) and this one, but you can use your imagination to come up with all the things these guys have been through over the past 6 years.

I can't believe these guys went to high school for SIX years… XD

The Final Chapter

Yaoi School was hard on everyone. It was a grueling… six years of tireless study and effort but, in the end, it all paid off. Each student to Yaoi School walked across the stage for their diploma, the embroidered paper that declared them to be experts in the art of looooove. The teachers stood off to the side of the stage, wiping the tears away from their eyes as they watched their (now much older) pupils finish their education.

The principle herself trembled as she handed each student their diploma. She missed a few times when trying to hand over the paper because the damn tears in her eyes made it extremely difficult to see. Taylor looked positively wrecked in each picture that the professional photographer took for each student.

Vice President Amanda stood beside Taylor, occasionally patting her shoulder to encourage her to not break down in front of the graduates. Amanda looked a little disheartened, but she was definitely keeping it together better than her friend.

"WHY THE HELL AM I STILL HERE!?" A voice yelled over the beautiful moment.

In an instant, Taylor's face went from sorrowful joy, to devilish delight. She laughed and gestured over to the side of the stage for the last two students to come forward.

There, strapped to a dolly being pushed by none other than Sasuke Uchiha, was…

Brandon.

He cursed the entire way up the stage and struggled with his bindings. Sasuke, however, just yawned.

"Oh, Brandon, " Taylor chastised. "I can't believe we're actually going to let you graduate. I mean, you were the BEST yaoi student we could have ever asked for. A shining star! A MODEL student for everyone to ASPIRE to be! I'm just not sure HOW this school can go on without you!"

"That's total bull crap! No matter what I did, you would always show up to class and force the teachers to give me an A++++++. This is NOT how a normal school works!"

Taylor grinned down at him as Amanda handed Sasuke his diploma. The principal mockingly tapped her chin in thought, "Really? Is he accusing ME of falsifying his grades?" She asked her friend.

Amanda smiled, "I certainly hope not. You were the fairest and kindest principal who never hit anyone with a heavy object, ever. I simply can't imagine anyone saying such lies about you."

"I knooooow, right?"

Brandon huffed, clearly displeased with how sarcastic his friends were being.

"Well, Brandon, far be it from ME to hold a grudge. Even though you slandered my good name during graduation day, I will still hand you your diploma with a smiiiiile on MAH FACE!"

Taylor gave the professional photographer the brightest smile she could as she gently folded Brandon's diploma into one of his bindings. She was sure that the photo would make an excellent picture for Brandon's mother to hang on her wall.

Amanda waved the last two students off, and now it was just her and Principal Taylor left on stage.

The graduates seated below looked up at their principals with a mixture of hope, happiness, and relief (and rage, on Brandon's part. Lots and lots of rage).

Taylor and Amanda, along with many other Yaoi School faculty members, gave heartwarming speeches of encouragement and goodbyes. When all was said and done, the sappy graduation music played over the speakers once more, signaling the students to rise from their seats and exit the room in an orderly fashion.

It was an amazing moment that was only made greater by the delicious sound of Brandon still cursing as he was dragged outside.

As the last student walked out of the room, the remaining faculty knew: Yaoi School was over. The sappy music continued to play. It was hopeful and uplifting; reminding everyone that it wasn't just the end… it was the beginning of something far greater.

College.

A/N: Just kidding! There isn't going to be a Yaoi College fanfiction gong up on my page any time soon. I just thought that it would make a funny joke. It was funny, right?

… Well, I laughed.

Oh my gosh… this story, I swear. Looking back at it now and reading through all the chapters, I can't help but feel a mix of happiness, embarrassment, and pride all at once. I mean, come on! This story was a real trip for me. It's kind of embarrassing to have such a poorly written story on my page, but it always makes me laugh when I think back to when I wrote it and what I wrote in it. A lot of my stories from 07-09 were pretty terrible, but this one holds a special place in my heart. If you're reading this, I want to thank you for sticking with me all this time. It's been a great ride.

Have a good one!