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a/n: request from AnnaCsuzda

Call From Michelle Jones

"What do you want, Jones?"

"You've got Peter's spot on the team."

"Hell yeah! Penis quit or'd you kick him off?"

"He's dead."

"What?"

"Peter died. Killed himself."

"Wh-what the hell? You're kidding, right?"

"No."

"I don't. . . Why?"

"Who the fuck knows, Eugene. But I have a little fucking guess."

"W-what's your guess?"

"Well, let's see. Peter came to this school and never said a mean word to anybody. He helped people, and he was the kindest person out there."

". . ."

"Then, now this will come as a surprise, then, some kid became jealous of his grades. Peter couldn't help that he had good grades, could he?"

"N-no."

"So do you have any idea why that jeapous person picked on him every single day? Why he called him childish names for no reason? Why he was just generally a terrible person to him for no fucking reason at all?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Yeah you better fucking be. You happy you got your dumbass spot on the team?"

"I think I'm gonna quit AcaDec."

"That's what I thought, Eugene. Ever talk to me again and I'll knock your fucking teeth out."

Call Ended


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