That amazing cover above is by Kuro_Inori THANK YOU SO MUCH! I also got this other AWESOME cover made by littlemissweirdo28 (the one I'm using rn) and I can't explain how happy I was (still am) when I got these. 

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There. That explained it.

THANK YOU SO MUCH SAMY AND KUROOO! ◕ل͜◕    〓D
Okay,
Let the chappy begin!

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^Chad^

Computers. My favorite subject but my most hated teacher. He hates me, I hate him. The worst part is – he ignores my questions just because they're "not included in the syllabus".

No, the truth is - he doesn't know the answers to what I'm asking because I'm just that smart when it comes to computers.

"Chad, did you do the ten extra programs I asked you to do?" He asked, putting his glasses up.

I put my palm under my cheek, wore a bored expression and said, "Yeah."

He raised an eyebrow, obviously not liking my attitude. "'Yes, sir.'" He corrected.

"You don't have to call me 'sir', Smith," I smirked.

"Detention. Class, surprise test." He announced.

I got annoyed looks from others just because I pissed that guy off.

It's not my fault he's taking a difficult test in which almost everyone would fail in, right?

As usual, I did the perfect code, with no syntax errors or any logical errors. But, Smith being Smith will obviously cut my marks saying, "Oh, your handwriting is bad." Or some stupid excuse.

I slept through some of the classes and the others, I paid attention.

Soon, the lunch bell rang I was walking with Ron to the lunch hall.

"Do you have your pack of cards?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes because I'm not going through detention with that moron around. (You guessed it – Brad)

"I still didn't get into any trouble." He said.

"Do you want to get into trouble?" I asked, a plan forming in my mind.

He nodded, "Which teacher do we prank this time? Smith or Julia?" He asked.

I trained him so well. (Proud friend moment anthem playing)

"Smith."

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"Okay, sticky notes, glue or class one?" Ron asked, listing our classic pranks.

"But we've done all of them." I groaned, slamming my hands on the lunch table.

No, in our school, we don't have the 'popular group' in one table, the 'nerds' is another. Everybody sits with everybody. At least – that's how I see it. I'm not really good in telling where a person stands in the popularity chart.

"How about we get three monkeys and paint 1, 2 and 4 on them and set them free in the school. The teachers will die trying to find the one labeled 3." I laughed.

"And where do we get monkeys from?" He asked, scrunching up his nose.

"Right, unfortunately, we only have one Brad." I started thinking hard.

"Let's pour some invisible glue onto the teacher's table," I said.

"And also the whiteboard," Ron added.

"Remember, this is all your idea," I said.

"Of course. I won't let you take credit for this."

"Even though I deserve it?" I asked, getting up with the chili powder in my hands.

He shook his head, playfully.

I walked over to Brad's table.

"Oi, you have something on your chin," I said, touching my chin and pointing at his.

His hand immediately went to his chin. I took this chance and dropped the chili powder in his food.

"No, your other chin," I said, shaking my head and walking away.

Ron nudged me, "I saw that." He smirked.

Three.

Two.

One.

"CHAD PARKER, CONSIDER YOURSELF DEAD," Brad yelled, rushing to drink water.

"If I die before you, I would spend my time haunting you as a ghost," I said walking out.

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"All set?" I asked Ron.

"Aye aye." He saluted. We stood in front of the classroom to admire our work. Spotless. Our hands didn't even have a bit of glue.

"Ron, you go in late," I said.

"So I could get done detention? No thanks."
He does have a point.

"Alright, then I'll see you in detention?" I asked.

"Oh, and videotape the whole thing," I added, chuckling.

I left Ron there and mad my way to my next class just as the bell rang.

I shoved my hands in my pocket and pulled out a pink tissue.

Why do I have a pink tissue?

You'll see.

I saw Brad walking into the music room – our next class.

I jogged ahead and pretended as if I scooped the pink tissue from the ground.

Then, when everyone was looking I said, "You dropped this, Brad." I put the tissue on his head.

"No, this musty before Barbie doll's tissue."

"Why would I need a Barbie doll when you keep acting like one?"

If that didn't hurt his manliness, I don't know what will.

I went inside the music room, cutting off his pathetic comeback.

I took a deep breath. Music. The only period where I earned the title of the teacher's pet.

I went and sat on the Miss. Lauren's seat and took her guitar.

She likes me so she doesn't mind when I play her guitar.

Brad went to 'his' drum set. Honestly, nobody from our school could play as well as him. So, we decided to call it his. Brad and I only get along in music. It's as if there is no hate between us when we play. Of course, he too earned the title of the teacher's pet.

Keyword being earned.

Right at that moment, I saw Lauren coming inside. She went to her piano and asked everyone but Brad and me to stand in their choir positions. Music was optional so only thirteen people were in the room.

She started with the scales and the warm-ups and went on to play the intro of "I believe I can Fly" by R. Kelly.

https://youtu.be/GIQn8pab8Vc

I pulled out my capo and played along, singing my solo part.

No, I didn't get the solo part just because I'm her favorite. When it comes to music, she is really particular.

Brad got excited as we got to the chorus. Suddenly, our energy level shot up as we sang the chorus.

My favorite part is when we harmonize the second verse. A smile formed my face as I sang my part. Brad complicated his drumming pattern – making it sound even better if that was possible.

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