A/n: kk so I was dead for a long time.. welcome back,
So I got tagged but I decided to not do anything because yes, I'm lazy.
And sucks at typing, have I mentioned.
Sowa if you're reading this imma be so .//-//.
(Also, (M/n) and Nightmare Fred are roommates in college )
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Freddy
Another day, another dollar. That's what my creator used to say. Tbh I'm smh bc why did I even start off with that saying when it has nothing to do with anything else that happened today-
"Freddy, you wanna sleep?" Yawns (M/n). I look up.
"Sure. Got nothing to write anyways. Why am I even keeping a diary."
I close the lamp and crawl into bed, falling into dreamland almost immediately.
*******timeskip to next day morning*****
"Freddy, wake up.."
A soft and gentle voice rings in my ears. I groan, sit up, and rub my temples. Chinese people (aka my grandma) say that it makes your eyes brighter and makes your brain clearer.
"Aww, you look so cute!" (M/n) squeals. I cover my face.
"Shut up. Now."
I crawl out of bed and lazily fail at putting on my pants. I groan.
(M/n) smirks. "We're gonna be late for school~"
I curse loudly and jump into action. I may be arrogant and careless, but I don't want another meeting with the court lawyer. (I don't know if you guys know or not, but if you have 5+ unexcused or unexplained absences you go to the court at my school).
I run out of my room. First period.. Life Science. I groan. I do love science and math, and we're studying animals in life science right now, but boy do I hate the stupid teacher there. She's around 30 or 40, I'm thinking, because of the fact that she has five children. Although she looks 20.
Why do I hate her? She's actually pretty alright when I first met her. But she's just some jumpy, sassy, and bossy middle school girl now that I know her better. Every single day. And, the most annoying thing is that she never calls on me! It's already 3 months into school and she's never called on me once, even if I sit right in front of her and wave my hand up high. Then she gives my an F in participation. Who does that? Her, apparently.
Everyone's waiting at the door. "Never go in without my permission," she had told us on the first day of school. I tsk and just barge in.
"Savage." Someone behind me whispers.
I shrug it off.
People see me barge in and follow. One, two, then almost all of them. Except for one kid who's the nicest one; he waits until my stupid-ass teacher comes and holds open the door for her, before going in himself.
"Alright!! Take your seats!" Linda exclaims. Her voice rings throughout the classroom, bouncing in my ears. She's the only teacher I know who's normal voice is louder than someone on the microphone. "Today we are going to go over the process of cell division, cell differentiation, and embryos!"
She grabs a marker and draws a blob on the board.
"This is a cultured stem cell! Stem cells have full DNA, made by the egg and the sperm. Eggs and sperms both have only 50% DNA."
She now is drawing a lot of blobs. Then, she draws a blob and it turning into nerve and other types of cells.
"The single stem cell goes through cell division. With that said, a lot of stem cells together starts cell differentiation. You see, a stem cell is literally just a cultured cell that looks like a blob. It has no job or function; it's only purpose is to..."
Blah blah. Blah. Why the heck is she teaching us 6th grade math?? My mind wanders somewhere else as she shows us cell division.
"STOP TALKING!" Linda shrieks. I flinch and jerk back to focus, my clouded mind clearing up 400x.
"YOU GUYS, I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS. EVERYDAY, I'M IN MY CAR, TELLING MYSELF, 'Okay. First period will like what you say. Don't give up. They'll listen'. I HATE TO BE HERE, EXPLAINING THIS TO YOU. SO PLEASE RESPECT ME AND LISTEN WHILE I'M DOING SOMETHING THAT I DO NOT WANT TO DO."
"Jeez.." I softly mumble under my breath.
The door opens and (M/n) comes in.
"Uh.. Ms. Linda? Could you please be a tad bit quieter, because my teacher asked me to tell you that. Thank you." I snicker, and everyone else in the class does too. Linda smiles a fake, sugary smile.
"Of course! Yeah, I'm sorry that I got so loud. My class isn't behaving, you know?"
(M/n)'s eyes scan the classroom until he finds me, and shoots me a 'I feel bad for you' look. I just sigh and give him a weak smile. (M/n) returns to his class, and the same boring day continues on in my same boring life.
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It is now 5th period, and I have social studies. I personally don't really like this subject, but the students there are awesome. My friend Fox is absolutely boss. He sits right next to me and our class is the most behind due to the amount of talking we do.
As I make my way to social studies, I get pushed into the restroom. Then, I am pushed inside the second stall. (M/n) presses me against the bathroom door. With his eyes glowing with lust, his hand pins my hands above my head.
"What the hell, (M/n)!?" I whisper-scream. "Now's not the time! I'll miss 5th and 6th period and have another meeting with the judge!"
"I'll cover for you." That's all he says before he gets to work. He presses his mouth on my neck, his tongue wandering out and slowly licking up to my jaw. I muffle a groan and tries to shove him off.
"(M/n), not now! I'm warning you."
The door rattles as (M/n) presses me harder against the stall door. His mouth is still attached to my neck; I can't help but moan. Then, someone enters the restroom, making me freeze up.
"(M/n)!!"
"Fine. But I'll be waiting for you in our room after school ends." He opens the door. Taking the advantage of his body blocking mine, I quickly fix up my collar and checks my neck with a mirror. (M/n) moves out, finally deciding on going to his class, as I come face-to-face with a grinning Fox.
"Sooooo... you're lucky that our breaks are ten minute long. Good for a quick ten-minute stand, don'cha think?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. Not giving me time to shoot back a smartass comment, he grips my arm in an iron grip and drags me to class. "Com'on, we're gon' be late."
As soon as our feet crosses the entrance line, the bell rings. I've never been so lucky in my life before. Fox drags me to my desk, while he him self plops down in his chair. He smirks at me, and that shitfaced idiot makes me want to punch him.
"We were waiting for you, Freddy! What took you so long?" Mrs. Aulstri's face is full of question as she stares at my bruised neck. I swear, the (M/n) idiot.
"Ah," Fox answers. "He was just f- mphn!"
Slapping my hand over his mouth just in time, I say, "I was outside because my teacher had me get something from the portables. My neck is from the kindergartener drawing purple sharpies on me." Mrs. Aulstri nods, tells everybody to get seated, and starts the lesson for the day.
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I'm dead exhausted. I stagger into my shared room and plops down onto my bed shared bed. Although my room has two people and two beds in it from the beginning, me and (M/n) decided that it was more convenient for us to just sleep in the same bed. So now there's a spare bed with no pillows on it in our room.
I bury my head into the mattress. A minute later, the door opens.
"You're late." I mumble.
(M/n) chuckles. "Sorry, my teacher's an ass."
He sets his binder and water bottle on the nightstand. He walks over to me, putting his hands on my hips and flips me over. Groaning, I grab his shoulders.
"Desperate, are we~?"
"Shut up. Now." I pull him down into a heated kiss. Our junks rubbing against each other. We're both humping the other like crazy bunnies in the summer, although bunnies aren't actually breeding machines because wild bunnies are endangered.
"I want you. Now."
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That's it for today; I still owe you guys 2 more chapters. Also, this story will be continued. And qa12345678qa I promise I'm doing the Bonnie thing but I'm not finished with that. yEt **positive attitude, says my teacher**.
(Uh I just published this and why does it already have reads ;-;)
Q+A, you guys?