((AN:: Hello beautiful followers, people, and everything~! I'm trying right now to finish The Walking Dead and South Park, while writing out plots -3-. It gives me that inspiration and excitement to write; keep me on my toes. I still need to keep up on Mekakucity Actors also -3- if anyone knows these let's chat mkay? I don't own DTMG or anything (except Marjorie Ornoff, she's mine) And now, for what all you've been waiting for... Chapter 3 motherfuckas!))

Chapter 3: Bitches be Crazay

Spencer ran and ran down the hallways, counting every second. 'Oh man, and I'm on a fucking scholarship too! I can not believe this is happening right now. Are you fucking serious?' When he entered his next class, he opened the door, looked around for any of his pals. There weren't many people inside the room, and the only ones who were inside were females, and a few boys, which was odd. 'Hey, wait a minute. Why the fuck is there no one here. It's just filled with some chicks in here, and only two class is this?' Spencer took a seat, then proceeded to scramble around his backpack to look for his schedule. He finally found it inside his filming notebook, and let out a short breath. It read, 'Theater'. Spencer had to find a minute to register what the paper had shown him. 'I'm in... Theater?' Spencer gripped his schedule, finally realizing how he got stuck in theater. 'God damnit mom... I'm a grown ass man, I can't just do theater' He felt like the world was so wrong at the moment. He put his head down and tried to sleep away the nightmare.

Unknownst to him, Marjorie had sat next to him, fidgeting as always. She looked over to him, and copied what he was doing - laying his head down. Unfortunately, when she was about to put her head down, she may have taken it too seriously. She apparently banged her head against her table, and that awoke Spencer and caught the attention of a few other people in the classroom. Spencer look at her wide-eyed and said, "You're in this class too? Well, at least I'm not alone." he muttered the last part, but she heard it anyway. Marjorie couldn't make a reaction, much less answer Spencer's question. She sat there with a look of a deer caught in the headlights, frozen. Spencer tilted his head a little, and waved a hand in front of her face. "Gahh!" She yelped, flinching a bit. Spencer withdrew his hand from her face, confused.

"Hey, you ok Marjorie?" Spencer asked, slightly weirded out. "I...I.. I'm fine, don't worry about it." Marjorie gave a small smile, a look of uneasiness still on her face. "I'm just nervous around new people... or people in general... and socializing, never forget about the socializing." She shuddered, shaking a bit. "Spencer wanted to clear away the uneasiness she had, so he decided to create a new topic. "So, uhh, you're into theater?" Spencer questioned her,trying to make small talk. "Umm, yeah. I never expected you to be here though. What made you come here anyway? I thought you were into, ya know, the spooks stuff?" she said, her head tilted to the side."Yeah, I'm into that. It's just that my mom must've signed me up for this. During registrtion, and stuff... But at least you're here though, or else I would have been here with no one to chat with!" Spencer exclaimed, a grin on his face. A small blush appeared on Marjorie's face, stunned. "Y-you really mean that?" She asked. Spencer nodded, which made the smile on her face seem brighter. "Oh, thank God, I've never been told I was wanted anywhere, so thanks." She replied, fiddling with her hands.

The teacher appeared at the door, making an exciting entrance. She was about 5'5", wearing extravegant clothing, with a light lillac top with a dark purple collar. She wore a yellow boa, fluffy like a puffed up parrot. She wore a skirt that had was knee-length, colored rose. "Good moooooooooooooorning students! Well, isn't this a wonderful day?" At that moment, a lightning struck, followed by a thunderous sound in the background. "Uhh, oh well." She shrugged her shoulders, and went on to focusing on her students. "Let's begin the introdutions, shall we? Everyone!"She shouted. Everyone stood up straight. "Stand up, and starting from this student," she pointed towards a student near the door, "you will introduce yourself, tell anything about yourself, and say anything you want at the end; be it a quote from an inspirational author, writer, a name, or description of anything!"

After all the introductions have been made, in which Spencer found out that Rajeev had been a part of this class, just in the designers' class. The teacher said, "Alrighty then, I think we've taken up enough time for introductions, so let's get started! We have the Theater group, and designers' class. How about y'all get into groups of 3 and start designing clothes and sketches together? In two weeks time, I want the hard copies of your assignment. Your assignment will be in groups of three, and you will create a sketchplay. The designers will create the outfits, and the theater people will be acting it out. All three will work together on the scenery and this will be a great time to get to know how to use teamwork, creativity, and joyous moments in time! Your inspriration may come from anything and anywhere, whether your idea came from a book, a movie, or you just thought of it while inside the bathroom. You may all choose your partners, children." She then put her legs upon her table and pulled out a magazine from her drawers and began to browse the reading material, while whispering some side comments, such as, "Ugh, that top with that skirt? Burn it honey." or "Damn, sugar baby gotta sweeeeet bootay," Luckily, only students from the front seats heard parts of what she was muttering about.

Spencer looked over to Marjorie, and they both had a silent agreement that they were the obvious group members. Spencer looked over to Rajeev, who was trying to score some chicks while on the assignment, but failed miserably. Rajeev finally saw Spencer and waved to him, walking towards Spencer and Marjorie. "Dang man, where'd you find this lovely lady?~" Rajeev flirted, with a wink in the end. Spencer said, "This is Marjorie Ornoff. She's also new here dingdong." Marjorie looked down, huffed once, and looked up. She had, yet again, changed personalities, from a shy girl, to whatever she had in store. "Umm, sorry buddy, you're not my type. I tend to go for... actually nothing." She finished, scratching her head. "What do ya mean Marjorie?" Spencer and Rajeev asked at the same time.

"Well, I'm asexual. Duh~" Marjorie stuck out her tongue. "It's kinda like, I'm mentally attracted to both guys AND girls, but I don't really wanna be in a hardcore relationship with that person, y'kno? I can think about wanting to have sex with someone I'm attracted to, but when it comes to that I don't wan to. Almost like, you see these awesome toys (no, Rajeev, not sex toys, thank you very much) and you want them, as in a lot (Rajeev, shut the fuck up or I'll make you) but you don't really need them. Does that make sense?" She concluded, her breathes short. "Yeah, so that means you're mentally bi and physically asexual?" She tapped her finger on her chin, and said, "Yea, that about sums it up. Now let's get to work groupies!" They all cheered.

Billayyy Joe Cobraa~~

I cruised down the halls after departing from Spencer. 'He's a cool kid, might even make it in this big town. With me next to him.' Billy was feeling... more happier then usual. He always thought school was predictable, that it was so boring and was used as a gambling ticket to find your way into the cruel business world of reality. I looked at my schedule, which was made by my manager. My parents thought of this as an investment, a chance to create more money, which I really didn't mind. As long as I could do what I wanted.

"Heeey, Billy; didn't know you were in this class, too man." An old friend since kindergarden, Jason McLanis, waved to him with a lazy smile. Billy gave a soft smile to him in return. They bumped fists, ending with a, "Brooooo," that slowly died out. "Hell, it was kinda obvious though man." Billy replied to him, grinning a smile that two friends could only share. "Yeah, but your voice is like, an angel's man, all chicks of all ages and sizes dig it." He pulled out a magazine from his violet jacket. "You're all over the magazines bromie, ALL OVER IT! Do you know how many chicks want you!? Even guys think you're hot." Jason kept ranting on and on,with Billy nodding his head. "Dude, I know lots of people are attracted to me. I can't just pick and go, eenie meenie minie moe dude. It has to come inside me,"In which Billy proceeded to dramatically raise his fists and close his eyes, head down, continuing,".. inside da soul,". Billy pulled his fists down, eyes opened as if seeing a new light, and with his chest in the air.

"Yeash, ok man." Jason rolled his eyes. At that moment, the teacher walked in, signaling the class to return to their seats. The teacher said in a normal, yet strong voice. It was as if she was singing, but you could tell right away that it was her normal voice. "Hello, students. As you know, this is voice lessons, and lyric writings. We must get to know each other, to have an efficient " The teacher introduced herself by rapping her name, which was Ms. Cynthania, and a little introduction about herself. She then said to the class that for the new students, they are the ones who introduce themselves first, with a twist. They could introduce themselves as normal people, or have a jammin' beat int he background. Ms. Cynthiana put out some CD's Some were a bit dazed because they couldn't believe they got into the same class as Billy Joe Cobra; like how did that happen. Some did in rock, pop, street rap, and classical. One did in an anime opening theme in Ms. Cynthiana's old CD, just for the heck of it.

"Now, we can introduce the old students! Now, for those who have been in this class before, stand up and introduce yourself. You can do it in groups, or by yourself, or in groups of two." Billy looked over to Jason, who was hitting on a group of girls to do a number with him. Billy then winked at a group of boys and girls. "Hey, I'll lead, and you guys look pretty." The group of students, with a number of 4, was still amazed by his sleek black hair, beautiful eyes and rockin' bod. "Ok class, who would like to start?" She pointed to Billy's group. "Oh, why don't you guys start, huns?" She pulled out a box of CDs and held it out. Billy's hand rustled around the box till he found a dance-pop CD. He looked at the songs on the back, and found the beat in his head. "Huddle up peeps!" He called to his mates and whispered his plan. They all looked at each other, and nodded. They got into position, and Billy did his part, then the others. The teacher clapped her hands, and bravo'd their act. Billy watched as the others did their singing and introductions.

Now that the itroductions were over, Ms. Cynthiana clapped her hands at the last performance. "Good job class! Now, I'll go and distribute your textbooks, CDs and lyric notebook. This notebook will be for your inspirations, creativity, and maybe even some Platinum hits, guys!" She winked at her students, and gave out her homework. "Now, your take home assignment is to find your inner feeling this week, before our next meeting. You have to write at least 2 verses with a chorus. You can pair up with someone, work alone, but only make your group until 5, people! Ok, you all go out and enjoy your next period, everyone!" The clas cheered, collected their things and exited the room.

((AN:: Oh, our third chapter~ sorry I didn't update as quick; my parents' are trying to cut down my time on the computer :( not to mention the agonizing writer's block. Billy's part was the hardest to make of; he doesn't have many people to base on as friends. Also, I think the next chapter is when Billy notices Spencer's diary, and said metion of it. Anyways, R&R people, I'm counting on you, and if you act quick, you'll get an imaginary Billy, Spencer, or even both!))