Hey, I'm back once again.

Holy balls this story got noticed. I didn't know there was a lack of Mean Princess x Bad Boy stories in the fandom. I thought some random guy already did it since the show has been out for like what - a year or two now? Anyways, it makes me happy to see you guys like this one, it really does.

But anways, here's Marco's introduction to the story.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Yes! I finally have it! *holds up piece of paper* the rights to Star vs. The Forces of Evil is mine! *Looks at paper* huh? Wait a sec... *Looks again* What is this!? This isn't the rights to SVTFOE! This is my electricity bill!

I don't own Star Vs. The Forces of Evil.

Story is mine.


Exposition To Demolition [2-2]

Marco Diaz. Neighborhood Bad Boy and bringer of destruction upon the peaceful city of Echo Creek. Infamous for his punk attitude and his signature black hoodie look, he causes trouble to the city and rebels against authorities...

Or at least he would be when he's not sleeping like a bear in hibernation...

The alarm clock went off and made the decision of trying to wake him up. And he was sure the clock wasn't giving up either. Marco ignored the clock, like he usually does. The clock was still ringing, however, so he decided to be the bigger man and wake up from his slumber. He turned off the alarm clock...

And threw it out the window.

"I hate waking up in the morning." Marco sighed as he stretched his arms. He let out a yawn before heading to the window. Outside of his house were mulitple alarm clocks of different variety; all of which are broken from impact. Marco looked to the one he just recently threw out of the window to see that it barely got any further than the thirteenth clock. "Aww man. I only got 13th place out of 50. I must be going soft."

"Marco?" His mother called out from downstairs. "Did you throw the alarm clock outside of the window again?"

"Uhh, I tripped?" Marco shouted back. "Accidentally grabbed the clock by accident."

He only heard his mother sigh in response before shrugging. Marco went to the bathroom soon after. Turning on the sink and washing his face, he then grabbed his toothbrush and some toothpaste. He glanced at his toothbrush before placing it back in the container. "Eh? It's not like I'll need this."

He opened the toothpaste cap and squeezed the contents into his mouth. Using his tongue to brush his teeth from the inside, he took off his black hoodie and tossed it in the laundry basket along with his T-shirt. Marco then spat out the toothpaste and washed his mouth with some water. He opened his mouth to see his teeth cleaned from inside out. He had no idea how something like that worked whenever he brushed his teeth, since it would be theoretically and physically impossible.

But it did, and he wasn't complaining.

"Hmm... I wonder..." Marco said as he closed his eyes, like he was preparing himself for something.

His eyes then shot wide open. His nose crinkled and his eyebrows stuck together. His lips turned into a malicious smile. He gazed into his eyes as he made a face - the same one he used frequently when he intimidated others. As he made the face, a fire of darkness covered him. A black fire radiated from his body. He didn't know where the fire came from when he made the face, but it was helpful to say the least.

He can still recall the day first made the face. It was when he was having a bad day and some jackass approached him and forced him to give up his money. "And I remember beating that shit-eating grin of his until he hit the ground. Ahh, good times."

"Heh, still got it." Marco smiled and walked outside his room.

Locking the dorr behind him, he went downstairs and found his parents doing their respective objectives. Angie was making some food while Rafael was preparing the table. With a shrug, he went to the table and took a seat.

"Good morning." Marco yawned before scratching his eyes.

"Were you out late again?" Angie immediately questioned as she placed their meals on plates.

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"You're lying aren't you?"

"...Maybe?"

Angie could only sigh as placed the plates down on the table. She looked at her husband; who no doubt frowning at their son. "Where did we go wrong?"

"You mean, 'where did we go right?' Right?" Marco interjected but was only met with more miserable sighs. "Geez, tough crowd."

"Son, I think it's time we have a talk." Rafael placed an arm on his son's shoulder.

"You mean the brids and the bees? I already know that. When a man and a woman love each other-"

"You don't need to go into detail." Angie cut off. "What we meant is your attitude towards other people and authorites. It's getting way too out of hand."

"Out of hand? More like normal."

"Will you stop talking for a second!?" Rafael shouted. He glared at him before his face softened. "Sorry. It's just... we're just stressed out. You causing trouble and us getting calls from the principal's office, we don't what to do with you."

"We can't afford to move houses and send you to a different school." Angie stated. "You already enrolled a month ago and it'll take us a lot of time and money to move you to new school."

"We also can't send you to a military school." Marco visibly shook at the thought of that. Him bunking with other guys, being shaved bald upon entry, sounds like an absolute nightmare of a school. Marco could only shiver at the thought of what they were going to learn in a school like that. "We love you too much to do that."

"Y-Yeah, you shouldn't send me there."

"Which why I took on the liberty of enrolling our family in the Exchange Program once again!" Angie grinned. "Your therapist said that your attitude has some kind of correlation with the lack of attention we and your friends have given you. So we re-entered the program, hoping to find you a new friend!"

"Why?" Marco groaned. "And how did I even get theraphy in the first place?!"

Seriously, when did he get theraphy? It's not like he had some sort of illness hindering his physical and mental capabilities. He was perfectly fine thank you very much!

"You started a year ago, remember?" His father answered. "You know, when you started wearing make up and dressed up in black and white clothes?"

Ahh, yes. His emo phase.

"Oh, I remember that!" Marco cringed as he heard his mother giggle. "Like the time we caught him putting eyeliner on! Or like tthe time he tried to summon demons in his room! Or-"

"Alright! We get it, Mom!" Marco interrupted before she could say more. "Anyways, about the program..."

"Oh, that." Angie didn't notice the sudden shift in subjects. "What about it?"

"Couldn't you guys just take our names out of the list?" Marco asked, hoping they would say yes...

"No." He hung his head as his mother continued. "And if we can, we won't."

"Damn it!" Marco cursed under his breath. "Well, at least we don't have anyone to take in. Right?"

"About that..." His father nervously chuckled.

Marco quickly stood up with a forced grin and made his way to the door. "Nope. Nope. Not happening. Nope! NOPE!"

"Mijo-"

"NOPE!" Marco slammed the door shut once he was outside.

The two parents looked at each other in confusion...

"He forgot to eat breakfast. Again."


"You're real stupid, Marco." His brain reprimanded. Ironic how his most trustworthy and loyal companion was acting bitter towards him. "You just HAD to forget eating, didn't you?!"

"Not my fault!" Marco shouted at himself, causing a couple of people to look at him strangely. "The last students that we were given were complete dicks!"

"Language!" His mind shouted back. "And yeah, I remember them. That redhead chick that used to wake you up at six o' clock in the morning just to excercise?"

"Or that girl from Paris who forced me to clean up the room and make spaghetti for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and late-night snacking."

"Or how about that- Hey!" His brain shouted, causing him to slightly tumble as he walked. "You're changing the subject! You think I'll forget that you didn't eat breakfast!?"

"It almost worked...asshole." Marco cursed under his breath. Him whispering the last part proved to be useless, however, which meant his brain was able to hear him.

" Langu- You know what? Screw this." He felt the voice in his mind slowly go away. "I don't have time for you..."

"Hey! We're not done talking yet, mister!" He then hit the top of his head in hopes to bring back the voice. "You hear me?!"

"Um...Boss?" As small squeaky voice called from beside him, but was ignored.

"If you don't talk, then I swear to Nefcy I'll come in there and beat you up so badly you're going out of my ass!"

"...Boss?" The squeaky voice came up again, but it wasn't ignored this time.

"WHAT?!"

Marco turned to his side to see a small child looking at him strangely. "Tell me I did not just do that in front of you..."

"Actually, me seeing you talk to yourself isn't rare at all, boss." The kid grinned at him. He couldn't help but smile back to the kid.

"I don't know what that means; coming from you, but thanks," Marco ruffled the child's hair. "Jeremy."

Jeremy Birnbuam. Oh boy, where does he start with this? He didn't know the reason why, but the kid pretty much idolized Marco and his actions. Which would make him as his only fan and one of his few friends in the school. Honestly, Marco didn't expect the kid to just go out and ask to be his servant when he tries to 'cause trouble.

Ironically, Jeremy himself wasn't that bad of a person. Granted, he wasn't entirely pure as well, but it was the thought that counts. So after being approached by Jeremy and asking Marco if he could be his 'Minion', Marco did the only reasonable thing he could think of at the time...

He said no.

Why? Apart from breaking a law or twenty, he was sure the child was going to be a pest to him at times.

Oh how wrong he could be.

He didn't know how, but Jeremy somewhat managed to crawl into his heart. No, he didn't mean that romantically. 'Cause if he did, he was pretty sure red and blue flashing lights would follow him 'till the ends of the Earth. To him, Jeremy felt like the little younger brother that Marco never had.

Thinking about it, the sentiment did make him feel nice...

"Hey Boss!" Jeremy smiled as he looked towards Marco. "Wanna hang out later? Or how about we chuck someone's wallet so we could go to the ice cream shop?"

Marco chuckled as he crouched down to his eye level. "Maybe next time, okay? I have this feeling I'm going to be busy today."

"Okay. Next time then!" Jeremy then let out a grin that shined brighter than the sun. "I'm heading to class, see you later Bo-"

"YOU!"

oh boy...

Marco turned around to see two of his so-called 'Nemisis' with plastic swords and horribly put-together. He didn't know their names, but he didn't care at all. The two had always been on his nerves ever since he started getting popular from casuing trouble. Hilairiously trying to portray themselves as 'Heroes' while he was going to be the 'Evil Monster' in the story. And with their delusional dreams of beating Marco in a fight, they tried to 'fight' him every opportunity they could get.

Emphasis on the word 'fight'.

"Give up now, evil-doer!" The fat one pointed his plastic sword at the brunette boy. "Surrender before we're forced to take such 'drastic measures' to defeat you!"

"Y-Yeah!" The nerdy one raised his sword as well. "G-Give up! Villain!"

"There's gotta be a gay joke or two somewhere around here..." Marco muttered to himself before cracking his fists. "Look kiddies, I don't have much to do, but I'd rather waste my time playing 'Idiots and robbers' with you."

"Y-You foced us to do this!" The fat one said before letting out a battle cry. Or more realistically, a regular cry. "Waahh!"

The fat one charged him, sword pointed towards him and aimed to kill. It didn't take two seconds for Marco to simply sidestep and trip the fatass with his own two feet. With the fat boy on the ground, skinny nerd decided that it would be a good time to attack him. Disappointingly, he used the same move he used with the fat one, which worked.

And just like that, the fight was over.

"Lame." Marco placed his hands on his pockets and looked at Jeremy. "Hey kid,"

"Yes Boss?"

"First order of the day: Go to your class." Marco ordered.

"Alright Boss!" He gave a salute before running away. As soon as the child was away, Marco then turned to the two and glared at both of them.

"And you two, bother me anymore, and I might actually hurt you next time." Marco threatened before turning away. "Now get out."

And with that, Marco walked away. He looked around to see students looking at him and mummering about something. It seemed that he attracted a small crowd with their impromptu fight. Even if it was a small one, Marco would no doubt get a twisted version of the fight tomorrow morning. He kept on walking, occasionally glaring at anyone who looked at him with the stink eye. Once he lost the crowd, he sighed to himseld and said,

"This is gonna be a long day, is it?"


And it's about to be longer in a few hours.

I think if Star actually existed in real life - and I mean the cartoon character - I think she would feel a bit cheated with Marco's introduction in comparison to hers. Oh well, not everyone could have everything.

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Anyways, that's all for now and I will see you later.

Crazyman out.