fuckboy - joshler

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"mr. joseph, you're late." mrs walker ran her eyes over the boy who entered the room in a rush, sweaty and hair sticking up.
"he was probably blowing the football team," josh dun exclaimed, high-fiving brendon urie and frank iero. mrs walker went to tell josh off for his inappropriate language when tyler scoffed, butting in loudly, "for your information joshua, i was fucking everyone on the hockey team but thanks for the idea." the class laughed and shouted at the two's rendezvous and mrs walker, who was still in shock by the whole situation, slammed her fists on the table and yelled so loudly the classes four blocks away would have been able to hear her.
"quiet!" she snapped, eyeing both boy's down angrily, "and you two, see me after class. i think you need to have a chat with miss clark. maybe then you'll learn some etiquette." tyler hissed at josh, "fucking dumbass," josh just smirking in reply.

"so hang on," miss clark started, snorting loudly. "what did you say to him?" tyler chuckled at the woman's reaction to his comeback explaining quickly while challenging josh in a stare down. miss clark simply cackled again, wiping tears from her eyes.
"fuck joseph, that was savage." both students laughed at the headmistress's change in tone and language. "yeah, so i guess you both have detention here after school tomorrow," she sighed, running her fingers through her curled locks. "eh fuck it, it's friday night tomorrow. like hell i'm missing the clubs! you're both dismissed." josh stood up suddenly, rushing out the door, tyler following quickly behind him.
"since when was she so cool?" he asked nobody, moving to his locker quickly. when he arrived, he was forced against the cold lockers. "you're dead joseph!" the person yelled, trying to throw a punch at his jaw. tyler cut the boy off with a tsk and pushed him away slightly. "well if it isn't everyone's favourite six foot but four inch disappointment, dallon weekes, how can i help you big boy?" dallon scowled, kneeing tyler in the stomach, "can you stop leaving my boyfriend hickeys halfway down his neck?" he hissed, dropping the boy's shirt suddenly, causing him to drop to his knees. "dallon weekes has me on my knees? brendon i could expect this from, but you? and to clear up you misunderstanding, you and 'B' are far from boyfriends, i'd specify your relationship as more of a 'friends with benefits' kind of affair. that boy is obviously wild for ryan ross-" dallon slapped tyler straight across his face, causing the boy to shut up.
"watch yourself tyler."
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woo this is shitty :,)