MJ smirked, "What do you say?"
"I'm ready," She said.
"What the—"
"I'll sleep with you. Now tell me who spread those rumours,"

MJ bit his lip, "Damn girl, that was a joke. I'm not such a lowlife to take advantage of desperate women."

"Desperate—"
He grabbed her collar and pulled her closer "I'll pay you a hundred times to shut the fuck up and leave,"
"You're such an asshole,"

"Welp," He left her collar, "You're the one who was ready to sleep with me. What does that make you?" He laughed but she punched his face and he fell flat.

"I'll find someone else," She got on her bike an went away. MJ lay down and looked at the sky, "Your punches are harder, hers are like a baby, they don't even hurt. Wait—Am I finally a masochist?"

Louise came and stood beside him,
"What was she asking?"
"Oh, she just confessed to me, and I rejected her so she punched me,"
Louise exhaled smoke from his mouth, "Violent women are a turnoff,"

"What about violent men?"
"I'm not into men,"
"You've just not got the right dick yet,"
Louise smirked and looked down at MJ, "You're pan so I guess you got the right everything in your ass,"

"I'm always the top, always," It's scary how serious MJ looked. Louise just smoked his cigarette, "MJ,"
"Yeah?"
"Tell me what was she here for. And this time, tell the truth,"
"Well...Fuck,"

Nova got a good idea that MJ won't help her. But there weren't less of tracers down in LA. MJ anyways charged the highest, others would do the same job in $100 which he did in $1500. She began looking for MJ's substitute.

"And you know Kate, Ralf is so good at it that you can barely see his hands moving! He does it so smoothly that it seems as if his hands are just moving randomly and the cube is being solved on its own!" Jaden said to Kate as they walked towards their lockers.

"That's good," Kate took out his books from his locker. Jaden already had his books with him.

"Hi Kate, hi Jaden," Harry did a fist bump with both of them went to his locker which was just next to Kate's locker.

"Today, I'm going to Ralf's place!" Jaden smiled.
"What—What about my Spanish lessons?"
"Do it without me today, please?"
"Jesus," Harry slammed his locker, "Sorry, I gotta go," Harry walked away.

"Look what you did—You pissed him off," Kate said.
"Really?" Jaden said.
"From what I've seen, Harry hates being ditched,"

"He hates me now?"
"I won't be surprised if he did. Why promise an appointment when you already have plans, Jaden? You just made Harry sad. Harry made you happy with that little performance on the terrace when you had a breakup and you just decided to go away with an ass who you just met,"
Kate, that's enough. Your sharp tongue is piercing through our angel boy.

Harry walked through the halls in a bad mood.
"Hi Harry,"
"Hey Harrison!"
"Sup' Harrison, ma boi"
"Yo Harry, that game was dope dude,"
"Harry, you have that CD of Naruto? I finished the first season's CD,"

Harry ignored all the greetings and everyone who tried approaching him. He reached his class and walked towards a corner where a group of girls were concentrated like electrons.

He pushed them aside and slammed his books on the desk.

"Good morning, Harry," Brandon, the nucleus, and the centre of that crowd of girls, said.
"What's fucking good about MONDAY mornings, you dick in ass fucker!" Harry said.

"...You're in quite a mood," Brandon chewed some cashews from his pocket.

"Hey, Harry, why are you calling Brandon that?" One of the girls said.
"Shut your bitch ass up. He's my friend, I'll call him a faggot if I want to, you don't get a say in that. Go wash your face with toilet water" Harry said and Brandon choked on his nuts.

"Are you feeling alright?" Brandon said.
"NO!" Harry said.
"Then feel alright," Brandon said. If Brandon was as rich as his friends, I'm pretty sure he'd tell homeless people to just buy a house. Like buy a house bro, what's the big deal?

"Then make me feel alright at the terrace," Harry grabbed Brandon's collar and pulled him out of the class. All the girls stared at him, "Brandon!" The girls shouted.

"Don't worry, it's a very friendly bro to bro talk—OW! That hurt!" Brandon said. The girls formed a circle, "Oh my God! They both are totally dating!"

"No! Brandon is straight!"
"It's always Harrison who makes the first move!"
"Yeah, Brandon is innocent! Harrison is trying to seduce him!"
"It's not like I hate Harrison, I just don't want him to be with Brandon, you know,"
"Yeah, he's just leaching off of Brandon's popularity,"

I don't think that.
Harry has been popular among his classmates and peers since a very young age due to his socialising nature. Harry is popular among everyone, from freshmen to seniors —Brandon, on the other hand, is only popular among Freshman and sophomore girls, guys don't care about him. 

Some boys know Brandon just because he hangs out with Harry, so Harry has the upper hand in popularity. After all, he's the most popular guy in the entire school.

"I don't like Harrison. Brandon shouldn't either," Bianka Majors said. She was obsessed with Brandon Johnson ever since he dumped Anna. That was a dream come true for her since now she could move herself up the friendzoned tag.

But now she saw Harry get in her way since Brandon decided to spend more bro time after his breakup. Way too much bro time.

"Harry? What's wrong?" Brandon and Harry reached the terrace. Harry produced a paper from his pocket and slammed it on Brandon's face.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, YOU FRENCH TRASH?!" Harry rubbed the paper on Brandon's face.
"Une poubelle française," He laughed, "The texture is not smooth. It's ruining my handsome face"

"I wish you grow thorns!" Harry shouted.
"Where?" Brandon said. Hopefully not down there. Kate needs it you know? I only care about him since he is enough to fuck his life, don't add in thorns too.

"Wherever! Who cares?!" Harry said.
"I DO" Brandon said, "The location matters, you know"
"FUCKING READ THIS DAMN SHIT!" Harry  threw the paper on his face.
"Qu'est ce que c'est, Harry?"
(Tn// What is this, Harry?)
Brandon looked at the paper, which said in red,

'Leave Brandon's side or suffer the consequences'

"C'est une threat," Harry replied in his scare knowledge of French and fucked up French accent.
(Tn// This is a threat)
"Is this written in blood? That's creative," No normal person would ever compliment it.
"WHY ARE PEOPLE SHIPPING ME WITH YOU?!"
"I—"
"WHY HAVE I RECEIVED A DEATH THREAT?"
"Beca—"
"WHY CAN'T I GET A NORMAL LOCKER MOMENT AT LEAST ONCE IN MY LIFE!" Harry shouted. 

Brandon just casually looked away.

"Say something!"
"Something"
"I'm serious!"
"I'm Brandon,"

"BE SERIOUS!"
"Be yourself,"
Harry picked up a chainsaw. He pulled the uno reverse card on Brandon!
"Leave it, you'll hurt yourself," Brandon looked into his eyes. Harry looked back at him and moved closer to Brandon.

"Bruh, it's just some fangirl, no one would kill anyone for someone else—"
"YOU ABOVE ALL PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO TELL ME?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TRIED TO KILL JADEN WITH A CHAINSAW JUST BECAUSE HE TALKED TO KATE!" Harry shouted.

"That was a reflex" Brandon said. "Ah yes, everytime someone even looks at my crush, Iwhip out my chainsaw and go all Michael Myers on them."
"That's why we are pals,"
"IT WAS A JOKE! DON'T TAKE IT SO SERIOUSLY!"
"You told me to be serious. You first decide what do you even want from me?"

"KILL YOURSELF!"
"Aw hell naw, man. I haven't even had sex yet, I can't die a virgin. Satan's gonna laugh at me,"
"You know you're going to hell?"
"I've seen and imagined all sorts of shit. Once I do that shit, my ticket to hell is confirmed, better be mentally prepared,"

"SOMEONE KILL THIS ANIMAL, HE'S RUNNING FREE AND WILD!"
"Be free. Be wild. Be gay."
"Your life theory is shit!"

"You're just jealous~"
"I'M SCARED!"
"Don't be"

Bruh—Brandon—Who created you?

"Oh com'on! Be realistic! What? A satellite will land from the sky or someth—"

Suddenly a satellite, A SATELLITE, landed on the school grounds, its antenna's pointy tip touched Harry's Adam's apple and made a red spot on it. Well that's how it works, boys. I told everyone Mondays were horrible, but nobody listens to me.

And HOW DID THIS BOOK TURN FROM #relatable to #youwillneverguesswhatshitmighthityou?

Peace was never an option in the AIW world. Ever. Harry just stood there as sweat dropped like a waterfall from every part of his body. Yes, his dick is included. Yeah, he peed his pants. It's been a while since he's been wet there like that.

Brandon just stood there looking at his pants, "Well at least it wasn't two satellit—"
"Don't speak further!" Harry said.

"Yeah, a grown ass teenager just peed his pants,"
"YOU HAVE A FUCKING POWER PUFF GIRLS GUITAR. YOU DON'T TALK SHIT TO ME!"
"Excuse me but I've never peed on it."
That's not the point Brandon.

"And you don't come for my girls!"
He protect.

"HOLY SHIT! WHAT HAPPENED?!" M. Dickson shouted as he looked at the satellite.

"They say due to some technical error, it fell from its orbit. It's all over the news!" Mrs Fig said. Oh just the usual, satellite falling from the sky. Nothing new.

"NOBODY'S KILLED RIGHT?" The ex principle shouted. He was old as fuck, living on his pension ever since his son took over the school, but still visited the school because he wanted to live his extra life among teenagers.

"Who cares even if they are killed? They must be skipping class in the playground," The Chemistry teacher, Mr Joseph said. THIS GUY IS SO DONE WITH HIS LIFE!

"Let's redo it," Brandon said "Oh com'on! Be realistic! What? A chocolate factory will fall from the sky or something?" Well, that elevator...

It might fall you know ?

"Why isn't anything happening?" Brandon looked around.

Harry slowly moved away from the antenna.

"YOU FUCKED DOODLEHEAD, I ALMOST DIED THERE AND YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT IMAGINARY PROBLEMS? IS THAT YOUR FRIENDSHIP? ARE YOU JUST AN ASS PUT ON THIS PLANET TO FLIRT WITH GIRLS AND FUCK KATE ROBERTS?" Harry shouted.

"I haven't found the purpose of my life yet but fucking Kate Roberts sounds like a fucking good adulthood celebration achievement plan," Brandon said.
"YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY?"
"How can it not be?"

"Till the time you don't find this person, I'm not talking to you,"
"Wait—What? And what about the game we had planned for tonight? I had done all the setup at my house!" Brandon said. He almost died and you're worried about a game?

"JUST SHUT UP! OKAY? YOU ARE THE REASON FOR ALL THIS! DON'T GET NEAR ME TILL YOU SORT THIS OUT!" Harry left the terrace.

"Well, guess it's time to visit the D wing," Brandon said and soon reached class 4-A. MJ stood at the door of his classroom, "Hey Brands,"
"Hi MJ, need a quick help,"
"Harry's being a pain again?"
"Someone sent him a threat,"
"Bianka Majors?"

"That's her?"
"Yeah,"
"Alright, thanks,"
"You ain't gonna do nothin about it just because she's a girl?"
"Yeah."
"Respect whamen,"
"I've got a class in exactly five minutes so I'll leave now. Bye!"

"This just made my stomach sick. Is it a bad sign?" MJ turned towards his class, "Louise, you got some pills? Dang, my gut is becoming weak like yours!"

"I've got some milk of magnesia,"
"Yeah this will do. Thanks,"
"Why did Brandon come here?"
"Oh, nothing. Harry got a threat,"
"Harry what?"

-To be continued

Bianka Majors
All I Want is you baby