Chapter 1: Yeah
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“So, I guess we’re partners, huh?” Kylar and Jeffrey were grouped up for some shitty project that’ll turn out half assed and sloppy. “No shit, Sherlock. Read the fucking room with those Harry Potter ass glasses.” Kylar snapped back. Jeffery and kylar have an interesting relationship, but it’s mostly just mutual hate. Jeffery gets the most cliche high school bullying treatment. Getting shoved in lockers, doing peoples homework, getting his lunch stolen, all that shit. Sometimes the girls in his class like to write fake love letters and put them in his locker to mess with him. It’s all fun and games but to kylar this is like a long term goal. Jeffery has been jumped at least 5 times by kylar and his weird friends, each time his glasses broke and had to buy new ones. At this point he’s given up on keeping his glasses in one piece, which is why he’s considered using contact lenses. But regardless that won’t change the reality of the fact he’s a loser who jerks off to liveleak videos. “I think we should start on this part to get the hard work out of the way. It’ll be easier to relax if we get this over with.” Jeffery said, spit practically flying out of his mouth with every word cus he’s so LAMEEEE
“Let’s just google the answers, im not doing all that just to get a C-.” Kylar replied, using his iPod to watch fight videos in like 44FPS. “But that’s cheating! You won’t get anywhere in life if you cheat your way to the top. Smart kids like me will be successful!” Literally NO one cares about success. In the long run you’ll probably just be a degenerate with a drug problem, regardless if you study or not. Smart kids only get graduation certificates and a “good job” from their teachers. “You mistake black people for KitKat bars, getting an A- on a project doesn’t make you Albert Einstein. It’s the bare minimum.” Jeffery gritted his teeth. “That’s not the point—whatever. You’re gonna regret thinking like that in the future.” Wow, that’s definitely gonna inspire a deranged and illiterate teenager to actually try to succeed in life.
Chapter 2: Uh yeah
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Basically just a continuation of chapter 1 but the tags are actually used
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After a while of absolutely NOTHING, they got 1/4 of the project done. “Okay, that’s all I’m doing. Figure this shit out on your own.” Kylar said, putting a hand in his pocket. “Hey! You need to contribute to this project too!” Jeffery exclaimed, furrowing his eyebrows. Literally WHY would anyone wanna put effort into some random project that won’t have any impact on your life. “You need to contribute to getting over your lactation kink, you fucking weirdo.” Damn he got you there Jeffery. “Wha-where’d you get that information from??” “Nicole told me. Sucks to be you, coomer.” Jeffery was already frustrated from prior experience with kylar, but I guess today he wasn’t having it. “why am I always the punchline of everyone’s jokes?! It’s so annoying! Every day I get mocked and ridiculed just for being myself! If you were in my shoes you’d understand. But you’re just some meathead jock with no empathy!” Holy fuck bro it is not that deep. Ermmm D1 crashout alert😭😭😂🙏🙏 Then, Kylar SLAPPED Jeffery across the face, leaving a red mark. Look who’s the crashout now. Jeffery slightly touched the mark that was left on his cheek, tears pricking at the sides of his eyes. “Like Hellen Keller at an orgy, you don’t know who your fucking with.”
Ok that’s it idk I might add more stuff but I’m too tired rn