D-DAY
After a minute or so, the door opens and everyone directs their attention to the newcomer.
"Alright everyone. Thommo is sick, so I'll be babysitting for today."
The familiarity of the voice struck you like lightning, and you did a double take to make sure you weren't imagining things. "Bryce?" you call out in near shock. As if on cue, Dean groans from the front of the classroom at the sight of his brother. "AYYYYYYYE," Brandon yells.
Bryce strolls leisurely across the classroom to the front desk. "Yes, it is I," he says with flare, his words directed towards you and the two other nimrods. "Don't ask me why the hell I'm here as your guys' sub. I don't know either." He sets down a stack of papers onto the desk and addresses the class. "Hello everyone. I'm Mr. Ford and I will be your substitute teacher for today," he sighs groggily. Wonder who forced him into this job (lmao definitely not me, the writer of this bullshit parade). Bryce glances over the papers and a grin spreads over his face. "Well isn't this exciting. You guys are getting a new transfer student today." He glances to the window in the door, revealing an empty hallway. "Huh. Seems like she isn't here right now"
You immediately perk up at the mention of a new transfer student. He couldn't possibly mean...
The classroom immediately breaks out into excited whispers. You can practically hear Mylan internally fangirling in her desk a couple rows away. Dean and Brandon are both hyping each other up, laughter erupting between the two while looking in your direction.
There's no fucking way. This can't be happening.
"Alright everyone. Thommo is sick, so I'll be babysitting for today."
The familiarity of the voice struck you like lightning, and you did a double take to make sure you weren't imagining things. "Bryce?" you call out in near shock. As if on cue, Dean groans from the front of the classroom at the sight of his brother. "AYYYYYYYE," Brandon yells.
Bryce strolls leisurely across the classroom to the front desk. "Yes, it is I," he says with flare, his words directed towards you and the two other nimrods. "Don't ask me why the hell I'm here as your guys' sub. I don't know either." He sets down a stack of papers onto the desk and addresses the class. "Hello everyone. I'm Mr. Ford and I will be your substitute teacher for today," he sighs groggily. Wonder who forced him into this job (lmao definitely not me, the writer of this bullshit parade). Bryce glances over the papers and a grin spreads over his face. "Well isn't this exciting. You guys are getting a new transfer student today." He glances to the window in the door, revealing an empty hallway. "Huh. Seems like she isn't here right now"
You immediately perk up at the mention of a new transfer student. He couldn't possibly mean...
The classroom immediately breaks out into excited whispers. You can practically hear Mylan internally fangirling in her desk a couple rows away. Dean and Brandon are both hyping each other up, laughter erupting between the two while looking in your direction.
There's no fucking way. This can't be happening.