Unintended
Yer Boi
Nash shut his locker just as the bell rang, checked his schedule to see where he was even supposed to go. Chemistry. He strode into the class, an easy grin on his face. He looked around the room and saw a few people that he remembered from last year, as well as quite a few new ones. Ethan was in the class too, which was odd, considering he was a senior, and this class was for juniors. He sat beside Zoey, waving slightly. "Hey! It's been a while, eh?" He said, making sure the teacher wasn't paying attention to him as he spoke. "So, Ethan, have you talked to any fresh meat in the halls yet?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in humor. He knew Ethan had a thing for taunting the freshman, and Nash always thought it was funny to watch.
Nash might be what one would call 'punk'. He wore a dark grey beanie, a Crown the Empire shirt with an unbuttoned flannel shirt over it, black skinny jeans and black vans. Maybe it was a bit stereotypical of him, but he enjoyed it all the same. Nobody really seemed to care, except for a teacher or two who insisted he would regret his snakebite piercings. But whatever. Nash was not necessarily popular, but he had enough friends to last him. And he was cool with that.
Propping his feet up on his desk, he turned back to look at what had been written on the board. "Today we're just going to go over lab safety regulations." Good. That meant he didn't have to pay attention; he'd heard the same speech for the past 2 years. "And Mr. Howlter, please remove your feet from the desk."
"Sure thing." Nash said, his mouth curling into a half-smile. It had been worth a shot, but apparently such a thing wasn't allowed in class.
Nash might be what one would call 'punk'. He wore a dark grey beanie, a Crown the Empire shirt with an unbuttoned flannel shirt over it, black skinny jeans and black vans. Maybe it was a bit stereotypical of him, but he enjoyed it all the same. Nobody really seemed to care, except for a teacher or two who insisted he would regret his snakebite piercings. But whatever. Nash was not necessarily popular, but he had enough friends to last him. And he was cool with that.
Propping his feet up on his desk, he turned back to look at what had been written on the board. "Today we're just going to go over lab safety regulations." Good. That meant he didn't have to pay attention; he'd heard the same speech for the past 2 years. "And Mr. Howlter, please remove your feet from the desk."
"Sure thing." Nash said, his mouth curling into a half-smile. It had been worth a shot, but apparently such a thing wasn't allowed in class.
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