Disclaimer: I do not own Misfits
Author's note: I'm not british, so if I have some of the slang or words on here that don't really sound correct, please feel free to tell me so and I'll get right on changing them :)
Thanks in advance!
Ethan walked up to the building a groaned. This place was such a shit-hole, how is it that she's stuck here for three fucking months? It wasn't even her fault, that chav was asking for it, and it's not like she came out of the fight on top. She rubbed her shoulder where there was a bandage, and her lip was cut. She would've gotten away with it too, if the pigs hadn't shown up. Her feet were heavy as she trudged to the door and pushed it open, noting how heavy it was and already beginning to hate this place. She blew a strand of her ginger hair out of her face and observed her surroundings; the mingin' tiles on the floors, the less than white walls and that dodgy looking vending machine. She saw an office with shutter blinds, figured it was the probation officer's office, and headed for it.
The door to her left suddenly opened and voices floated out, accompanied by their owners. They all stopped when they saw her; five, Ethan counted. One of them definitely looked like a chav, and immediately Ethan decided she couldn't take her on.
She'd probably knock her out with her tits on the first go.
"Who are you?" the chav asked. The others seemed to look at her like an animal in a cage.
"Ethan Henderson." She replied.
"Yeah, don't bullshit us." The smaller girl said. Ethan shrugged.
"I'm not. That's my name."
"Oh," The boy in the middle had curly hair and brown – no green eyes. "I'm sorry, how long has it been since the operation?" He asked softly.
"What operation?" Ethan asked.
"Well, the one to change your dick into a mangina." The boy said.
"Fuck off." Ethan replied, returning to her route to the probation worker's office.
"To be fair they did a good job!" The boy yelled as she walked away from them, and then after a pause she heard him hiss shit!
She glanced back; the chav was giving him a disgusted look and the boy had his back to her, trying to explain. She caught bits of his sentence – that's not what I meant, I wouldn't shag her. I mean him. I mean... She also noticed that they all wore their boiler suits in different ways, and she felt bile in the back of her throat as she imagined having to wear one of those. She knocked on the probation worker's office door as she rubbed a few fingers on her throat, trying to send the vomit pre-cum back down.
A muffled consent. She opened the door and walked in, not bothering to take a seat.
"Who are you?"
She groaned.
"Ethan Henderson."
The man looked up. He looked like an average Joe, really; a bit on the fat side, but other than that rather normal all around. His indifferent face turned into a sneer. "Ethan?"
She sighed. "It's short for Ethenia, but don't call me Ethenia. I sound like a fucking flower." She blew that strand of hair out of her face again. "I'd rather sound like a dick."
The man chuckled to himself, and then cleared his throat. "Right, of course Ethan, I'll just mark you present and you can go and join the others." Ethan scoffed.
"I am so not joining those wankers."
"It's either wankers, or plungers. Take your pick, toilets or shitheads?" The probation officer peered at her from behind his paper work. When Ethan's face didn't show any understanding, the probation worker rolled his eyes and continued. "If you don't work with the team then you scrub all the toilets in the building."
Ethan sighed and stomped out. The group was still there, and when she slammed the door they stopped talking, and watched her walk. She realized she didn't know where she was going, but she would literally rather shag one of them than ask for directions.
"The lockers are that way, by the way." The boy with green eyes said, Ethan glared at him and muttered fuck you under her breath. She then continued to head in, change, and stand in front of the mirror disputing whether or not she should just jump off the top of the building and get this over with. The two girls entered the change rooms just as Ethan was pinning her long red hair up.
"I like your hair." The shorter girl said. Ethan just looked at her, then went back to business. "Look, I know you're gonna join the team whether we like it or not, so I'd rather we get off on the right foot." When Ethan didn't reply, she continued. "So, I'm Alisha, and this is Kelly."
Ethan looked at them; figured it was better to spend the three months with people she were mates with, and turned and smiled at her. "Nice to meet you."
"What is that, Scottish?" Kelly said, her tone bored.
"What is that, noise?" Ethan replied.
"Fuck you."
"No, fuck you."
Alisha sighed and threw her hands up in the air and left to get the boys as Ethan and Kelly's argument became more heated. When the rest of the guys entered the change room Ethan and Kelly were literally at eachother's throats.
"Are you fucking kidding me, have you looked in a mirror recently? You're entirely fucking ginger!" Kelly yelled.
"Hey I have a question for you Miss porno star. Do you live in fear that one day your body will malfunction and your boobs will absorb you and you'll just end up as one giant tit?"
"Fuck you."
"No, fuck you."
The boy with curly hair walked between them and pushed them apart. The tall guy went to hold Kelly back and the small and reluctant boy gingerly held onto Ethan.
"Girls! Girls! There is no need to fight!" He paused, raising his hands majestically. "There is enough cock, to go around to everybody!" He cheered.
"Fuck you Nathan." Kelly spat.
"Yeah, fuck you Nathan." Ethan replied, only just learning his name. Nathan looked to Alisha, and shrugged.
"Done." He gestured and the two boys let them go. "Now play nice girls." Everyone but Alisha left.
"He's such a twat." Kelly said. After a pause Ethan agreed and they both laughed.
Alisha just shook her head with disbelief, muttered bloody hell and walked out of the change rooms.