Gorillaz In High School: Chapter 1
Hey everyone! Here's a new story for you. It's about the Gorillaz in High School. BTW, this is a 2Nu fanfic. So, don't like it, don't read it. Thanks, please enjoy. Let's go!
Soft rain pattered lightly on the roof of a faded yellow cab as it sped along the busy streets of Crawley, England. The small drops fell on the windows, as the windshield wipers tried fruitlessly to allow for better visibility. Inside, two people held a distant, mind-numbing conversation. One of them being the taxi driver, and the other being a 15-year-old on the way to his first day at a new high school. Stuart Tusspot fiddled with his hands nervously, deciding to focus his attention on the city around him. The brick and glass buildings stood side-by-side, creating a wall that framed the roads. His bright blue, spiky hair fell in his face as he brushed it out of his eyes.
His vision was blurry, too blurry, as he could not see much of anything that was in front of him. He sighed as he pulled out the dreaded box from the front pocket of his black backpack. Inside, were a pair of sleek green, square-shaped glasses that needed to be cleaned. He pulled out the small rag sitting next to them, and wiped them off as best he could. The slid them on his face and made a slight pouting face to himself. He hated those glasses. ("They make me look like a nerd!" He had once yelled at his mother.) He looked at his reflection in the window. Yep, they were still ugly.
Looking up to the mirror at the front of the car, he caught the cab driver staring at him. He did not care, as he was used to this. He had a rather strange appearance, he even knew it. His naturally blue hair stood out in a crowd, thanks to that fucking tree in the backyard. He had fallen out of it when he was nine, and his hair just grew back blue. That was it. He also had a rather strange smile. Some of his teeth were knocked out, and that came from the car accident he was in a few years ago. Which was also the origin of his most interesting feature.
His eyes were completely black, no white even slightly showing. 'Goddamn 8-ball fractures,' he thought. He thought that he looked like an alien. Everyone ran away wherever he went. He felt like an outcast. And he was. So, he was less than thrilled when he realized he was being transferred to a new school. What would all of the people think? He had tried his best to look decent, wearing a blue button-up shirt and jeans. But now, he decided, with the glasses, he just looked like an ultra-nerd.
His expression changed from one of worry to one of dread as they pulled into the drop-off loop of a concrete building. It was rather tall, he noted, and had rings of windows looped around it in layers. It looked like an airport terminal. Outside, teens crowded around the gate that would open up at the first bell. The cab pulled into the loop, and pulled up to the curb to drop him off. Stuart thanked him, and paid him with a 20. He then started towards his new school. His new prison. He looked at a cluster of kids, who looked like they could be friendly. Standing in the group was a rather small, cute Japanese girl wearing black, high-waisted shorts and a horizontally striped shirt. Standing next to her was a rather large, round African-American man wearing bash jeans and a yellow shirt with a red beanie. He, however, had a very striking feature. He had completely white eyes. These kids looked like his type. He decided to take a chance, and walk towards them. He just wanted to get a look through that gate.
Just as he had suspected, everyone backed away as soon as they saw him. He was like a weed, he was so tall, so he could see over everyone, see the terrified and disapproving looks they gave him. The crowd of people parted like the Red Sea. He decided to keep his head down. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone. A kid with black hair that fell slightly over his eyes, and who had an almost green shade of skin. When he smiled, he could see sharp teeth in his mouth. Stuart looked over at him, interested with this kid's appearance. He stuck his tongue out at Stuart, obviously trying to scare him, as his tongue was as long as a snake's. He looked like a fucking lizard-man!
To his relief, the bell sounded before the strange reptile-teen could say anything. Stuart rushed through the gate, keeping his head as low as he could. He just needed to get to his locker. He pulled out the small piece of printed paper that contained the email that had been sent to his mother from the principal. In it was his locker number, and his class list. He finally found his locker, #665. He began unpacking his books, trying to move hastily as the second bell, signaling that class was starting, was going to ring in 15 minutes.
As he threw his gym clothes into the locker, a dark figure pulled up behind him. Stuart whipped his head around to see that same lizard kid standing there. Being closer, he could see that this dark-haired teen had strange eyes as well. One of them was a deep brown, while the other was fiery red. "OI!" Stuart was brought out of his discovery by the teen's gruff, sharp voice. "Wot the 'hell are you staring at?" He asked, a very obvious tone of annoyance in his voice.
Stuart stuttered as he tried to talk. "N-nothing." The kid looked at him sceptically. He gestured at Stuart to move over, with a look that said: 'Move the fuck over or you'll be seeing stars.' Stuart looked back as the teen parked himself in front of the locker to his right, #666. 'Great.' Stuart thought. 'Everyone thinks I'm a monster, and now I'm put in the locker next to this guy.'
"'Ey you!" He heard the kid's voice again. "Do ya have a name?" He said.
"Stuart," he replied. "Yours?"
"Murdoc. Murdoc Niccals." He then slammed his locker shut, mock-saluted Stuart, and then went to join the Japanese girl in the hallway. Stuart sighed again as he heard the bell for first period chime. He made his way down the winding hallways, up the stairs, and to his first class. Math. Ugh. He hated that word. He was never the brightest bulb in the case, but math was his absolute least favorite thing in the world. His mortal enemy.
The classroom was boring and bland, it looked like a mental asylum. At the front of the room stood an elderly man, who was holding a stack of papers. Teens were filing into the classroom, and Stuart took his place with them, deciding to sit in the middle row to the far right. He pulled out his books, as other kids stared at him and whispered to their friends. But then, to his surprise, someone decided to sit next to him. It was the Japanese girl who Murdoc was walking with. She had bright, jade green eyes, and deep indigo hair. As he looked at her in disbelief, she gave him a warm, pretty smile. The teacher grabbed their attention, and the class began.
'Thank god that nightmare is over,' Stuart thought as he walked out of his math class. It had been boring, and Stuart didn't pay attention to much. All he could look at was that girl. She was so brave, to sit next to him like that, he decided. Everyone turned away from him everywhere else, but she- she accepted him. She was really pretty, too, he thought. Her eyes were so bright and gorgeous, and she looks so graceful. 'I would love to be friends with her,' he thought. 'But who am I kidding. I'm an outcast. A weirdo. A monster.'
He trudged along the halls, trying to kill some time before second period. He decided to look at the people instead. He noticed the same African-American with the yellow shirt and white eyes walking the halls, books under his arm. He looked to the left to see someone new. She was rather curvy, and was wearing bright red jeans and a black shirt. She had black hair, and her eyes were covered by sunglasses. She had red lipstick smeared all over her mouth. 'Looks like some whore,' he thought as he rolled his eyes (kind of, nobody could see his pupils). She probably just fucked a teacher.' He saw her pulling up her glasses, as she eyed him and bit her lip sexily. He turned away.
His second class had gone alright, English was his favorite subject. Besides lunch. Speaking of the devil, his stomach growled with hunger. The lunch bell rang, and kids crowded around the cafeteria. Suddenly losing his appetite at the amount of teens there, he grabbed his hot lunch as fast as he could and scrambled to find an empty table where he could hide. He found one at the corner of the cafeteria, it's yellowed benches completely isolated and empty. He dropped the tasteless food onto the table, and buried his head in his hands. He hated this.
He looked around the cafeteria, and did his best to entertain himself. He tried to look at each of the table groups and decipher their cliques. He noticed a bunch of muscular boys and girls wearing sports uniforms and varsity jackets. 'Varsity jocks,' he thought. Next he looked at a table of girls with a lot of makeup, who looked like they have gotten more than a few boob and butt jobs in their lifetime. 'Whores,' the thought as he saw the same girl with the sunglasses as he had seen in the hallway before. Finally, he looked over to a table of kids who had books out, and didn't seem to eat anything. 'Bookworms', he thought as he tried to see what they were reading from his distant table.
He sighed and turned his back when he saw the same whore he had seen in the hallway approaching his table. 'Shit, shit, shit! What the fuck do I do?' He thought as he saw the girl getting closer, her hips swaying.
"Hey!" The girl said brightly, as she placed her ass on the table, right in front of Stuart. "My name's Paula! Are you new around here?" Stuart nodded, not really wanting to talk to this girl. He still wouldn't look her in the eye, so she tried harder. "You know, your really cute! You wanna hang out sometime?" She said cheerfully.
"Thanks," he replied softly. "But I'm kinda busy right-"
He was cut off by a gruff voice shouting in his direction. He turned to see the three teens; Lizard boy, yellow shirt dude, and pretty stripes girl walking towards his table. "OI!" He heard Murdoc yell. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT KID, YOU WHORE!" People stared at him, but Paula scrambled back to her table. Murdoc and the two others chuckled as they walked up to Stuart's table. He kept his head down. "Hey, Stu," he said, deciding that that should be Stuart's nickname. "Mind if we take a seat?"
Stuart shrugged in return, and they all slid onto the benches. Yellow shirt dude and Murdoc sat across from him, while the girl with the striped shirt sat down next to him and flashed him a smile. He just turned his head away. "So," he heard yellow shirt say, "What's your name, kid?" He had a very distinct Brooklyn accent.
"Stuart." He said. "But everyone calls me 2D."
"Why do they call you that?" Asked the girl in the striped t-shirt. He sighed.
"Cause everyone used to say that I had 2 dents in my head. So everyone called me 2D." They all nodded in understanding. Murdoc reached out and stole the bag of chips that was sitting on Stuart's tray.
"Hey! Murdoc, give the kid the chips back!" Said yellow shirt.
"No, its fine, I wasn't going to eat them anyway," Stuart said hastily. Yellow shirt shrugged. "You know my name, but I don't know your's. Also, why are you sitting next to me? Everyone's afraid of my eyes and hair and whatever the fuck else." All of the kids looked confused by this, but stripes girl spoke up.
"We are what everybody calls-" she put her fingers up to make air quotes, "- the weird kids." 2D lifted his head a bit. These kids were weird too? "That, over there, is Murdoc. He's made so many deals with the fucking devil, we can't keep a straight count." Murdoc lit a cigarette, and then mock-saluted 2D again. "That's Russel," she gestured at yellow shirt. "He looks really scary but is a pretty awesome friend. He's possessed, that's why his eyes are like that." She leaned in close to him to whisper- "He doesn't really like to talk about it."
"What's your name?" Stuart asked, a little too quickly as he almost interrupted stripes girl.
"Xia, but everyone calls me Noodle." She gave a cute smile.
"Show him your arms!" Said Murdoc excitedly. 'Noodle' sighed and lifted up her shirt sleeves. Stuart's eyes widened in surprise. Her entire forearm was made of metal, and there were wires going through her joints. Electricity buzzed all through it. She quickly pulled her sleeve back up. "When I was a kid, I had a bit of an accident." She blushed a bit in embarrassment. "The Doc's had to give me a bionic arm."
"Hey D," Russel said suddenly. "You never told us how you got your hair and eyes and stuff."
Stuart sighed. "Well, when I was 13 I got in an accident, and I got two 8-ball fractures from it." He gestured at his eyes. Everyone nodded. "My 'air came from when I was nine. I fell ou' of a tree, and my 'air just fell out and grew back blue. Also got some teeth knocked out in the accident." Everyone looked interested, and he was surprised that they didn't call him a freak, or say that he looked like an idiot. No, these people were different.
Murdoc continued to feast off of 2D's lunch as they got to know each other better. He liked these people! What if they could be his friends? Russel was a nice, but strong guy who was really overprotective of Noodle, almost like a father. He was a Junior, while 2D was a sophomore. Murdoc was a douche, but still a likeable guy. He had some great stories, and cracked some rude jokes to lighten the mood. He was also a sophomore like 2D, and they shared a few classes. And then there was Noodle.
She was so pretty, 2D felt his heart skip a beat every time she looked at him. Her eyes were so bright, yet so deep at the same time. Her warm smile warmed his soul. She was delicate, but strong at the same time. He learned that she grew up in Osaka, with humble origins. Eventually, she moved to America to study fashion. She was able to make money working as a tailor a few streets away from where he lived. They shared every class, and she was so smart too.
They talked and chatted until lunch was over. The bell rang, and they all said their goodbyes to Russel as he had to go back to class, while they got a free period before science. 2D, Murdoc, and Noodle all walked the hallways back to their lockers. Noodle's was only a few away, at 658. They talked for a bit about politics and sports and Noodle talked about fashion for quite some time. It was obvious that Murdoc was getting bored with Noodle's tangent about how miniskirts were stupid, but 2D found it quite interesting. Maybe it was just because of who was saying it.
Clearly trying to get away, Murdoc left, saying that he needed to take a piss. Noodle nodded, as they needed to return to their lockers. Free period was almost over. They walked together, still chatting. However, 2D was less than thrilled at who he saw standing at his locker. He rolled his eyes and groaned. Paula stood there, clearly waiting for his return. "Oh, look," Noodle said quietly, as she didn't want Paula to hear. "The world's biggest twat is here. Listen Stu, don't listen to her. She's the biggest player ever. You have no clue how many teachers she's fucked." He chuckled as she imitated her stupid appearance, biting her lip and looking at him sexily.
"Hey there cutie," he heard Paula say as she rested one hand on his locker and the other one on his face. He shook it off and stepped back. She eyed Noodle and lifted her glasses up. "Who the hell is she? Surely you don't want someone like her." Noodle shook her head and rolled her eyes. 2D then stepped forward and mumbled something so quietly as he got closer to Paula. She just smiled. "What did you say?" She asked with mock sweetness as she cupped a hand to her ear.
"I said: get the fuck away from my locker." Her jaw dropped. "I don't know if the rules were clear, but it's against school rules to loiter around other's personal business." He then gestured towards a sign. And there, the rule was typed up, loud and clear. "So get the fuck away from us." She left with a 'hmph' sound, and he could just barely hear her say the word 'freaks' under her breath.
Noodle stepped up to his side, and put a hand on his shoulder. He sighed, and then began collecting his books out of his locker. Noodle did the same. Suddenly, she spoke. "You know," she said, eyes never leaving her locker. "That was a really brave thing you did back there. Most boys don't stand up to that bitch." She smiled at him, kicking her locker shut with her foot. "Come on, the bell's gonna ring soon." She grabbed his forearm, and pulled him towards their next class.
"Well that sucked ass," Noodle said as she and 2D walked out of the chemistry lab, covered in ash and soot.
"Yeah, I can't believe that idiot Tyler blew up that fucking vile." They sighed as they returned to their lockers.
"Well, at least this hell is over," she said. Indeed, school was now over. "Hey," she said as her face suddenly brightened. She looked like she could have been a cartoon character, with a little lightbulb that went 'DING' over her head. "How about you come with us after school? We have a place where we like to hang out." She held her hand out to him. "Whaddaya say?" She said with a smirk.
He took her hand and shook it. After all, he had nothing else to do. However, he still wondered. Where the hell were they taking him and what would they do?
AND THAT's IT! I hope that you guys like my new story, I'm liking the way it's turning out. I am reminding you that if you don't like ships, this isn't the story for you. Thanks, and plz review. BYEEEEEEEEEEE...