Chapter 1: Saving the Hero
So…this is new.
I've haven't posted any sort of fanfic on here FOR YEARS, but honestly, I was so inspired by the idea that I just decided to post it.
I hope you all enjoy it either way.
Te odio.
María silently glared as she looked over to see them together, laughing over something he said, something she was only allowed to do.
Te odio.
She secretly scowled as he leaned forward, closing his locker to subtly plant a kiss on his cheek, making him blush a slight shade of red, that only she should have been able to achieve.
Te odio con todo mi corazón.
As they walked towards their class together, barely grazing sides together, talking about a date that should've been hers, she could only see red as she loudly slammed her locker shut, garnering a few eyes towards her.
However, once they saw who exactly slammed, she was quickly all smiles and giggles, and people soon dismissed the incident.
After all, their head cheerleader was too perfect to get angry.
You see, there was a huge problem going on in the social sphere of World Academy.
María was the head cheerleader and has been ever since her second year, busting herself into shape, to be with him.
El amor de su vida, su ídolo, su héroe.
Alfred F. Jones.
Just saying his name made her cheeks turn rosy and a smile to radiate on her face. He was the only boy who ever truly knew her, who loved her even before she became the perfect woman for him.
As she sat down in her Literature class, staring at him from across the classroom, she started reminiscing on the first day she knew she loved him.
"Hey!"
She lifted her head up silently, trying her best to hide her tears from whoever was calling her. She never thought in her craziest dreams how twisted girl world was.
She thought Alejandra was her friend.
Some friend she turned out to be.
She still remembers her best friend's cruel giggles in the school bathroom, talking about how "su vestido tan lindo" la hizo ver tan fea, tan gorda.
"Ven, cerdita, ven!" she snorted out.
"No puedo esperar hasta que se acabe este tonto desafío," she muttered, flicking her hair behind her shoulder.
"Entonces no tengo que gastar mi tiempo con la estúpida cerda."
She still remembered the way her tears flowed down her face as she quietly ran out of the bathroom, and tried to find anywhere where she could cry alone in peace.
When she saw that patch of dirt, she just collapsed, crying her eyes out and wondering que hizo, que hizo para merecer este dolor.
All she saw was the darkness in her heart as she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.
"Yo!"
When she opened her eyes again, she saw sunlight.
There he was, kneeling over her, a handkerchief in hand.
"Hey, you alright? I remember you from the opening ceremony. What happened?"
He came closer, wiping her tears off her face with the handkerchief.
"I know that this is probably a bad time, but I saw you from over there," he gestured to the football field not too far from the patch, "and I didn't want to leave a lovely lady like yourself crying without helping you first."
María blushed slightly, wondering porque este chico tan lindo la estaba ayudando.
She grabbed the handkerchief and started blowing her nose to cover up her blush.
"Gracias. I was just…"
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," the guy said gently, "I know what it's like to not want to tell a complete stranger your thoughts."
"No, está bien," she said, wiping her tears away. "I thought one of my friends, mi mejor amiga, actually, really cared for me, que me quería…but she didn't."
As she felt new tears sting her eyes, the guy hugged her close, and she soon forgot how to do much of anything.
He was sweaty, probably from playing in the football field, but it wasn't unpleasant. He had a distinct smell of earth and sweet candy, and while he was muscled, it wasn't overly so, because he was still somewhat chubby, essentially the perfect cuddle buddy.
She hid her face in his shirt, blushing so much she probably looked like her Papá's fresh-grown tomates.
"This person had no right to do that to you," the guy stated, holding her tighter, "What does she know about you or what you care about? Who died and made her queen?"
She snorted, hiding her blush in her hands.
"Yo no se, pero la que la corono reina no le dijo que sus pantalones estaban fuera de moda desde hace años."
They both laughed then, and she grew quiet, marveling at his pure, resounding boyish laughter.
"Jones! Where did that punk go now?!"
"Oops, gotta go," the gu-no, Jones, quickly said, jumping up from the ground. "Glad to see your feeling better, Miss…"
"María," she sternly stated, surprising herself with her seriousness.
"Call me María."
Jones smiled at that, and grabbed her hand, helping her up.
"Well, Miss María, the name is Alfred F. Jones, hero to all who needs one."
The self proclaimed hero then quickly ran off to the football field, waving goodbye.
"See ya later!"
He soon left, leaving a blushing and smiling María holding her hand and sitting down on the patch of dirt again, thinking about her hero.
"Um…excuse me…"
María turned around to the voice, and flinched, scrambling off the dirt.
In front of her was the most terrifying man she had ever seen, glaring at her as an evil aura surrounded him. He was at least two, no three, heads bigger than her, and holding something behind his back. She started silently uttering a prayer in her head that she would survive long enough to at least see Alfred again, and that her only interaction with him would not be the last.
"Lo siento! No se que hice, pero lo siento!"
She kneeled down, praying to him as though she was in church again.
"Que quieres? Dinero? Ten mi cartera! No me lastimes, por favor!"
She quickly grabbed her pocket change purse and placed it at his feet, hoping it was enough to spare her life.
"н-нет…I-I don't want this…"
"Mierda!" María thought as she closed her eyes, "Me voy a morir, me voy a morir, me voy a morir!"
Justo cuando encontró su futuro esposo. Que oso!
"Um…can y-you please get off garden, please?"
Qué.
María looked up at the towering man in disbelief, not quite believing what she heard.
"I-I'm sorry to ask, b-but seeds may get mixed up from rows i-if you kneeling on them."
She looked down and saw little popsicle sticks on the dirt, sticking out and written in a weird language.
Oh.
So that's why there was a random dirt patch here.
She quickly stepped away from the dirt patch, not wanting to anger the man any longer than she already had, dusting the dirt off her skirt.
"спасибо," he said, smiling a huge crocodile sized grin that threatened to tear his face apart.
María quickly blanched and tried to find the fastest way to run to safety before he ate her alive.
"Now about purse…"
"Quédate con el!" she screamed out, bolting from the man as fast her legs could carry her.
"Lo siento! Lo siento!"
She quickly ran inside the school and closed the door behind her, holding it down in case the man decided to follow her or something.
"Madre de Dios, ese tipo me dio mala espina!" she muttered loudly to herself as she latched the door shut.
"Espero que nunca lo veo de nuevo!"
Mala suerte.
María cursed silently in her head as he remembered how that day ended.
Of course Alfred had to meet that guy, his heroism would never let anyone who needed help go without it, even if it was someone who was fifty shades of creepy.
She forgot some of the details, but the main gist was that some puto cabrónes destroyed that patch of dirt that the creep of a guy was taking care of since the school year started, and Alfred walked out of practice to see ese monstruo llorando sobre las flores destruidas.
Oh, que pagaría si podría tener una foto de ese momento.
So, beautiful Alfred, with all that sense of nobility, actually helped the scary man replant the garden again.
Y claro, se enamoraron, y ahora están juntos.
Excuse her as she gagged.
No matter though, she will not be defeated.
"María?"
She may not have been her love's first, but she would most certainly be her love's last.
"María?"
She just needed to come up with a plan for them to realize that they weren't meant to be. Pero, qué? Qué?
"María!"
María snapped back to attention as Natalia called her name, too busy remembering and staring at him to respond the first three times she called her name.
"Qué?" she said abruptly, none too pleased to be bothered.
"Ms. Carriedo-Vargas."
Oops.
She looked up and saw her stuffy old English professor, Mr. Kirkland, glaring at her from the front of the classroom.
She managed to look somewhat embarrassed.
"Do I need to move you?" Mr. Kirkland snapped, looking pretty irritated at his lecture being ignored.
Her fiery temper that she got from her Papi was starting to show by a slight twitch of her eyebrows and her forced smile.
Before she could reply, a voice cut in.
"Hey, old man, cut her some slack," Alfred started, looking at the professor with his eyebrow raised.
"Alfred! How many times have I told you to treat me with respect! I'm your professor!" Mr. Kirkland shouted, getting angrier by the minute.
"Listen, just because Pops tried to grab your ass when you guys were at the teacher's lounge earlier doesn't mean us poor folk hafta suffer with ya." Alfred said, not reading the atmosphere.
If Mr. Kirkland was red before, he turned absolutely plum, both from anger and blushing his head off.
"That's it, Alfred! Extra report about the subject matter due at my desk tomorrow at eight AM, sharp!"
"Aww, come on, Dad!" Alfred fussed, trying to change the professor's mind.
"An extra three pages for not being professional in the classroom," Mr. Kirkland stated, glaring at Alfred.
"I may be your father, but rules are rules, Alfred!"
"Come on…" he slouched in his seat, pouting over the extra work and glaring at whoever was chuckling over his misfortune.
María couldn't help but letting out a quiet giggle, Alfred fue tan adorable cuando actuaba como niñito.
"Aww, Alfredka~" he whispered.
María had never experienced such a mood shift, her sunny smile replaced by a forced one.
She forgot that he was in this class too.
He leaned forward, secretly touching his hand in a way that only she should've been able to, gesturing him to look at his ugly, evil purple eyes.
"Don't be sad, подсолнух," he quietly cooed, in his vile tongue, "I'll help with work after school."
"Aww, Vanya~" Alfred preened, no longer upset but smiling softly, secretly, just for him. "You don't have to do that; I know you're busy today with gardening duty…"
"No bother at all, дорогой," the snake whispered, smiling his gruesome smile. "I love helping you out. я люблю тебя, Alfredka."
Alfred coughed silently, covering his blush and huge love-struck smile with his hand so nobody could see but him and his precious "Vanya".
Surely Mr. Kirkland would be upset if she threw up over her textbook.
"Mr. Braginsky, surely you want to join Mr. Jones in writing a report?" Mr. Kirkland reprimanded, looking at the boy when he quickly turned around.
"н-нет," he stuttered, radiating shame and looking like a tomato because of his snowy, pasty face.
It may have been mean-spirited, but she smiled at his awkward social behavior.
El nunca será mejor que yo.
However, her smile soon grew into an angry one as Alfred's fingers brushed his, making them both smile softly and blush.
Her eyes glittered with anger as she pointedly looked at the board before she lost her cool.
"Now, as I was saying," Mr. Kirkland said roughly, trying to get the class focused again, "today we are focusing on the seven deadly sins and how they stir up conflict in most classic literature."
María's eyes glazed over as she saw what Mr. Kirkland wrote on the board.
"Gluttony, Sloth, Envy, Pride, Greed, Wrath and Lust, mira eso…" she muttered to herself, not really thinking much of them.
"These seven sins are very dangerous," Mr. Kirkland elaborated.
"Many a hero has fallen to traps set by these sins."
María rose up, eyes widening.
Many a hero?
She looked over to Alfred, gently feeling Vanya's scarf with his fingers and smiling.
Incluyendo...
Su héroe?
María smiled brighter than the sun.
Finalmente tuvo su plan.
Your Dictionary:
Te odio. – I hate you.
Te odio con todo mi corazón. – I hate you with all my heart.
El amor de su vida, su ídolo, su héroe. – The love of her life, her idol, her hero.
"Su vestido tan lindo" la hizo ver tan fea, tan gorda. – "Her very pretty dress" made her look so ugly, so fat.
Ven, cerdita, ven! – Come, little piggy, come!
No puedo esperar hasta que se acabe este tonto desafío. – I can't wait until this dumb dare is over.
Entonces no tengo que gastar mi tiempo con la estúpida cerda. – Then I won't have to waste my time with the dumb pig.
Que hizo, que hizo para merecer este dolor? – What did she do to deserve this pain?
Gracias. – Thank you.
Porque este chico tan lindo la estaba ayudando. – Why this lovely guy was helping her.
No, está bien. – No, it's okay.
Mi mejor amiga. – My best friend.
Que me quería. – That she loved me.
Papá – Father
Tomates – Tomatoes.
Yo no se, pero la que la corono reina no le dijo que sus pantalones estaban fuera de moda desde hace años. – I don't know, but whoever did didn't tell her her pants went out of style years ago.
Lo siento! No se que hice, pero lo siento! – I'm sorry! I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry!
Que quieres? Dinero? Ten mi cartera! No me lastimes, por favor! – What do you want? Money? Take my purse! Don't hurt me, please!
н-нет. (N-Nyet.) – N-No. (Informal)
Mierda! – Shit!
Me voy a morir! – I'm going to die!
Justo cuando encontró su futuro esposo. Que oso! – Just when she found her future husband. How embarrassing!
Qué. – What.
Спасибо. (Spasibo.) – Thank you.
Quédate con el! – Keep it!
Madre de Dios, ese tipo me dio mala espina! – Mother of god, that guy creeped me out!
Espero que nunca lo veo de nuevo! – I hope I never see him again!
Mala suerte. – Bad luck.
Puto Cabrónes – Shitty Assholes
Ese monstruo llorando sobre las flores destruidas – That monster crying over the wrecked flowers.
Oh, que pagaría si podría tener una foto de ese momento. – Oh, what she would pay to have a photo of that moment.
Y claro, se enamoraron, y ahora están juntos. – And of course, they fell in love, and now they're dating.
Pero, qué? – But, what?
Papi – Daddy
Fue tan adorable cuando actuaba como niñito. – [It] was so adorable when he acted so childish.
Подсолнух (Podsolnukh) – Sunflower
Дорогой (Dorogoi) – Darling
я люблю тебя. (Ya lyublyu tebya.) – I love you.
н-нет. (N-Net.) – No. (Formal)
El nunca será mejor que yo. – He'll never be better than me.
Mira eso. – Look at that.
Incluyendo... – Including…
Finalmente tuvo su plan. – [She] finally had her plan.
So…oh my gosh kosh that was so long
I really hope you all enjoyed, I had a great time making this.
If you all want more, I have more to write, so PM me if you want more.