2p!America x Punk!Reader
So What - P!nk
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
I guess I just lost my husband,
I don't know where he went,
So I'm gonna drink my money,
I'm not gonna pay his rent,
I got a brand new attitude and
I'm gonna wear it tonight,
I wanna get in trouble,
I wanna start a fight,
na na na na na na na I wanna start a fight,
na na na na na na na I wanna start a fight.
Everyone in school was muttering the same things: “So and so has a new car!” or “OMG! They did what?” It was the same as always. Everyone was boring… even the badass popular kids that caused most of the trouble at school. Everyone gave them the nickname of the “Antis”, because they’re against everything that goes on.
You sighed and nibbled on a few pieces of your food. You looked over and saw the said troublemakers walking in. They all looked smug and mad to some degree… except for the pink one. He had an eerie grin on his creeped everyone out though…
So, so what
I'm still a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't need you,
And guess what,
I'm having more fun,
And now that we’re done,
I'm gonna show you tonight,
I'm alright,
I'm just fine,
And you're a tool,
So, so what,
I am a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't want you tonight.
You watched as they sat in their casual spot. You were specifically watching one of the dark haired ones. His name was John, or something. His red eyes flickered between his “friends”. He looked like he was about to knock some heads off… maybe his own brother’s if need be. Which, they didn’t need a reason to be themselves. A lot of people have a hard time figuring that one out.
(Uh check my flow, aw)
The waiter just took my table,
And gave it to Jessica Simps (shit!),
I guess I'll go sit with drum boy,
At least he'll know how to hit,
What if this song's on the radio,
then somebody's gonna die,
I'm gonna get in trouble,
My ex will start a fight,
na na na na na na na he's gonna start a fight,
na na na na na na na we're all gonna get in a fight!
“John~!” The pink boy smiled.
“What do you want, Oliver…” John groaned. He looked at him with a smug look and dangerous eyes.
“Someone’s looking at you~!” Oliver said.
“Pssh! Why would anyone do that?” John scoffed.
He looked around and noticed one of the Goth girls. She was staring at him. She looked down and busied herself with her own lunch. John raised an eyebrow at the girls near her and looked back at her.
“John ha-“ Everyone looked over to see what was going on when John hit Oliver. Oliver squealed in pain and hit the table with a thud.
“You’re so mean!” Oliver cried.
“Oh grow up.” John sighed.
The lunch bell rang and everyone started to leave. John had better plans than to go to class. He wondered who actually went anyways. The school was a dump and the teachers sucked. He followed her through the hallways and pulled her into an empty classroom.
You weren't there,
You never were,
You want it all,
But that's not fair,
I gave you life,
I gave my all,
You weren't there,
You let me fall.
John had pulled you into an empty classroom… so many things sounded wrong in that sentence. All of which was the fact that it was John who did it. He stared at you as he sat on the desk. He shook his messy dark hair out of his face.
“Why were you staring at me?” He asked.
“I can’t stare at people?” You retorted.
“No, you can’t.” He spat.
You shook your head. He really was like every other boy in the school… maybe not like Francois but similar enough. He watched you carefully as you walked around. You sat on the desk next to him.
“What if I thought you were cute?” You said, looking at the blank white board. You could feel his curious gaze burning holes into your skin. You looked over to him.
“Not allowed to stare at people.” You mocked.
This made his face scrunch into a knot as he looked away. He cleared his throat and tried to think of something to say. You glimpsed at his face through the corner of your eye. A smile curled your lips as he looked like he was about to explode from embarrassment.
“You saying’ I’m cute?” He finally said after a while. You turned and looked at him with a serious look.
“No.” You said. “I think you’re drop dead gorgeous.”
His jaw dropped and his hands slipped on the desk, making him fall on the floor. You tried to hide your smile as you walked away and went to class. You saw him enter with his red face a few minutes later. This was going to be fun~!
No, no, no, no
I don't want you tonight,
You weren't there,
I'm gonna show you tonight,
I'm alright,
And you're a tool,
And your a tool,
So, so what,
I am a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't want you tonight!
oh and yay! part2 i sees zee link!
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I've seen some people call 2P!America Jason.
For some reason, it fits him, and reminds me of the Friday 13th movies. XD Never watched em though.