A/N: Jeez, I'm really on a roll (well, a minor one) with thinking up really random stories. This one is just silly, mildly funny though (I think… ;) Hope you like, or at least read. Comments will be greatly appreciated! My first Static Shock fanfiction (that's been put online anyway. I have some other ideas… Heh heh…) BTW, I'm having the lessons start at about 9:30, I know it's totally wrong, but oh well…
Disclaimer: This is called a fanfiction. Therefore, I don't own Static Shock. Kapeesh?
Static, or Virgil Hawkins, resident superhero of Dakota, had spent all night patrolling, fighting 'bad guys' and basically saving people from themselves. And after pulling an all-nighter, one is bound to be tired.
That's why there was a very girl-ish scream emitting from the room of a certain Afro-American teenage boy.
"9:27! What the hell! I'm so late!" the black boy yelled, staring at the offending alarm clock. His anger showed through his abilities, and the clock promptly exploded due to electronic overload. Virgil didn't really notice, as he was too busy dashing to the bathroom, trying to make sure he wouldn't stink when he did finally turn up.
It had to be the week Sharon and Dad went away…he thought bitterly.
After what was literally a minute-long shower, he dashed back out, threw on some clothes and ran out of the door. Figuring no one would notice if he went fast enough, he jumped onto his disk and flew speedily to class. He ran through the now empty corridors of Dakota Union High, and finally reached his homeroom.
Swinging the door open, he prepared to attempt a speech that would hopefully get him out of the impending 3 week long detention.
What he was met with was unexpected.
As he stepped through the door, half the class started laughing insanely and the other half looked freaked out. A few girls turned away, blushing, while the jocks sat, staring gormlessly.
Not that it was any different to usual for them.
The teacher, Ms. Jones, took her glasses off and polished them, as if unsure of what she was seeing.
"Miss, I can expla-" Virgil's apology was cut short as his long-time friend, Richie, slapped his hand over his mouth and roughly pulled/ shoved him out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"What was that about? Why were they laughing? Sadists…" Virgil demanded, noticing for the first time that the blonde was beetroot red and had his gaze averted.
"Bro, you should expect that kind of response when you're not wearing any pants. Not to mention the heart-covered boxers," he snickered.
Pretty random. It popped into my head in Science, so I figured 'what the heck! My science fics haven't failed me before!' and here it is. Sorry for going on…;