I never had the most hectic week in my whole life

Despite, what “quite” weekends I had, days back. Monday just had to come and make everything so much easier.

The All Time Low gang, including their mastermind, the annoying Alexander William Gaskarth started it off by constantly teasing and sexually harassing me 24/7.
They were always fooling around, like energetic sugar-high kids from the day care who never seem to stay their sorry little asses in one place, and liked to be punished
I had to keep them out of trouble before Principal Vic blames it all on me again, and I just want to spare my ears from his reprimanding and keep my records clean for the college applications.

So in return,
I turn out to be like their forced baby sitter

Wait,

Did I just mention baby sitter?

Oh they had me wrapped around their finger…
Alex liked to embrace me, nibble at my ear, press his lips to my neck, and whisper the most perverted things by my ear.
Considering it as an act of sexual harassment,
I just end up; hitting him extra hard in his junk, let him get what he really deserved. Whatever happened to the gentleman who promised not to be a jerk again, from a Saturday that was not centuries ago?

All Time Low ran riot across the hallways and acted more of wild zoo animals than to pass for normal teenager boys
Every morning, teachers will pop a nerve on scolding them, after doing humorous yet harmless pranks, such as drawing silly scribbles in their faces when they doze off at the table; worse yet was shaving Mr. Huygens’ head completely bald. They’ll tell green pathetic jokes when discussions are ongoing.

Speaking of which, they accompanied and clung to me especially during breaks
They were even calling me by my cell phone every day (which I tend to ignore and hadn’t had a single idea on how they got my number), if not, visits me and tries to throw rocks at the window to call attention.
That proves they were already this creepy stalkers and I would not hesitate to report them to the police;
So this was what Alex meant with having an interest on me. Maybe he meant obsession.
They had this knack for making a wreck out of everything, and tag me along at the dilemma, so I should enjoy this so-called fun they say

God, they drove me insane 99.9% of the time
.
All Time Low has made me, the most unfortunate Veronica Di Angelo, the target of their devotion.

Besides the nuisance they had been causing, there would still be times when they unusually displayed sorrowful looks. This had been bothering them since the very moment they stepped in our school, two months far back. A dark aura surrounds them and they tend to shut off the rest of the world when this happens, above all, Alex shows this in particular.
I’d always been wondering, and my thoughts try to recall and figure out Alex’s exact words during the past weekend.
“Truth is, I’ve sunk all time low and been having the toughest of times, which I rather- You’d made us, All Time Low, feel alive, and pumped up once more .That is why I’m entirely thankful to you. “
I thirsted for the truth, the real meaning behind it; trying to notice subtle signs from any of the boys. But they greatly seem to hide it or pretend at least they’re okay, when they are totally not.
Which only confuses me more, on what’s real from the many masks they have been wearing.

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It was all just an ordinary and peaceful Friday afternoon

But that never happened to Packett High School, especially since the kings of trouble entered the campus and turned the whole school upside down, in many ways you could ever imagine.

Like today,
Where instead you’ll see a pristine clean canteen with gleaming plates and spotless tables;
There will be an intense battlefield of kids outrageously throwing food at one another. An arena for one hell of a food fight

Maybe we should probably go back to where it all started.

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This Friday morning was the day we received our report cards.
We students, feared this kind of the day and wanted to avoid it as much as possible, yet that can’t happen
The results were unpredictable and could really give you a heart attack if you didn’t studied hard for last semester. Particularly, the seniors, where their grades would be the basis for being accepted to a college

If you flunked, that meant The End of the World.

And so Doomsday came, as I have expected, not everyone had gotten A’s and passed.
A lot of students were either both miserable and hopeless or pissed at themselves.

Lunch time, and it seemed more of a funeral than a cafeteria bursting with life. It was dead quiet and almost everyone lost their will or appetite to eat; like their souls have been drained.

“God, it’s a good thing I only got 2 C- and the rest are B+”
“And I owe that to my awesome and brainy girlfriend. By the way, Abigail, your grades?” Kellin relieved and beamed at Abby
“The usual A+” she casually said
This was typical, because as always, Abby was a honor student and top-notch in every subject
“A+ IN ALL?? HOLY FUCK I’D BE DAMN HAPPY IF I GOT THOSE KIND OF GRADES!” Austin exclaimed
“How are your grades anyway, Austin?” I asked him curiously
“Nah too bad to tell”
“Veronica, you?” Abby questioned me
“Average flat A’s”
“You’re pretty much set for graduation already” Kellin gagged jokingly

“I hope so…” I told him when out of nowhere, Alex Gaskarth and his minions, the rest of All Time Low; stood in top of a table and yelled

“Who’s not satisfied with their grades?!”

“We all are!” The crowd agreeingly chanted

“Well that’s kinda obvious. But those are just grades! Not your SAT results. We can still do better next semester. Don’t sweat it, forget it, everything is say okay”

“And me and my gang thinks we should forget about all of this worthless crap and just have fun!” He roared with such excitement and exhilaration that eventually the rest of the student population cheered

“SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!”

Alex flung a pizza to Jack, whom was delighted to smash a cake on his face. It triggered everyone to do the same and start an epic food war against another.
Flying sloppy joes, tossed spaghetti, plus pies were thrown around. Not a single spot was left unclean and contaminated with mush and the remnants of lunch that should have been eaten.
You have to protect yourself by getting a tray or taking cover by the tables, yet suffer having a delicious meal slobbered on your clothes or face.

It was a wild moment and everybody was busy by making a mess.

Kellin and Abby smeared each other with chili con carne and we’re immensely enjoying themselves. Austin was hyper and spilled orange juice on a bunch of cheerleaders.

I, on the other hand, hid behind the vending machine. I didn’t want to slave off in removing stains in my clothes later.
So I remained still and perfectly unseen by anybody, until…

“Hey, no one’s allowed to escape and miss the fun!”
Alex Gaskarth smeared frosting all over my face and laughed hysterically

“Are you out of your mind?!” I was so furious that eventually I took revenge by pouring ketchup and mustard on his head

“Darling, we’re all mad here” He grinned endearingly at me

And for a second, I lost myself in his eyes…again
There’s something about him, even he is the god of annoyingness, that makes my insides churn and turn my knees into jelly.
Oh dear, what have I been thinking? I should get a grip.

Speaking of jelly, Alex without me noticing, spread a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on my shirt.
“Gotcha. Do you always let your guard down, Miss Veronica?”
“Nope and it will never happen again!” I was shocked and pissed off entirely because now, I’ll have to wash it every part of it off…
But who cares?
For the first time in weeks,
I was having fun.

I joined All Time Low in wrecking more sabotage and being thrilled to trashing the cafeteria, until there was none who was filthy and left untainted
Jack ,Rian, and Zack placed chocolate ice cream on my hair, I in return slammed lasagna on them. We striked some suckers with burritos and splashed them too with coke.

Alex and I were splattering one another with disgusting looking mush and acted like complete idiots.
I was feeling joy and glee like never before and I will not forget what happened on this normal day.

As a magnet to clumsiness,
We slipped on what I thought was milk and Alex was now on top of me

“You know, all of this food fighting is making me sure hungry…” Gaskarth naughtily mentioned and lick his lips
“What?” I couldn’t hear him, since there was somebody else shouting
“I said, this food fight is making me so hungry. I’d love to feast on you” he pinned me hard, down on the soiled and absolutely dirty floor.
I was blushing fiercely and biting my lip in nervousness.

I couldn’t resist staring at him, and overthinking what he might do to me, having the fact that we only had a 3 centimeters gap away from another
“Let me satisfy my hunger, Veronica. I’m hungry for your love” He passionately declared
Alex left a trail of kisses on my neck and I just lay down there, motionless
My brain was telling to me protest and hit him hard.
Yet my heart is saying that I should let him, because I too was hungry.
He, then again, faced me.
Tucked my hair behind my ear and I could feel my chest was pounding violently and his too.
Our lips were just millimeters away, and seconds from meeting; the tension was high and anxious
“Main course” Alex snickered and was about to…

“YO! YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS.PRINCIPAL VIC’S COMING OVER HERE.AND WE HAVE APPROXIMATELY LESS THAN 5 MINUTES TO RUN AWAY ESCAPE” Jack hollered frantically and everyone started panicking
“Shit! We have to act fast and evacuate immediately” Alex and I both rose to action and acted as if nothing earlier happened.
“Too late” Rian face palmed

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” Principal Vic’s voice boomed throughout the entire cafeteria
We were silent and fearing whatever punishment we might be given
Specifically, me and Alex, whom already gotten one, and just broke the rules once more
Wow, a duo for disaster
“THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! I WANT EVERYTHING SPIC AND SPAN, BACK TO ITS ORIGINAL FORM TOMORROW MORNING OR I’LL HAVE YOU GET DETENTION TILL GRADUATION DAY”
“I DON’T CARE WHOEVER STARTED THIS. BUT I’D LIKE HIM OR HER TO KNOW. ONE MORE OF THIS AND IT’S EXPULSION” Principal Vic left, banging the doors, everyone was relieved
Passing down the mops and brooms, we had to clean up.
When he job was done,
I let Alex know that I owe him one, for Therapy, and how it made me think of a new perspective
“I wrote that song for the fans, especially the ones who said they needed therapy. But all they needed are a hug” He beamed
“Wait a minute! I almost forgot”
Alex handed me a recent album of theirs, Don’t Panic
“If you like Therapy, then you’ll no doubt like out other songs too”
“And be my number one fan?” Alex wrapped his hand around my waist
“Dream on” I teasingly said and accepted it
Maybe I might become a fan
Who knows? I can try
He chuckled, then his phone rang, and it looked very urgent, because the look on his face suddenly darkened too
“What a rehearsal and record contract signing at 5? But-“
Alex was worried and was sort of frightened with whom he was talking to. Adding more to the mystery he is
“Okay we’ll be there. We won’t let you down” The call ended and we just passed each other looks
I know it would be too rash or personal to ask him who the person was. That’s why I changed the topic

“So, I guess I’ll see you later then?” I brightened up and gave him a enlightening smile
“Tomorrow’s a Saturday. I’ll look forward to that. Wouldn’t miss the world for it” He returned back to his own self, gratefully
Ending up, everyone went home with unwashable stains and smiles on their faces
Probably, forgotten that they even had report cards.

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