The Next Day » Math Class

"So, did you find anything out last night?" Shannon asks. "Yes," I reply, "but not much. I just found out he doesn't want to tell me or the 'special person' yet." "At least you now know more than you did at this time yesterday," Shannon says. She always finds the bright side of things.

"Yeah," I sigh, "I'll see you after math, okay?" "Okay," she says, "be good." "I will," I reply. She then walks off to her class. I walk towards Mr. Simmons' classroom.

"Hello, Jeydon," he says as I walk in. "Hello," I reply. I walk to my seat, which is next to Kyle. "It's about time you made it," Kyle says. "Kyle, I'm not late. No one else is in here. Chill," I reply. "That's the point!" Kyle exclaims, "Mr. Simmons has been glaring at me this whole time!"

"Why?" I ask. "I may or may not have forgotten my homework," Kyle says with a forced smile. "You're dead," I tell him, "Dead. As dead as MCR." "I knew you'd say that," Kyle replies, "don't fuck with my emo feels!" He whispers the last part.

"That's the cringiest thing I have ever heard," I tell him. "Haha, sorry not sorry," he replies.

Soon, more students enter the classroom. Most of them enter in groups, others enter alone. Mr. Simmons greets everyone of them as if he's everyone's favorite teacher. He most definitely is not.

"Hey, good luck, Kyle!" One of Kyle's friends say. I don't recognize him. "Shut up, Barry!" Kyle replies. He then turns to me, "Well he's lovely." "I guess. Good luck," I reply. "Thanks," Kyle says, "I know you mean it." "Of course I do," I say with a smile.

"Good afternoon, class," Mr. Simmons says as he stands in front of us all. "I'm sure you're excited for today!" I decide to tune the rest of his speech out and begin writing the lyrics to "Death Is a Party, Invite All Your Friends" by Palaye Royale on my binder.

Death is a party, invite all your friends

And I've got lost on the way
She calls my name
Heaven life in the Holy day
They know my way
Nature boys they think the same
We're going today
Celebrate the trip of the day—

"Jeydon," Mr. Simmons says and I jump. I wasn't listening to him at all. "What was the answer to number four?" He asks. "Uh... 90.2?" I reply in a questioning tone.

"Correct, so you are listening. In that case, would you like to tell the class what we're talking about?'" Mr. Simmons replies. "No sir," I say. "Okay. Bring me what you were working on at the end of class," Mr. Simmons says. At least I wasn't writing the lyrics to "Mr. Doctor Man."

Forty-five minutes later, class is over. I take my binder to Mr. Simmons. He reads the lyrics on it. "Hmm, good taste in music, kid. Just don't do something like this again or I'll have to take away a privilege or two," he says. I nod, "It won't happen again, I promise." I take my binder and walk out of the classroom.

It's a good thing promises were meant to be broken...

(A/N: This story is no longer on hold but it will have slow updates. I'm very sorry!)