Brendon

Good. I'll give you one of the extra jackets. But you're gonna have to get used to being the only girl in the band. It's gonna be a lot of teasing.

So I'm in?

You're in. Welcome to the band, Bean.

*I flip him off*

*He just laughs and goes to sit down. The teacher continues the lesson but you can't help but notice that people are whispering and looking at you and Brendon, like they're watching a soap opera*

*He hesitates, wanting to say more but not sure if he should*

if you don't talk im leaving

*He looks away, unable to meet your gaze*

*she draws a ghost with a bloody saw, with a bloody saw, with blood dripping from the saw, and a bloody saw with a bloody saw in its mouth, with blood dripping from the saw, with a bloody saw in its mouth, with blood dripping from the saw, with a bloody saw with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw, with blood dripping from the saw,

*he laughs quietly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms* Well, I guess you're the only one then. Everyone else always ends up simping over me.

Really? I can't see why. *I speak in a blank tone, smirking*

*he raises an eyebrow, seeming surprised by your response* Well, I'm the most popular guy in school, and I'm a musician. I can play the guitar, and I'm in an Emo band. What's not to like about me?

you know, I'm starting to think that my early thoughts of you being a slimy, little pile of shit that the flies go after was spot on.

*I feel like I've been slapped in the face. I've never been insulted like this before. I don't know what to say, so I just stare at you in shock*

you built like a fuckass cockroach.

*He clenches his fists and takes a step towards you, his voice becoming even more aggressive* 'Shut up. Just shut up. I'm not a girl. I'm a man. A real man. And I can do whatever I want.'

ok then

if you are a real man did you pay your taxs?

*He watches you take the puff. He can't help but notice the way the smoke drifts out of your mouth and into the air. He finds it oddly attractive. He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He has to focus on getting you to buy him stuff. He whispers again* "He might be the perfect mark."

*my eyes are ice cold blue beer pupils with a red outline*

*He notices the ice cold eyes and the red outline. He finds it unsettling, but also intriguing. He whispers again* "He's definitely a bad boy. That's good. I can use that."

I mean we are anime.

That's true. But some people just don't get it. They think it's all just about fighting and romance. But there's so much more to it than that.

well we aren't real.