Note: A series of short moments in Dave and Mindy's lives, set after the first movie and loosely based around Kick-Ass 2. I will consider prompts if anyone has any.
Ditching Hell.
Dave jumped as a blonde blur appeared next to his locker, throwing herself against it with a groan.
"I'm in Hell." Mindy hissed, her eyes closed as a pained expression crossed over her face.
"What's wrong?" Dave asked. It wasn't like Mindy to be so... dramatic. Perhaps High School was finally having the effect Marcus had hoped for her. She was finally becoming a normal, teenage girl.
"If one more asshole asks me to the Dance I'm going to shove my fist down their throat."
Maybe not, Dave thought with a small snort. Mindy opened her eyes just enough to shoot him an incy glare. "It's not funny. You'd think spending the year being next to invisible would mean I'd get left alone."
"Yeah, well..." Dave shrugged as he slung his bag over his shoulder, "I guess pretty girls don't go unnoticed in High School."
"Oh you're going to make me throw up in my mouth."
Dave smiled shyly as Mindy rolled her eyes at him. "Relax, I'm merely stating fact. Not trying to flirt with you."
"Of course not," Mindy said flatly as they began to head down the emptying halls, "What would... what's her name? Bitch Face have to say about her boyfriend flirting with a school girl?"
"It's Night Bitch. And I'm not her boyfriend... I don't think."
Dave tried to ignore the raised eyebrow aimed in his direction. "But you're fucking, right?"
"Jesus, shh!" Dave muttered as her voice drew a several curious looks.
Mindy chuckled. "I'm sorry, should I say 'Making Love'. You know if you can't say it, you shouldn't be doing it."
Dave ruffled his hair nervously as he tried to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. Mindy shook her head. She had learnt over time that Dave was many things, but underneath it all he was still a shy, awkward dork. And for some reason she'd come to find that... kind of adorable.
"Whatever," she said, dismissing the coversation in a way only she could, "So are we training, or are you going to class?"
They had already reached the school's entrance. A taxi was waiting outside, the man inside eyeballing them impatiently. Dave glanced over his shoulder, still not used to ditching class after all this time. He looked back at Mindy's expectant face.
"Fuck yeah!" he grinned.
It was Mindy's turn to snort. "You know, it's cute when you curse... but don't. You suck at it."
