(Pete)

We heard the late bell ringing as we entered the school building. Shit. Brendon was going to kill me. I laughed at the thought. Brendon couldn't kill a fly. And I don't mean because he's so nice. I mean he's physically not strong enough to do it. I laughed at myself again.

"What's so funny?" Joe asked.

"Brendon is gonna kill me. But he couldn't squash a fly."

Joe burst out laughing. He explained the joke to our friend and they laughed too we grabbed our schedules and looked over them in the middle of the hallway. I had music first. Damn. Another boring class with another boring teacher. How they manage to make music boring, I don't kow.

"I got music first." I told them.

"Same!" Joe, Ashlee and Adam called out.

"Fuck me." Britney groaned. "I have art."

We laughed at her misfortune and headed to class. The one with the rad, bright yellow door. It was a big fuck you to the rest of the bland blue school color. No need to knock. It was our class. And if we got sent to detention, so be it. It'd probably be better than the class. The teacher stopped talking when we opened the door. She was a small woman with orange hair and sexy clothes. I have to admit, she was hot.

"You're late." She told us. Brendon glared at me from his seat directly in the front. I waved back.

"We were in the office trying to modify our schedules." Adam lied.

"Really?" She asked.

No. We were getting higher than the empire. "Yes."

"Okay. Don't let it happen again. Take any seat and refrain from any more interruptions."

We sat as far in the back as we could. Giggling and laughing at ourselves. That's what I liked about being high. You're never worried about anything and it puts you in a good mood. Brendon kept sending me death glares and I just kept smiling back. He needed to get high. The thought made me laugh again.

"What?" Adam said through a mouth full of chips.

"What if my brother got high?"

He began laughing too. Except Adam's laugh was louder and more obnoxious. I loved Adam's laugh. Because when he laughed he smiled. And Adam had the best smile I'd ever seen. I should fuck him too. But not right now. Not while the teacher and Brendon were staring at us. I folded my arm on my desk and laid my head on it to hide my laughter. Joe covered his with coughs. Ashlee covered her mouth with her hand. But Adam didn't hide his laughter at all.

"Excuse me, what is your name?" The teacher asked.

Adam just laughed harder. There were tears streaming down his bright red face. He was doubled over, clutching his stomach. That just made the rest of us laugh harder as well. Adam's laugh was so addictive.

"His name is Adam Levine." I heard Brendon tell her.

"Brendon you-" He couldn't get his words out through his laughter. "L-Little shit."

"Mr. Levine, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the classroom." Adam didn't try try to argue or plead his case. He nodded and left the room still laughing.
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(Brendon)

The bell rung, signaling the end of first class. I excused myself from Sarah and thanked Ms. Williams for the wonderful lesson. And then I rushed after my brother. I caught up with him right outside the classroom door. He was talking to his trouble making friend, Adam. With some red head attached to his arm. I glared at his face. Red, low eyes. Just as I'd suspected.

"Are you seriously high?" I asked him.

"Oh, Brendon." He smiled at me. "Hey man."

"Why on Earth would you get that high before the first day of school?"

"Your brother is hot." The red head loudly whispered in his ear.

I frowned. "You're not my type."

"You don't like reds?" She pouted.

"I don't like whores." I corrected.

"Oh, damn!" Adam began laughing again.

"Brendon, come on man. That's not cool." Pete groaned. The red head glared and stormed off. Good.

"Let's get to class." I grabbed Pete's bookbag and dragged him along with me. Our next class was English. And I was not going to be late for my second favorite subject. We were not going to be late.

"Let him go! Let him go! You can't hold him back anymore!" Adam sang as I pulled Pete down the hall. He had an okay voice. Maybe if he took some vocal lessons he'd actually be good.

We were the first to the classroom door. It was open so I walked in. I knew that was rude, but I wanted to make sure I got Pete into the classroom before he wondered off and didn't come in at all. The teacher's back was facing us. He was a small guy. All I could see were his black pants and a burgundy sweater. He was also wearing some ridiculous hat on his head.

I sat Pete down in the seat directly on front of the teacher's desk. I took the seat beside him. If we had assigned seat, we could just move. But I knew I'd still be sitting beside him. All teachers did it. The teacher finally stopped writing on the board. He turned around and his eyes widened behind his glasses. He must not have heard us come in. His shocked look morphed into a kind smile.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Stump. Welcome to my English class."