Disclaimer: Hey guys! I'm back, and I still don't own Taz and Up, but I own everybody else! ;D
A/N: IYAAAAAAA! So yeah, this is the first part of the extra mission. It's actually quite a bit longer than I realised. It'll be six chapters, approximately. Um…I hope you like it! And a big thank you to thegirlwhowaited441 because I'm British and I haven't got a clue about American Education. She was a big help! -lessthanthree-
If you have NOT read 'And they Thought she'd Never Make it' you may want to read this bit: Hi! Just to let y'all know that Cal is Taz and Up's commander, as this is written when Up was still a Lieutenant. That should be the only that may confuse you. Any other questions, feel free to ask! Or just go read the other story.
Song of the chapter: Good Day, One Republic
"To my friends in New York, I say hello, to my friends in L.A, they don't know, where I've been for the last few years or so, Paris to China to Colorado.
Sometimes there's airplanes I can't jump out, sometimes there's bullshit that don't work out.
We are god of stories but please tell me what there's to complain about."
"Jou have got to be kidding me."
There was a deathly silence. Up looked down, leaning back into the chair and putting his hand on his head, looking gradually more nervous. Taz and the Ambassador sat facing each other, their arms on the table, their eyes narrowed.
"For the fifteenth time, Taz. I don't kid people." Taz growled slightly. "Oh, come on," the Ambassador exclaimed. "It's not that difficult!"
Taz leaned even further forwards. "Let me just put what jou just said into perspective," she said, seething. She held her hand up slightly, palm facing upwards. "University." She held the other one up in much the same way, her elbows leaning on the table. "Uniform." The Ambassador was having a hard time not chuckle. She spun the first hand around again, glaring at him. "Cal." She spun the other one. "Making friends with a traitor, whose name we do not know…Put all dat together and jou have this estupido mission!" she then cried, clapping her hands together for emphasis.
The Ambassador gave her a look, quite clearly still trying not to laugh. "Please, Taz?"
"Please what?" Taz questioned, sitting back and scowling.
"Don't be difficult."
"I'm not being!"
"Then I really don't want to see you being difficult…"
Taz looked at him, a furious look in her eyes. "Shut up." The Ambassador gave her a look, and she scowled deeper.
"Taz," Up said. Her eyes flicked to him and he gave her a reprovingly look. She huffed slightly, looking away from him and crossing her arms. "Of course we'll do it, Ambassador," Up said. Taz huffed again, even louder.
Both men ignored her.
"Good, I'm expecting you at the launch pod tomorrow morning at 8," the Ambassador said. There was a silence. Taz presumed Up nodded. "I'll expect you to have wrapped this mission up within a month. I hope that will be long enough?"
"Of course."
"Good. I'll settle the details with Cal, and I'll see you both in the morning to see you off." There was a soft mumbling sound, and Taz turned her head slightly, curious. Up leaned back away from the Ambassador, who was smirking widely. "Yes, yes. I'm sure Taz will be looking forward to it."
"Looking forward to what?" Taz demanded.
Neither man answered her question.
"Come on, Taz," Up said, pulling on her arm and dragging her towards the door.
"Looking forward to what?" Taz cried out, turning round in Up's grip to glare at the Ambassador. "What will I be looking forward to?"
"Nothing," the Ambassador replied innocently.
"TELL ME!" Taz shrieked, putting her foot in the door and refusing to leave. The Ambassador chuckled. "Tell me!"
"Oh, nothing," the Ambassador said as Up managed to drag Taz away from the door. The door slowly began to close. "Just the makeover and the hair extensions."
There was a loud screech, which the Ambassador presumed came from Taz, and there were multiple sounds and bangs on the door, finally followed by a loud thump and stomps that gradually faded away into the distance.
"Ambassador?" Up's voice sounded through the metal door rather quietly. "I think she just broke my jaw again, and my foot…would you mind calling Cat for me…?"
Taz and Up walked up to the university gates. Makeovers done, microscopic microphones and hearing devices attached, uniforms on. Up looked to his left. Taz was walking, her face set into a permanent scowl and her hands in her pockets, fists obviously clenched. She had been far from happy about the uniform. She'd been able to deal with the extensions, which were now tied back in a loose plait over her right shoulder, but the uniform had really pushed her to the limit. Plus the fact, she wasn't too happy that Up had barely had anything done to him at all, other than covering up his scar, shaving him clean and dying the grey hairs out. He hadn't had to go through a full facial and hair transformation including eyebrow shaping and moisturiser. Up wasn't really best pleased about the uniform either, he had to admit.
His reasons, however, were far creepier than Taz's were. Taz didn't like having to wear a skirt that barely reached her thigh because she'd be cold. Up didn't like it because he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her legs. Thank god she was wearing tights. The uniform basically consisted of, a white shirt, black skirt, black tights, black blazer, purple and black striped tie, black converse. The Galactic League had wanted her to wear dolly shoes. Taz had refused to wear anything but boots. The Galactic League had eventually given in, as they usually did when Taz was involved.
"This is estupido," Taz grumbled. She grabbed the edge of her pleated skirt and pulled it down sharply. Up leant over quickly, stopping her suitcase as it began to topple over in the sharp wind.
"It'll be fine," Up replied, keeping a firm grip on Taz's suitcase until she grabbed it.
"I'm cold," she growled. "Nothing's fine when I'm cold." She leaned towards the gates, peering through and searching for signs of life. "Is someone coming to let us in?" she questioned irritably.
"Yeah."
"Where are they?" she demanded, folding her arms. Her suitcase fell back onto her floor and she gave it a disgusted look. "I'm cold."
"I know."
"Where's Cal?"
"He's gone round the back and in through the staff entrance."
"Can we not go dat way?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because we're not staff."
"But I'm cold." Up gave Taz a look and she huffed, leaning back against her suitcase, which Up had picked up from the floor for her. It fell over again.
A man appeared at the gate. He was a short and fat man with wispy grey hair that stuck up like Homer Simpson's. He smiled at the pair cheerfully as he pressed the button next to the door and the gates opened outwards, nearly sending Taz and Up onto the floor.
"Hello there, you must be two of the agents from the Galactic League," he said hopefully. They both nodded. "Good, you're going by the names Luz Valdez and Matthew Sheppard, correct?"
"Yes, dat's correct," Taz said, sounding frustrating.
"Good. My name is Mr Willis. I am the head-"
"Yes, yes, headmaster of the school. Now can we please come in? Me esto tirando a la congelacíon." She didn't wait for an answer and pushed past the man, stalking off across the gravel and towards the building. The man looked at Up who returned an apologetic look.
"Sorry about her," he mumbled, leaning down to pick up Taz's suitcase. "You'll get used to it."
Mr Willis led the pair through the corridors of the main school. It was like a Starship, kind of. Apart from the walls were made of painted yellow plaster and the flooring was covering in a dark green carpet. So really, it wasn't anything like a Starship at all apart from the fact that it had corridors. The bell sounded as they turned their third corner and the nosy students who had been spying them through the windows in the wooden doors came charging out to take a better look. Obviously some didn't really care but most stopped at the sides of the corridors and followed them with their eyes as they walked past, whispering to their friends, naturally.
"People just never change," Taz whispered to Up irritably. He couldn't help but snigger. It was true. They hadn't even done anything yet and already their names, well their fake names, and appearances would be all around the school in under three minutes.
"Luz, you'll be staying here with two other students," Mr Willis explained, stopping outside on the doors. The door was painted red, but the paint of peeling and the metal number '48' that was nailed to the wood was tilted. Taz sighed, but nodded.
"Where's U-uh-Matthew staying?" Taz asked, correcting herself at the last minute.
"In the boys half, other side of the building."
"Jou're kidding?" Taz asked, staring at Mr Willis with clear irritation.
"No…"
"For dead-god's sake."
"Sorry but it's a rule we created when we figured out half of our students were breaking the 'no people of the opposite gender in your room' rule," the head teacher explained. He didn't seem to realise that he'd just made everything a whole lot worse for him.
"Dat is the most stupid rule I've ever heard of," Taz decided, pushing through the door, a pissed off expression hanging on her features. "Goodbye," she spat out, about the slam the door.
"Wait!" Mr Willis cried. He passed Taz a sheet of paper that she snatched out of his hands angrily.
"What the fuck is dis?" she questioned.
"Language." She glared at him furiously. "It's your timetable."
"Right, thanks. Whatever." She pulled her suitcase through the door and swung it round so it fell into the room behind her.
"See you later," Up called. Taz nodded to him and raised her hand as the door fell shut behind her.
Taz walked into the room, and straight over to the door that she figured was to be her bedroom. It was the only door that didn't have any posters or pictures on it. Irritated, she swung the suitcase on the bed and opened it pulling out her cloths and setting them on the bed to sort out. She hadn't packed her own suitcase; the Galactic League wouldn't let her. They were probably scared she'd try and sneak a bomb in a something. Shows how much they trusted her. Taz sorted through the cloths and was pleased to see that though Galactic League didn't trust her, they sure knew what cloths she wore.
The majority of the cloths, apart from the spare uniforms and underwear, were made up of Khaki Combat pants, sweats and various colours of tank top. They'd also put in two pairs of black leggings, two long jumpers, her coat and a couple of long cardigans which she was almost positive had originally belonged to Up. Then she found the short dark blue one sleeved dress and she regretted ever allowing the Galactic League to pack her stuff. Where the heck had that come from? She'd never seen that before in her life. Underneath it was a thin black belt, which she assumed was to go around her waist as she wore the dress. She glared at the suitcase. God she hated the League.
And then she found the pictures, lay at the bottom, under a small pile of folding paper and a folded up constellation map. Taz almost smiled. Nope, she loved the League. Dead-god she was being indecisive today. She moved the papers out of the way and pulled the three pictures out, setting them on her side drawers with care. The first picture was one of her and Up. Cat had taken it on Taz's birthday earlier in the year. Taz had been sat next to Up on the sofa and he had his arm around her waist, forcing her to stay still for the picture. Her face had been set into a subtle smile, until he whispered something in her ear, it was something stupid, that he knew was sure to make her grin. She had grinned, just as the picture was taken. Her face was scrunched together in a manic grin and Up was looking at her, laughing slightly. Taz had thought the picture was disgusting, but she had to admit, it had grown on her.
The second picture was of Up and Leon on their own, she'd taken it, on the night of the prom. Both men were dressed in their suits and both looked as dashing as the other, almost…
The last frame the Galactic League had sent was one that was taken on earlier in the year. Up had decided that since everyone was back at the academy, he'd invite them all over to his room for a party. Gred, who had annoyingly enough invited himself to the party, had taken the picture. Taz was sprawled onto the sofa, Up seated next to her and a drink held above her head. She had her mouth open in an amused scream as Jacon had fallen on her. Emilia was sat on the arm of the sofa, her feet disappearing under Jacon and Taz. Dev and Derren were leaning over the back, nearly tipping their drinks over the others. Leon was squished up on the other side of Up and behind Cat who was perched at the front laughing at her brother's attempts to get everyone off him. Taz shook her head, smirking at the look of her and her friends in their drunken state. She remembered the state of Up's apartment the next morning; he'd brought everyone back to be his clean-up crew.
She smiled. The bell rang. Taz didn't move for a couple of minutes, before finally deciding that if she didn't leave now, she was going to get murdered by the teacher of her first lesson. She hastily shoved all her clothes into various drawers, shoving the dress to the very bottom of the bottom drawer, scowling and vowing she would never see the dress again. She then stood the three pictures up on her beside table and threw the constellation map and the folding paper under the bed, checking her timetable and heading out of the door.
"Hola clase, cómo estamos todos hoy en día?" Señorita Crawford said as she walked into the class, papers in her hands, looking as though they were about to fall all over the floor. "Now today-"
Taz appeared at the door. "Hey Miss, sorry I'm late, I'm new-"
"Español, por favor." Señorita Crawford set the papers down hastily.
Taz was stunned for half a second. "Uh...Bien...Hola Señorita. Lamento llegar tarde, Soy Nuevo. Me sentí un pocoperdido."
Señorita Crawford smiled with delight. "Eso es muy beuno," she said. "¿Cuál es sunombre?"
"Luz."
"Hola, Luz."
"Hola."
"Okay, Luz. Where would you like to sit?" Señorita Crawford asked. Taz took a look around the room at the people that were perched in the tiny chairs with the tiny desks that were set in lines across the room. There were a few empty seats dotted around. She shrugged. "How about you sit there?" Señorita Crawford pointed at a seat halfway down the classroom, next to a pale skinned boy with dark messy hair that he kept flicking out his eyesight.
"Okay," Taz replied. She made her way across the room, swinging her bag onto the desk as she slipping into the seat. She pulled her pencilcase out and chucked it on the table. She elbowed the bag off the desk and it dropped to the floor. Señorita walked past and chucked a small green workbook on her desk as she talked about the conversasional excercise they were going to be doing.
"Hey," the boy next to Taz suddenly said. She glanced at him, he flicked his head to the left and his fringe fell back up his forehead.
"Hi," she replied before turning back to the board.
"You the new girl?"
"I just said that a couple of minutes ago."
"I'm rubbish at Spanish, I have no clue what you said," he replied, sounding slightly embarrassed.
"Yes, I'm the new girl."
"And your name is Luz?"
"Yes."
"Doesn't that mean light?"
"Do jou always ask so many questions?" Taz demanded, looking back at him. The boy smirked.
"Kind of, yeah," he replied. "I'm Jake."
"Presioso," Taz murmured, trying to concentrate on what Señorita Crawford was saying.
"Huh?" Taz looked at Jake, irritated.
"Lovely!" she said loudly and sarcastically. Señorita Crawford stopped talking and looked at Taz.
"Sorry, Luz. Is Mr Bolton pestering you?" she asked, sounding annoyed.
"It's fine, Señorita," Taz replied. "Sorry." Señorita Crawford scowled slightly but continued to talk. Jake kept trying to grab Taz's attention. He kicked her chair, he chucked tiny peices of screwed up paper at her. He found it incredible that she managed to dodge or catch almost all of them without even looking at him.
"Alright, get into your pairs and just have a little conversation. In Spanish of course. It doesn't matter what the conversation is about, just as long as it's in Spanish. You can use your dictionaries if you don't know what something means. Ya está listo," Señorita Crawford called. Jake was at Taz's side in an instant.
"Hola, Jake," Taz said in a monotone voice.
"Are you Spanish?" Jake asked.
"No, soy mexicano," she answered, leaning against her little desk, her knees set under her chin. Jake looked down before he could stop himself and Taz was very glad that she was wearing shorts. She kicked him in the chest. "Pervetir."
"Huh?"
"Idiota, mirar lo arriba," she told him. Jake looked at her, totally confused. She gestured to the dictionary on his desk. He picked the dictionary up and flicked through the pages. When he finally found the meaning of the word he blushed bright red.
"Sorry."
"Español?" Taz demanded.
Jake looked up for a second, trying to think. "Lo seinto?" Taz nearly smiled. Jake grinned at her widely, realising from her expression that he'd got it right. "So, what did you major in?"
"Educación física y en Español," Taz replied. "Qué hay de usted?" Jake looked terrified. Taz raised an eyebrow at him and he grabbed for his dictionary, looking up what she'd said.
"Oh, I did the same," Jake said, looking up from his dictionary and grinning.
"Perfecto," Taz grumbled sarcastically. Jake grinned even wider, even her could tell what that meant. Apparently though, he hadn't detected the sarcasm when it was said in a foreign language.
"So you got P.E this afternoon?"
"Sí."
"We've got a new teacher that's just arrived you know. I saw him come into the gates this morning. He's huge. He's like, going to murder us." Taz smirked at this very accurate description of Cal's appearence and personality.
"Problemente," she agreed.
"Okay, class. That's enough of that," Señorita Crawford called. "Please turn to pages 16 to 17 in the books I've put on your desks." Taz spun on her seat and turned away from Jake. Jake went back to his seat and spent the rest of the lesson trying to grab her attention. Taz spent the rest of the lesson ignoring him.
Taz walked out of her Spanish lesson, slinging her bag onto her shoulder roughly. As she turned the corner she was immediatly faced by a very pissed off looking Cal. According to the Galactic League, she was meant to act as though she'd never met him before. But come on, he was doing the infamous glare, complete with the angry stomp. She could hardly stop herself from raising an eyebrow when he caught her eye. Cal took a double take when he saw her, scanning his eyes from the top of her head to her toes, and then back up again. He caught her eye and raised his eyebrows. Taz narrowed her eyes at him.
"Good first lesson, sweetheart?" he whispered mockingly into her ear as he passed, sniggering slightly.
Taz growled, and stuck her foot in his path without anyone noticing. He walked straight into her leg and tripped over slightly, staggering halfway down the corridor to stop himself from falling. He stopped, turned, and glared at her, his expression fuming. She gave him an innocent look before she turned on her heel and walked away, a smirk growing on her lips. This was war.
How had she ever coped while she was at school? Seriously, how?
At the Academy it hadn't been too bad, she'd only four subjects where she had had to sit still and properly concentrate, and she'd had Up next to her, telling her to listen or take notes or whatever. Now she was on her own, in the most boring English lesson she'd ever experienced. To make it worse, she was sat next to some small kid that was full of a fucking cold and was sniffling every three seconds. Taz was halfway in-between desperatly wanting to sleep and desperatly wanting to punch a wall. When the bell finally rang she was the first person to stand and she immediatly ran towards the door. She pulled the door open harshly and stormed through it, her bag swinging behind her like a dangerous weapon. She stalked down the corridor in a huff, a vicious scowl set on her face. Up saw her from the other side of the corridor, her eyes shining with annoyance and her feet stomping on the ground like she wanted to punish it for just being there. He caught her arm and pulled her towards him.
"Hey there," he said as he dodged the smack she sent to his face. Taz realised who it was and lowered her fist. "You seem happy," Up observed sarcastically. She scowled at him. "C'mon, to lunch," he said, pulling her down the corridor by her wrist.
Taz and Up spent the entire lunch sat in the cafeteria talking about their morning. They didn't even register it was the end of lunch until one of the dinner ladies came over and informed them that the bell signalling the end of lunch had gone. They both thanked her and stood up hurridly.
"What've we got?" Taz asked.
"I don't know, why don't you check your timetable since I'm not the one that carries it anymore?" Up smirked and winked at her as she scowled. He gave in and checked the timetable. "We've got P.E."
They both looked at each other and smirked simultaniously.
"RIGHT YOU LOT! YOU BETTER BE IN THAT FUCKING SPORTS HALL WITHIN FIVE MINUTES OR I'M GOING TO STRING YOUR NECKS-"
"Shut up, jou nob," Taz muttered as she attempted to push past Cal in the doorway of the girls changing rooms, her brown bag in one arm and her training bag in the other. She shoved at his back with her shoulder, and he simply looked behind him at her. Cal was halfway in-between laughing and glaring at the small hispanic girl.
"Be quiet darlin', or I'll kill ya," he whispered in her ear as he moved out of the way to let her past.
Taz gave him a look. "Against the rules, honey," she reminded him and walked off, sneakily flicking her finger at him as she did. Cal hid his smirk with a scowl as he turned around and walked off into the gym.
Taz was ready within two minutes. She slipped her trainers onto her feet and tied them up swiftly. She stood from the bench, straightening her tank top and beginning to walk towards the door.
"Whoa, girlfriend," a girl cried as Taz reached the door. The girl pushed in-between Taz and the door, her arms sprawled across the doorway. "Where are you going, looking like that?" she demanded, her hands on her hips. Taz looked down at her appearence.
"P.E?" she asked, not really understanding the question.
"You're going to go in front of the guys, like that?" she asked again. Taz nodded slowly. "Do you have no shame?"
"What should I be ashamed of?" Taz asked.
"You're wearing zero make-up. You're wearing sweats and a dulled red tank top. Are you insane?" the girl shrieked. "I mean, you're really pretty and everything but you need to at least make an effort!"
Taz raised an eyebrow. "Thanks, but I don't really want to make an effort. I'm going to look sweaty and anging by the end anyway," she said, trying to dodge around the girl.
"You can't let them see you all sweaty. Ew!"
"I don't really care."
"Well you should."
"Jou should be dressed, jou've got like two minutes before that teacher wants jou in there," Taz commented, realising that the girl was still wearing her uniform.
"He was exaggerating."
"No he wasn't."
"Yes he was."
"Trust me," Taz said, pushing past the girl and pushing the door open. "He wasn't." She walked across the little corridor and pushed open the door at the end which led to the hall. Up was already there, talking to Cal.
"Taz, what should he teach?" Up called over. Taz looked at Cal, who was scowling into the air.
"How to do dat brilliant scowl." Up gave her a look. "Sorry. Uh...I don't know...do you have a curriculm to go off?"
"Um...no?" Cal replied, looking confused. "I have been told nothing. Whoever runs this school is a complete idiot who mustn't have a clue whether his staff are actually his staff or whether their Starship Rangers because he quite clearly can't tell between them."
Taz sniggered. "Well, just teach fighting then," she suggesterd.
"See! I told you she'd agree with me!" Up cried, looking back at Cal.
"I can't teach that!"
"Well you can't teach anything else," Up reminded him. "You can either teach fighting or cricket, and they're not going to want to play cricket."
"I like cricket."
"Precisley." Taz smirked. Cal glared at her.
"Fine!" he yelled. "But we can't do it here, they'll kill themselves on this floor."
"Do it on the field," Taz suggested.
"It's raining."
"You would've made the Cadet's do it in the rain."
"But these aren't cadets."
"But that doesn't mean they can't train on a field in the rain." Cal huffed slightly and gave in, nodding his head slightly.
"Fine." He paused. "Where the fuck are they?"
"The boys are spraying themselves with aftershave."
"The girls are putting on make-up and designer tracksuits."
"Oh, so that's why you look glittery and you smell of a perfume shop." They both nodded solemnly. Cal pulled an expression that looked like he'd just been punched in the face. He wandered towards the door and shut it behind him. "RIGHT! IF YOU ARE NOT OUT HERE IN FIVE SECONDS I WILL ACTUALLY COME INTO THOSE CHANGING ROOMS AND DRAG YOU OUT, WHETHER YOU'RE READY OR NOT!" Cal yelled at the top of his voice. Taz and Up could hear him from where they were stood. "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE, SMELL LIKE OR WEAR WHILE YOU ARE IN MY LESSONS! BUT IF YOU DON'T COME OUT HERE, NOW! I WILL DUNK EVERY ONE OF YOU IN PIG CRAP!"
Immediatly the entire class came pouring out into the hall. They all stared at Taz and Up and whispered with each other. Cal rolled his eyes and pushed through them. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Silence fell. "JESUS! I MAY AS WELL BE TEACHING THREE YEAR OLDS!" Cal stormed over to the front of the group. "Right! Now you've all shut up, my name is Mr Cal, I'd like to cover a few rules!" Cal called.
"1. If you refuse to do something I ask you to, or you do not do it up to my standerd. You fail you exams, immediatly." Taz looked at Cal, knowing full well there was no way he could go through with this threat. He wasn't even a real teacher. The affect was impressive anyway, half the class looked ready to faint in terror. "2. You talk while I'm talking, you leave. 3. If you give me any cheek, or act up, you leave. 4. If you're late, you don't come in. 5. You break any of these rules, you leave. 6. You have to leave more than five times, you fail your exams."
Cal paced back and forth slowly, assessing each student. He pulled a face at the exeptionally small or skinny ones. This earned him a glare from Taz. "Got it?" There were general mumbles of 'yes.' "YOU GOT IT?" Louder mumbles of yes. Taz and Up didn't say anything. The reaction wasn't quite what Cal wanted, but he decided it would have to do, they weren't going to get any louder. "Okay, today I'm going to teach you how to fight."
There were various gasps, groans and shrieks.
"It's either that or cricket!" Cal yelled. The whole class immediatly went silent. Cal muttered something that sounded vaguely like 'what's everyone got against cricket,' before he pointed towards the door. "First, take off your shoes, get outside and do one lap of the field."
"Take off our shoes!" one girl shrieked, it was the same girl that had talked to Taz in the changing rooms.
"Yes," Cal said, nodding once.
"But we're going outside," one of the boys said. Cal looked at him. "You want us to go outside with no shoes on?"
"Yes...NOW GET OUTSIDE AND START RUNNING!"
The entire class legged it towards the door where Taz and Up were already taking their shoes off. Taz looked at Up and smirked before jogging out of the door and onto the muddy grass. The rain immediatly drenched her to the bone as she ran around the outer edge of the field. She could feel it bouncing off her head softly as she moved. She sped up slightly as she heard the rest of her class join her on the mud. They were all screaming and yelling in horror. It made her smirk. She reached the first corner and turned sharply, continuing to run at the same pace. Up was about a metre behind her, going slightly faster than her. They turned the second together and Taz sped up, taking over her friend and surging ahead. Up grinned at her competativness and caught up with her, passing her, still speeding up. Taz sprinted after him, catching up with him at the last corner and they sprinted down the last straight, smirking at each other as they continued to get slightly infront of each other. They reached Cal at the same time and slowed to a stop just as the rest of their class turned the last corner. The class reached them a couple of seconds later and stood, figetting and complaining to each other.
"Right!" Cal shouted, they all fell silent. "Get into pairs, preferably of the same size or physical ability!" The class murmured to each other, trying to pair up with the right people. Taz saw that her Spanish friend, Jake, paired himself with who Taz figured was his best friend, a tall brown haired boy with hazel eyes.
"Hey mate," one boy suddenly said, tapping Up on the shoulder. "You're Matt, right?" Up nodded. "How about we pair up? We're about the same height..."
"Sorry man, I'm paired with her," Up replied, gesturing to Taz. The boy raised his eyebrows.
"But she's like...small..." Taz glared at him angrily. "We're the same size. If I don't go with you I'll end up with her." He pointed to the girl that had talked to Taz.
"She's only a little bit smaller than you."
"But she's a girl." Taz glared at him again.
"How about I pair with jou?" Taz asked, glaring up at the boy angrily. The boy laughed. Taz's eyes blazed with fury and the boy suddenly seemed slightly less happy.
"Uh..."
"Luz, you're fighting with me," Up said, grabbing her wrist. "Dude, just go fight the girl." The boy nodded nervously and walked off glancing at Taz over his shoulder. Taz scowled at the ground. "Taz, please don't kill anyone," Up whispered to her. She smirked, her anger dissapating.
"I'll try," she promised.
"Good!" Cal yelled. "Now, let's see what you've got!" He waited. Taz and Up had moved into a stance but had stopped as no one else had moved. "Fight!" Cal yelled. Awkward glances, a couple of weak punches. Taz and Up exchanged a look. "DEAD-GOD! FIGHT!" A couple more weak punches. "JESUS CHRIST!" Cal looked around and his eyes fell on Taz and Up. "YOU TWO! HERE! NOW!" Taz and Up walked forwards and stood in front of the class. "SHOW THESE DICK-HEADS HOW TO FIGHT!"
"What?" one of the girls cried. "Luz'll get killed!"
Cal gave the girl a ludicrous look. "What planet are you living on?" he questioned. "Shut up and watch!" He looked at Taz and Up. "GO ON THEN!"
They both smirked simultaniously and got into a stance. Up raised his eyebrows at Taz as they circled each other she gave him another lobsided smirk. Up leapt forwards and threw a punch at Taz's face, she ducked under it and grabbed his arm, twisting it down and kicking him in the stomach. He spun away, pulling her with him and kicked her in the spine. She sweapt at his leg but he stepped over it and punched the side of her head. She dodged it and sent one back. Up gripped her wrist and twisted it. Taz bent in pain and kicked him in the knee, buckling him slightly. They backed away from each other and charged back in, spraying mud everywhere.
Up got Taz on the floor but she bit his hand and then she was on top, punching him in the face. Up gripped her arms and pulled her back to her feet, kneeing her in the stomach as he did. Taz kicked him on the side of the head, spun round and kicked at him again. He caught the kick and again the were wrestling on the floor. Up got Taz in a head lock, until she scraped his face with her claws. Taz had Up in a body lock, until he kicked her in side with the back of his foot. They both stood again, totally covered in mud and still smirking. The fight continued. They continued to get the better of each other. Up would tackle Taz to the floor and Taz would knee him in the face. Taz would punch him in the head and Up would head butt her in the face. As per usual with their fights they ended with no winner. The pair collapsed from their position with Taz's arm twisted round her back and Up's head being nearly pulled off and fell into the mud next to each other, doubling over on their knees and breathing heavily.
They both smirked at each other as Up pulled Taz to her feet.
"Whoa," someone from the class murmured.
"RIGHT!" Cal yelled. "NOW THAT WAS A FIGHT! NOW GO ON! DO IT!"
"I don't want to end up looking like that!" one of the girls cried, looking at Taz in horror. Taz looked down at her mud splattered appearence and shrugged.
"IT'S JUST A BIT OF MUD!" Cal raged.
"No, they're bleeding!" the girl shreiked, pointing to Taz's temple and Up's lip. Taz gave her a weird look and Up laughed.
"JESUS CHRIST! TRUST ME! UNLESS YOU'RE PAIRED WITH ONE OF THESE TWO, YOU AI'NT GOING TO BLEED!" Cal screamed. "NOW FIGHT!" The pairs regrettably turned to each other and began to fight weakly. Cal's face turned to complete rage. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE! GET INTO TWO LINES! NOW- Nuhuh," Cal said, grabbing Taz's arm as she began walking to face Up in the line. "Girl, you go with that idiot." He pointed to the guy that had wanted to be paired with Up. "Other girl, you come 'ere with him." Both guy and other girl looked terrified but slowly did as Cal had instucted. "RIGHT!" he pointed to line facing Taz and Up. "HIT 'EM!" The entire class looked at him, horrified. "FUCKING. HIT. THEM."
"Go on," Taz said to the blonde guy in front of her. "Hit me then."
"You want me to hit you?"
"Yeah."
"I can't."
"HIT THEM!"
"Just do it," Taz said, slapping his arm. "Hit me!"
"I can't!" the guy cried, shaking his head frantically.
Taz glared at him furiously. "Yes jou can! Raise jour hand, and hit me!" The guy shook his head and began to back away, Taz grabbed his wrist. "If jou don't fucking hit I'll fucking hit jou!" she shrieked, digging her nails into his skin. He winced and pulled his hand back.
"I can't," he mumbled, looking into her furious eyes.
"WHY?" she screamed. After much persuasion from Cal the rest of the class had finally started to hit their partner. Granted, not very hard, but they couldn't expect them to be very good yet.
"Because..." the guy trailed off and looked at the floor.
"DEAD-GOD!" Cal screeched, charging over to them. He put his hands on his hips expectantly. "JUST HIT HER! SHE CAN DEAL WITH IT!" Taz looked at Cal and smirked, her eyebrow raised. He glanced at her and narrowed his eyes, which clearly read 'shut up, you little shit.'
"I can't hit her," the guy whimpered, still looking at the floor. Taz kicked him in the shin.
"HIT ME!" she screamed. She kicked him again. "DO IT!"
"No!"
"WHY?"
"You're a..." He trailed off as he saw the look on Taz's face. Her face was on fire.
"WHAT?" Taz screamed, grabbing the guys collar, her eyes blazing centimetres away from his face. "WHAT AM I?" Up had stopped his partner from hitting him and was watching the scene intently.
He already knew what the guy was thinking, he bit his lip. "Don't say it," he muttered under his breath, his hands cluntched together as he shook his head slightly.
"You're a...girl," he whimpered.
"WHAT'S JOUR POINT?" Taz screamed. Most of the pairs had stopped and were watching them. "WHAT ARE JOU SAYING?"
"You a girl!" the guy repeated. "A girl! You're small, and feeble and..." Taz already knew the word that was dangling on the end of the guys tongue, and there was no way she was going to allow him to say it. She screamed in fury and shoved the guy away from her, throwing him backwards so he had to stagger around for a few seconds to keep his balence.
"I AM NOT WEAK!" she screeched. "AND IF JOU DON'T HIT ME IN THREE SECONDS I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL JOU!" She held one finger up, her eyes were blazing. She held another finger up, her teeth were gritted and she was breathing heavily. She held the third finger up, her face was turning purple and Up could almost see the guy dying her eyes. He pushed forwards slightly. Cal's arm stopped him. Taz's body shook with hatred and in less than a second the guy was on the floor, holding his nose in his hand. Taz was halfway towards the door.
"SHE BROKE MY NOSE!" the guy on the floor screamed, sitting up, blood pouring out of his nose. Cal stormed over to him and picked him up out of the mud by his shirt.
"YOU TALK TO HER LIKE THAT AGAIN AND YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE MUCH MORE THAN A BROKEN NOSE!" he yelled into the guy's face. The guy whimpered and Cal chucked back into the mud. He pointed to Up's partner. "Take him to the ward, or whatever the fuck you have in this school..." Cal turned to Up and saw the warning expression on his face. Cal wasn't supposed to know Taz, never mind be defending her like that. Cal glared. "Being horrible to her is my job," he said like that explained everything. He glanced at the door that Taz had just gone through. "Go sort her out," Cal said.
"Sir, she'll have gone to the changing rooms!" one of the girls cried.
"Right, thanks," Cal said and nodded to Up.
The girl cried out again. "He can't go in! It's the girls changing rooms! What if she's getting changed!"
Cal gave her a weird look. "Shut up," he cried, exsaperated. "U-Ma-Matthew, go."
A/N: Hey again. Hope you liked it. Just a note for those of you that asked me to write more of And they thought she'd never make it.
I'm not going to write more, I'm going to write a sequel. I think. I might. I probably will. I'm not going to add to the origional story because then if some people liked the ending and was happy with it then they don't need to read the sequel. You see? And also I'm kind of worried that I'll probably mess the entire story up if I add to it since I have no clue what I'm going to write...
It may take a while, so I can build up ideas and stuff, and also finish this as well. Also, if you have anything you would like to see in the sequel, like marriage or kid or something, please say so :)