REVISED (6/2/19): Chapter is smoother to read. No major changes.

Hey guys, Crazyman here. And here is another chapter for the day.

Reviews:

(To: Sugarqueen97) Holy frickin' shit. Our stories aren't twins, right? 'Cause man, our the start of both of our stories are extremely similar. Don't worry, I only read up until to Marco's introduction. I haven't gotten to other parts. My thoughts/predictions on your story is that you're going to recycle the episodes of SvtFoE and recreate them with the new characters. My story will not be like that. Instead, I'm going to create some self-planned episodes for the characters. You were correct when you mentioned about 'my Janna' being an original idea. I was surprised she wasn't introduced in the beginning of your fic. Nonetheless, thanks for telling me about this.

(To: AstralWhip) Really?! I always thought that my introduction of Marco was a bit weak compared to other 'bad boy' stories. Thanks for reviewing btw.

(To: Guest) Well, I will continue the story much to your enjoyment. Thanks for leaving a review.

Since the story has gotten a lot of positive feedback, I decided to update this fic first before 'Brothers and Sisters'. So here ya go, one chapter of TGITC.

I would like to give a shoutout to Sugarqueen97 for even acknowledging the story that was rather similar to...Hers? I'm guessing Sugarqueen's a 'her'. Given by having the word 'queen' in her name. Nevermind that. Anyways, you guys should check out her story 'Star vs the Forces of Insecurity'. As said earlier, it's similar to mine; except she already has like 51 chapters in. And hey, that's a plus, right? Not only is her story just like mine (With a coupla' differences), she also has a long catalogue of chapters for you to read right now! You might want to use a translator though...'cause it's written in Spanish.

But anyways, enough jibba-jabba and let's get into the story.

Disclaimer: Star vs. The Forces of Evil belongs to Daron Nefcy.

Story is mine.

Two J's Of The Class

"Who's the loser now, loser!" Ferguson mocked to his blue friend that was walking beside him.

"Hey, shut up!" Marco barked at the large boy. "At least I got money out of it! What do you have, fatty?"

"What did you just call me you dumb idiot!?" Ferguson pushed Marco; threatening him. "At least I don't have to wait another two hours in a five-hour detention."

"Why you..."

"Guys, chill." Alfonzo got in between the two boys before havoc arises. "Remember what Skeeves told us the last time we fought in the school?"

The statement made both of the boys shut up. Naturally, both boys were mad, but Marco was way angrier than the fat bastard. "Why did he have to use that stupid 'Three strikes and you're out' system?! It doesn't make a single ounce of sense!"

In contradiction to Marco, the system Skeeves is using is very simple. It's like that one rule in baseball, except this applies to troublemakers such as Marco. Basically, if a teacher or an authorized school faculty catches a student causing trouble, they will immediately send said student to the director. Go to Skeeves three times and he'll kick you out for the day, get kicked out for three days and he'll fail a certain subject to the student. The reason why Marco is mad is because he already got suspended once. And he deeply regretted it when his parents gave him hell at home. Ferguson was doing a great job of staying under the radar with only one strike and no suspensions. Marco really wanted to punch both Skeeves and Ferguson square in the face, but the possibility of getting another strike stopped him.

Marco sighed; trying to release his anger. "Let's change topics. Does anyone know that girl me and Ferguson bet on?"

"I already told you, no." Ferguson answered him.

"You mean that blonde chick that got you two more hours in detention?" Marco sadly agreed with Alfonzo. "If so, then I have no idea who she was."

"Strange." Marco simply commented.. "Who the hell is she? And why does nobody even know her?"

"I don't know." Alfonzo replied. "We'll find out soon enough."

And with that, the trio walked to the next class in silence. Since the next class was P.E., Marco didn't need to rush. The reason why is because the man that handles the class is rather nice, or Marco thinks he's nice. Maybe he respects the man, or maybe he thinks about the teacher is being genuinely nice.

Marco and his friends continued to walk towards the gym until he finally reached the place. Once everyone got in, they lined up in a straight line and stood properly. The three were separated since the line was based from height. Being the smallest in the group; Marco was forced to be the fifth person in line.

The students waited a few minutes for the man to arrive. The Proctor was wearing a prussian blue shirt and dark purple track pants. His hair was rather messy and had almost the same look as Marco. Meet Mason Lee. A Physical Education teacher that Marco could respect and a teacher that acts similarly to Marco. Having the age of twenty years and green eyes, he teaches the class proudly and...strangely.

And how strange? Well, have a look.

"So, what do we have here?" Mason loudly thought to himself. "A bunch of kids in diapers mixed in with a couple of fighters..sounds about right."

Now you know why Marco respects this man.

Mason grabbed a clipboard from a nearby table before sitting on said table. "Roll call. If I call you, do something that proves you're here and you exist. Got it?"

Everyone in the gym then did something to prove their existence and to let the teacher know that they were there. Eventually, everybody in the room was called. Once roll call was finished, the man nonchalantly threw away his clipboard at the side; this action made everyone sweat.

"Alright. Since everyone's here, time to exercise." The man then walked to the bleachers and slouched there. "Okay ya lazy kids. First five dudes and girls in line, go to the running track. Everyone who standing there and not doing anything at all with their life, sit on the bleachers or excercise for all I fucking care."

Being the fifth boy in line, Marco got to the running track. He was always never good with these types of tests. Why? Does pretty much running to school everyday answer your question? Because that means he already lost his energy before the day even started. He wins some of the times, and mostly loses. There was nobody as slow as a turtle than him himself. The reasons why he lost most of the races was because he wasn't there to begin with, he felt a little bit guilty about wanting to win,or he was just being a lazy prick. Anyways, Marco getting prepared for the race when someone he truly hated suddenly appeared on his side...

"Hey there, idiot." Jackie shoved Marco with her shoulder. "Getting prepared to win? Even though you'll lose to me like always."

"Nice to meet you too, Jackie." Marco sarcastically greeted. "And no, I'm going to win this time!"

"You?! Beating me in a test like this?!" Jackie laughed, much to Marco's growing irritation. "The only one that could ever beat me is that stupid Do-whathisname kid. And he doesn't even try."

It was the truth, Alfonzo was one of the faster guys in the group. And he could pretty much beat everyone in a race if he wanted to. But instead of doing just that, he decided to get all lazy and let others win. Sure, it was Alfonzo's decision and Marco couldn't do anything to force him to do something. But it really feels that his talent was going to waste if he continued to be lazy. No matter how much it frustrated the blue hoodie boy at times, he'd still stand up for his friends until the end.

"I think you said DoLittle a bit wrong there." Marco corrected.

"Whatever." She scoffed before getting into position. "It's not like a hopeless romantic that doesn't know how to score a date can beat me."

Another truthfully painful statement from Jackie. Marco was never ever good when it came to flirting with girls; or even talking to them in general. He was pretty much slapped by every girl in the school; Jackie included (No, he didn't try to hit on her. He more or less annoyed her until he got a hand in the face). Janna was the only person that never hurt him in any way possible. Janna was nice. "Why can't everyone be like her?!"

"Alright kiddos." Mason cut in front of them. "Time to race. First to five laps win."

"I'll beat your butt!" Jackie insulted.

"Oh yeah?" Marco reacted in mock-surprise. "Well, I'll beat yours just like how I beat it last night!"

Marco couldn't put his finger on it. But he was sure he fucked up with that sentence.

The room went silent, most likely due to Marco's final sentence. Everyone turned their attention to Jackie; whose fists was clenched and teeth grinding inside her mouth.

"Uhh...kid, you do realize what you said, right?" The man asked in concern as he kept checking on Jackie to see if she's going to kill him. "I think you'd want to run just about...now."

"YOU'RE DEAD TO ME, DIAZ!" Jackie screamed at the top of her lungs as she charged the poor boy.

"Wahhh!"

Marco then scrambled to escape.

Sadly for him, He didn't make it that far before he got caught by death itself...

XxXxX

"Geez, are you sure that Thomas girl didn't break anything important?" The school nurse asked the boy in the hoodie. "'Cause I'm sure most of these injuries aren't minor per se."

After a beating from Jackie that almost got him killed, Marco got sent to the clinic; unconscious. When he woke up, he saw several parts of his body being wrapped up in bandages. To name a few, both of his legs were wrapped, he was given a bandage to plaster the middle of his nose to prevent more blood from coming out, and his chest was also wrapped with a large bandage as well. Naturally, for a regular human, they would be screaming in pain due to their injuries.

But this is Marco we're talking about, which means he's already used to this type of beating from Jackie.

"Nah. I think I'm good, lady." Marco replied as he stood up. "I'll be fine in a couple of hours."

Before Marco could even leave the room, the nurse threw something to him. "Hey kid, catch."

He caught the item reflexively and observed it. It was a blue lollipop. Marco smiled upon seeing this type of food. "Really, lady? You've been giving me the same color lollipop ever since I was in elementary."

The nurse shrugged. "I don't know. I'm feeling nostalgic, kid." She smiled at him. "Really miss the times you came in here just because you got a papercut on your hand." The nurse grinned. "I remember the time you cried so much when you first got cut in the hand." The nurse then patted Marco on his head. "Look at you now! From papercuts on your hand; to being beaten half to death! I'm so proud of you, my little Diaz!" She finished with a pinch of sarcasm.

Marco could only laugh at the jab before limping away from the clinic. "Don't worry, nurse. Maybe I'll come in here when I get stabbed, who knows?"

"I hope not." She told him; somewhat concerned. "Anyways, see you later, little Diaz!"

And with that, Marco exited the room. Outside, there were two familiar faces that greeted him. As soon as they saw Marco limping towards them, they immediately helped him stand up. Alfonzo then carried Marco's left arm while Ferguson took care of his right arm.

"Are you serious, dude?" Ferguson raised his eyebrow as he asked. "This is like, the tenth time you've been almost killed by Jackie herself. How are you even standing up?" Ferguson's question was only met with a chuckle from Marco.

"Maybe it's because I got beaten up so much I got immune to it?" It wasn't really much of a question as it was a statement. "It pretty much became a routine whenever I screw up with Jackie."

"Still, you look like you need serious help." Alfonzo replied; clearly concerned.

"If I needed serious help, I would've been in a hospital right now." Marco told his speedy friend. "Besides, it doesn't hurt at all!"

That was a complete lie. No matter how good Marco hid the pain from all of them, it didn't mean that he couldn't feel the pain from his body. One of the reasons why he does this is because he didn't want to be called weak, defenseless, and most importantly; loser and outcast. Marco quickly stopped that train of thought from going any further and continued walking in silence.

The three continuously walked around the school before they got interrupted by a certain girl in a red shirt.

"Marco! Marco! Are you okay?" Janna stopped in front of them. "You look like you got executed by Jackie back there."

"Nah, I'm fine Janna." He responded. He took his left arm away from Alfonzo and patted the girl on the head. Although there wasn't much of a height difference between the two. Marco felt like he was taller than the girl (even though he was only half-of-a-head taller than Janna). "This is a million times better than Jackie's other beatings."

"But you're hurt!" She stopped her feet and made her cheeks puffy. "You need to go back to the clinic. I'll take care of Jackie for you."

"Don't!" Marco then held her shoulder to stop the girl. "That isn't necessary."

"Why?" Janna responded. "After she beat you half to death so much, you're still willing to forgive her?!"

"I don't want to start a fight with a girl." He reasoned. "I'll get hell from Skeeves if Jackie told him that I started all of this."

"I swear, Marco." Janna then turned around and prepared as she was about to push him. "Go sleep in the clinic, and I'll take care of Jackie for you!"

Janna then pushed Marco's chest, which forced the boy to get off of Ferguson and move backwards. He was pushed for a solid distance before he got a chance to stop the girl. Janna tried to push, but Marco wasn't budging. "What the heck was that for?!" Marco asked Janna in frustration.

"I'm trying to get you back to the clinic." She answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I told you, I don't need it!" He then grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "What part of 'don't', don't you understand?"

This got the slightly smaller girl to shut up. Marco then continued. "It's pretty obvious I can't leave you alone by yourself, especially after what Jackie did to me..." Marco paused, trying to find the right words. "How about this, since I don't want you to kill Jackie when I'm not looking, We'll have lunch together, is that good enough?"

Marco never knew why, but this trick always seemed to work whenever Janna wanted to do something he didn't want to. The boy in blue wouldn't call it a date, he would more or less call it a 'hang out with Janna so that she wouldn't commit a murder or something worse' type of thing. Marco looked at Janna; who held a thinking pose. She stayed silent for a few seconds before smiling brightly. "Okay! But you have to pay for everything, got it?"

Marco simply groaned. "Can't you cut me some slack for once?"

"Nope!" She grinned as she wrapped her arms around him; forgetting his injuries. "C'mon! Let go!"

But before he could go, Marco whispered to his two male friends. "There's a chance you won't see me for the rest of the day, tell my story if I don't come back."

The two boys would only look in worry as Marco left with Janna; who talking about everything they about to do...

As if it was a date.

So, what you'd think?

I kinda didn't want to introduce the blonde girl in the corner (Who's name may or may not Start with an 'S' and ends with an 'r') since I don't want to take away the attention from both Janna and Jackie as well as Ferguson and Alfonzo. Because if I introduced the blonde girl quickly, then those characters will be forgotten and everyone will focus on the relationship of Marco and said blonde girl. That being said, I put Jackie and Janna on the list first.

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Thanks for reading and I will see you in the next chapter.

Crazyman out.