A/N: i wrote this in my history class one day, so its just a one-shot on how otis and baby met. i just got the title from 'school' (a nirvana song for those who arent familiar with their work) because im lazy and not really creative. sorry my writing is awful but im mainly focusing on nirvana fics so i have to get out of the laidback writing style and into something more formal which is quite difficult. enjoy.


Vera-Ellen Firefly sat in her fifth hour US history class twirling her pencil, glaring or making sarcastic comments at kids who walked by her desk. She sat in the very first seat in the row adjacent from the door which gave her an advantage at being the shrew of her class. Vera flipped her hair back and chewed on her pencil seductively at the teacher, who coughed in embarrassment. She cackled and put the pencil in her bra, like usual.

The teacher went to his podium and began shuffling through his papers until he cleared his throat. "Open your textbooks to page eighty-nine and we will begin taking notes."

Vera stared at Mr. Urbanski evenly, he didn't say a word as she never leaned down to grab her outdated textbook.

Suddenly a girl screamed.

Vera swiveled around and looked straight at the source of chaos. An albino boy was glaring at a Hispanic girl, who looked like she was going to burst into tears. He just smirked and stayed focused on his desk; waiting for the teacher's reaction. "Mr. Driftwood?" "Yes?" The albino looked up.

Mr. Urbanski twitched a little as the albino's cold blue eyes looked straight through him. "Do you want to see the principal?" He attempted to threaten the boy. Everyone stayed dead quiet, a sick feeling in all of their stomachs. Vera recognized that feeling. That same feeling happened when she stabbed a peer back in elementary.

She watched with excitement waiting to see if this Mr. Driftwood was worth talking to. "Hell no," He finally sneered. "Now be quiet and don't mess with anyone else, Otis." The teacher spat his name out as if it were poison. Otis glanced at him with a venomous look and then returned to grumbling under his breath.

Vera stopped staring at him and leaned back into the seat of her desk. She contemplated if she should actually associate with him. He could just be one of those seemingly bad kids that if you threw into prison would turn out to be a giant pussy. She chewed her nails, dazed.

Finally the bell rang and Vera waited for the other kids to walk out before her. Otis did the same action. Her eyes never stopped watching him as she padded over to him. "I'm Vera." She put out her hand. He looked up at her. "Shake my damn hand." She soon snapped. Otis chuckled and shook her hand. "And as you know, I'm Otis." Vera noted his rough voice, he was obviously a smoker. "I liked what you did today." She said as he stood up. "You were about the only one." Otis scoffed and began walking down the aisle.

Vera followed him, but they didn't say a word. Otis stopped before entering his next class. "Why are you stalking me?" He asked. "You're the only one here who isn't a fool." "And how do you know that?" "You haven't ran from me yet." Otis looked down into her eyes. Vera kept the hard look on her face as he glanced over her. "Stop stalking me and maybe there could be an alliance." He remarked and then walked into his class. Vera growled and turned away, heading for the smoker's patio. She pushed the door in a vulgar manner and stomped off the property.

An alliance? What is she, a fucking member of the nazi party? Well if he wanted to play this game Vera could play right back and even better than he could. Vera knew his type, her father had dealt with those before. Plus it was Vera and no one was better than her. Vera grinned slyly to herself as she headed to her dad's place. This match had just begun.