((AN::)) Hi~ Next chapter here :3 Pretty cool to be updating a lot; I hope I can countinue this, since it summer time! Welp, here it is! ((In any case, if you hadn't noticed it IS rated T for a reason, AKA swearing,MAYBE sexual puns, but ya know, whatever comes I'll check)) Oh and there's gonna be an OC alert! Don't hate mkay?
Chapter two: I Don't Give Two Shits Who You are
It was about to be 9:00AM at the BBHGA and almost all of the students were in their respective classrooms, making out, or smoking weed in the bathroom. But everyone always wondered where Billy Joe Cobra went. He always went missing, and when he was seen, he was with his "groupies", which just involved a bunch or snotty rich kids trying to suck up to him. They never really had any real relationship; it was kinda mutual. That those kids just wanted to be with someone hot, and Billy. God knows why he let them stay with him.
Billy emerged from another secret entrance from, this time, the cafeteria meat locker. Luckily, the lunch ladies were out cleaning the dishes from the breakfast time. Billy took a look around the huge cafeteria, which catered 5 buffet tables with a different cuisine on the left side of the cafeteria, which was near the exit to the hallways. 'If i could just sneak pass these grandmas, go behind a couple of tables, hide behind the Mexican cuisine buffet, i can make it to class on time and be home free!' He went through his plan again, positioned, and when the lunch ladies wen to the back to change uniform, Billy dashed towards the nearest blue table, rolled behind the buffet table, and crouched near the exit door. 'Success,' he thought to himself.
He exited the cafeteria and, with schedule inside his backpack, began to roam while looking inside his backpack for his printed out guide, which contained his subjects, schedule, locker and locker combination. 'Hmm, my first subject's Acting, in room 123; coolio'.
The school works in a different way from other schools. The school days were divided by academics and the student's special talents. Talents could range from sports, smarts, arts, food, and smaller and rare talents, such as magic, woodcrafting, sewing, and even circuses and some point. Sometimes, to further introduce the students to more peers, the classes would combine with other classes. For example, dance class could combine classes with the rock music class. Baking class would go with designing classes. This was made to educate, familiarize, and socialize with other different students around the campus. But because of the classes combining and such, there are fewer classrooms, but the classrooms were huge. It could fit about 50 people, and extra desks could be found inside the closets. Academic days were all on schedule, like any normal school.
The rockstar entered the room with at least 10 minutes to spare. Not even the teacher was there; they came about 5 minutes for the students to settle in. By that time they should already be prepared for the students. He sat down next to the window, near the end of the classroom. The classroom was pretty brodacious; the chairs had thin faux fur and the desks had holders, places for paper, erasers, etc. The desks even had moniters on the desks, their screens facing upward towards the ceiling. The top of the room held a projector, and the teacher's desk was next to the board, which could slide into a blackboard, a whiteboard, or another whiteboard specifically for the projector. Almost all of the students were inside, only one missing stuent.
The Cobra went to go flirt with some chicks, even some guys if he was swingin' that way right now. He started out by winking at some chicks, making sure everyone knew he was hot shit. Everyone knew who he was. Everyone inside, outside of school. Even people outside of the freaking country knew him. He had become popular just by a single song he wrote 'Loving You Is Easy'. It was just ONE song and he had skyrocketed. Next thing he knew he had a hit album, starred in a 5 star movie, and won karate tournaments. He was enjoying the whole thing, the ladies, the money, the fans, everything! But to be honest with himself, he wasn't getting any REAL friends. And this school year, he wanted something different from what he was already used to. Maybe even meet new people outside of school who didn't know him. 'Yep, it's good to be back at school,' he thought to himself bitterly, knowing that he had a rep to keep up. His stubborn personality wouldn't budge at all, even for the smoothest and creamiest peanut butter in the world.
*~Spencer's turn folks!~*
After going and getting everything he needed, he took a look at his schedule. His first subject was Filming Class. He had to get to Room 123 with another class. He apparently had a class with the Acting Class. The school seemed to morph their classes into one. He sat two rows at the back of the room, out of 6 rows. He occupied the desk in front of Billy's, in which Spencer had no idea at the time. He took out his notebook for his script writing and started to create different plots, ranging from zombies, supernatural, and plain gore. The began how a young boy was around in an old house, in a post-apocolyptic world where 2/5ths of the human population was already dead, by zombies.
The teacher enter the classroom with a huge smile on her face. "Good morning students! It seems we have new students today, and about 5 of them! Why don't we start with..." And this went on for a few minutes with an introduction, a little about themselves, and their hobbies. Spencer heard a, "...rjorie Ornoff, why don't you go up and introduce yourself to the class, hun?" Spencer looked up from his script to find that Marjorie had actually been a new student. 'But isn't she the one who helped me get around this place?' He thought to himself,but decided to ask her later during lunch.
"Uhh...Grah..." Marjorie gulped and looked around nervously. She was twitching and rubbing her knuckles with an inhuman speed. Her eyes met Spencer, and with a deep breath, she suddenly had a look of fierce intimidation and self confidence. "Hey, everyone, my name is Marjorie," she put one hand on her hip and ran her hair through her wild hair. "What you lame-butts need to know about me is none of your concern. I'm 15, get that through your fat heads. I like to do acting, and if you want to hate me, go ahead. I don't give two shits about you. If you wanna talk, we'll talk. It just depends how long you'll last~." She gave a bow to the crowd and asked the teacher if she could go to the bathroom. The teacher just nodded in shock, still frozen by the tall student's introduction. "Um, alrighty class, it's time to introduce Mason Porthole..."
Spencer mentally timeskipped till it was his turn... Which resulted to his teacher calling his name about a hundred times. "Well, Spencer, since the class knows your name from me by saying it so many times, why don't you go up and introduce yourself?" Spencer internally groaned and forced himself to the front of the class. He could see that Marjorie had returned from the bathroom, now looking timid, but not as bad as before. 'Wow, she must have really been nervous,' He thought. "Well, I like to go on the internet, make short horror films, and I'm totally into horror. Kay, bye." He was about to get the hell back to his seat till a voice rang out. "What kinds of horror you like, Bromeo?" A deep voice traveled into Spencer's ears. It was some kid that sat behind him. Lots of the girls and boys had gasped and whispered amoungst themselves; too quiet for Spencer to hear. Spencer was about to answer him when the teacher interrupted the two. "Now, now, we're already behind schedule. Now, I'm going to give out your textbooks students. If you'd just come up when I call you..." By then Spencer had already gone back to his seat and gave a huge sigh.
"C'mon, don't leave me hangin' brotaco," The guy behind him called out. "Umm, dude, I don't even know you." Spencer said to him, kind of creeped out. He was beginning to question the reason why he took this seat. The Cobra was completely speechless for five seconds, which involved him questioning everything in his life. He then proceeded to grab a piece of scratch paper and furiously scribble on it. He then tapped Spencer on the shoudler and gave it to him. Spencer almost dropped it, which would have been bad news. Their teacher hated it when her students littered, even inside the classroom. The piece of paper read, 'HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM BROMAN?' Spencer blankly stared at the paper, flipped it over, and wrote something back. He then proceeded to face Billy, with a poker face, and give him the piece of paper. Spencer didn't even wait for a reaction; he just went on continuing his script. The BJC saw the paper, and nearly fainted. It read, 'Sorry dude, maybe the things you do aren't what I'm into.'
Billy was completely astonished. This had never happened before; a person not knowing who he was. He was always surrounded by peeps who knew him. 'Well, I'm gonna make that change.' He thought to himself. He took out another piece of scratch paper and wrote something one it, with a better handwriting. 'Sorry Bro-loco, didn't mean that. I'm Billy Joe Cobra. Nice to meet you dude!" Billy slipped the paper over Spencer's shoulder and let it fall into his lap. Spencer picked up the paper, and replied with a, 'No problem man, I'd introduce myself, but I think you've heard enough of my name after our teacher called me like a million times.' Spencer brought the paper back to Billy without turning his head. Billy replied with, 'Nah, it's chill bro. You never answered my question back there. What kinds of horror you into, bro? I'm not all much of a fan of the heebie-jeebies, but I'd be interested if I got to know you more, Bromeo!' Billy was about to call Spencer's attention when he realized he was gone from his seat. Billy looked around with hawk's eyes around the classroom, frantically searching for his new bro. 'Where'd he go? I don't understand; he's supposed to be in front of me. He's not near the closet, or the door, or near any seat!? Where the fuck was he?' Billy's appearance was starting to worry his fangirls/boys; his brows furrowing, pupils undilated, his lips turning white. Billy finally put his head on his desk, arms over his head, and paper in his hand.
Spencer was actually called by his teacher to recieve his textbooks and filming equiptment, like a small microphone that could be attached to a shirt, a camcorder,and their cleaning kits, which were inside a bag they provided. Spencer dragged his bag to his desk, and gave a short huff. 'This shit's really heavy; how am I supposed to get this around the school?' Spencer stopped to observe his surroundings. Which actually meant looking at Billy, who looked so pathetic at this time. Spencer sat down, and whispered to Billy, "Hey dude, are you asleep?" Billy jolted up, a huge smile on his face, shaking his head yes. He then gave his note and fiddled with his hands. This went on for the rest of the period, and soon it was time for them to depart.
"Soo, umm, I'll see ya around Billy," Spencer said, kinda feeling glad he had a friend that was kinda here at the school for a long time. "Hell yea bromaster, we'll meet up sometime, kay? And I gotta get to class; last year I was always late for this teacher's classes. Dunno why though." Billy replied, a smile on his face. Spencer returned the smile with a smirk, saying "Don't you try and be late; you don't need the teachers thinking you're a complete douchebag," Billy puffed his chest out proudly, "...you're only 56% douchebag!" Spencer joked, earning a sudden glare from the Cobra, who playfully gave Spencer a noogie. "Now go to class already Cobro, you're gonna be late, and so am I! God damnit Billy, we need to go NOW!" Spencer shoved Billy off of him, the popstar still laughing. "Alright brominus, see ya!" They went their separate ways, and Spencer was sure as hell ready for his next class.
((AN:: this is the second chapter; isn't this great? I'm so excited to be writing this fanfic; I'm happu everyone has taken interest. Thanks for all who followed, and favorited this story. I haven't said this in the first chapter because I'm still kinda new at this whole writing fanfictions thing, but I'm gonna say it now: Don't forget to rate and review fellas!))
-K0n0haSama out!