Mumbo Jumbo was an immense perfectionist, and if he got less than a one-hundred percent on any assignment, he felt terrible about it. No matter how well his teachers and parents claimed that he did, he was never proud of himself. "Um," Mumbo never felt comfortable sharing his grades with anyone. "In math? What grade average do you have in the class right now?" "A final exam?" Grian snorted and waved it off. Mumbo had always secretly thought the junior was super attractive, but that didn't change the fact that he was a pompous, self-absorbed jerk. "Please! I have a final exam today, and I can't be late!" Mumbo begged, his green eyes staring up into Grian's blue ones. "And why should we?" Grian chuckled, looking down at the boy in Scar's grip. There it is," Iskall mumbled as Grian made his way up to Mumbo. "Look, I know I say I can't deal with you guys any day, but today is really important! You have to let me go!" He felt the panic that he was feeling fuel his anger, he couldn't be late for his exam! Perhaps he would have to talk after all. He was right here, and still Iskall found the nerve to ignore him. He normally at least tells us to leave him alone." "He ain't saying anything, eh?" Iskall walked up next to Scar. Mumbo, of course, said nothing and kept his eyes trained downwards at Scar's shoes. "Headed off to math again, right, kid?" Scar was the one who had hoisted him up, pulling the smaller boy up to eye level. Mumbo cursed under his breath and kept his eyes down, trying to avoid looking up. He was almost to the end of the hall and out of their sight when he felt a hand grab the back of his shirt, lifting him up effortlessly. Mumbo frowned and immediately cast his eyes downward again, using his hands to play nervously with his tie. Iskall, Scar, and of course their blonde-haired leader. He glanced up to his left using his peripheral vision, and he saw the group of clowns. Mumbo Jumbo took a deep breath and finally turned the corner, his footsteps resonating in the mostly empty hallway. He couldn't let Grian distract him, no matter what. He couldn't afford to be late for his exam - he was good at math, but being ten to fifteen minutes late would result in him losing limited time for a grade that was ten percent of his average. He was always tardy for his math class, and he now had a reputation as one of the smartest but somehow worst students in the class when it came to attendance, but that wasn't his fault! It was Grian's, but nobody believed that a junior would be trying to get the attention of a freshman. He had to succeed otherwise he would be tardy for his math exam. He gulped and decided that he would keep his eyes forward, his gaze downward, and try to ignore anything that the junior tried to say to him. Mumbo knew that the moment he turned to make his way into the next locker bay, Grian would be there with his friends, probably discussing new ways to make an utter fool of him. They were now in the middle of the fourth quarter, the last quarter of the school year, and Mumbo Jumbo had other priorities to be focusing on rather than a troublesome junior, such as finals. Mumbo had always been taught to avoid that sort of thing, as the people normally stopped after a while if he did, but this boy was different.
A junior who had somehow taken interest in the freshman, and had been pulling tricks on the boy for the longest time. Mumbo tried to walk through the halls as quickly as he could, trying to avoid a certain someone whom he knew would be around the corner.Ī certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned boy that absolutely loved to try something new on him every day.
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