Study Hall: Markers (and other deadly weapons)

Alright so I officially have nothing to say here and neither does my friend Shirley so.... Here's chapter 2!

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I stepped into the science classroom only to be met with a disturbing individual named Earl..(A/N we found this name on the internet and thought the meaning was funny) He was looking out the window. 

"Hey gays." I said in a bored tone.

"There's only one of me. What's with the 's'?" Earl said not even attempting to hide his gayness.

"You have enough gayness for all of us. Hence the 's'," he made his way over to me from his spot by the window *Poke poke* This is what said person will do to you if you don't yell at him.

"Earl......Do.You. Mind?!"

"No. Not at all. Thank you. Hey, I heard you got jell-o from mister perfect. Is that true?" He asked me this question as I grabbed the supplies I needed for class and sat down.

"How do you know? I didn't see you anywhere in the cafeteria."

"I know everything," he said with a smile. I punched him in the side. "Ouch. now what was that for? Of coarse I would know. I'm the editor and cheif of School Matters. The school newspaper. And besides, the story would have gotten out sooner or later. By the way....are you blushing?" He asked looking directly at my face.

"W-what?! No! I-i'm not! I'm not!" I fell over in my seat and had a headache for the rest of the day. 

"Okay, okay. Don't have to get all defensive on me. But that's right ever since that incident with you're sister..." he trailed off the end and I knew why. "She's married to those two bisexuals right?"

This was the one subject I loved but hated at the same time. "Yeah she is. Their names are Luke and Matt."

"Briiiiiiiiiiing" 

And that concludes lunch. Earl made a hightail for the door. "Well, I'll be seeing you later. Bye," with that, he was gone.

I sighed Earl was such a weird, bold individual. He was interesting to be around from time to time. But I don't think I could ever be an actual friend with him. I pulled out my notes and began to study. Dammit. He wasted all my time and there's going to be a quiz before we start the lesson. Of coarse I'm going to get an A+ on it but I still like to study to make sure. *Doink* 

"What the fuu....?" I looked behind myself to see Alexander smiling at me from the back of the room indicating that he was the one who threw the marker. By this time all the kids were in the room and the teacher was giving all of us our tests. I picked up the marker slyly and, just as Mrs. McCallin had turned around to face my area, I chucked the marker at Alexander only to have it hit the wall and miss him because he dodged right when I threw it.

"Allen!" the teacher flipped. "We do not throw markers so harshly in class. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mrs. McCallin."

"Good," I sunk in my chair very frustrated. Bastard.