Doesn't 'El Jefe' mean, 'Big Baby?'
Sly was sitting with Carmelita, trying to understand what Mr. Otis was teaching. "Carm, why are we doing direct and inverse variation?" She just shrugged. "The test has a lot of geometry in it this year. It's kind of stupid considering we took it last year." Sly slumped in his desk, unsure of why he had to take this class for his 'career.' When the raccoon was about to dose off, he felt something wet hit him in the back of the head. With a cautious touch, he figured out he was being pelted with spitballs. "Well that's unsanitary" he muttered to himself. Carmelita noticed and gagged. "Who did that?!" She whispered. Sly just motioned back to the snickering imbeciles in the back of the classroom.
Carmelita glared at them for a good few minutes before they stopped laughing. The armadillo stuck his tongue out at her, while the tiger waved at her, smiling. The vixen made a disgusted face and turned back around. "Who are they?" Sly massaged his temples. "Toothpick and El Jefe. Ever since I got them in trouble for smoking a few years back, they just keep trying to agitate me. It's kind of funny until the spit balls start coming. Then it's just gross." Carmelita looked annoyed. "Haven't you just told them to stop?" A grin creeped up on Sly's face. "Doesn't work, so I just let them tire themselves out. They haven't hit me yet so I don't need to resort to violence just yet."
The vixen just watched him. "If you ever want help getting them to piss off, feel free to tell me." Sly gasped. "Your first cuss word! Holy crap." She just smiled. "It isn't even a cuss word." He just took her paper and wrote 'yes it is' over and over. This made El Jefe furious. "That estúpido rata!" He muttered. Toothpick just looked at him. "Didn't you hear what he said?" The tiger lifted his head up at this statement. "What?"
Toothpick just grinned menacingly. "He said he hasn't tried to fight us because we haven't started it!." El Jefe just laid his head on the desk. "You're point?" The armadillo was getting excited that he wanted to listen to his plan. "Maybe if we instigate it, he'll charge at us, and he'll be humiliated when he loses! Plus, we won't get in that much trouble for not throwing the first punch." El Jefe perked up to this. "You finally have a good idea. Do you have one on how I can get close to that fox?" Toothpick just shook his head. "That's your job." The tiger grimaced, returning to his work for the last few minutes of class.
Sly finished walking Carmelita to class, and started his way to English. It's one of the easier classes for him, considering all the 'fill in the blank' stories him and the gang use to do as kids. El Jefe stuck his foot out when Sly walked past to get to his desk. "Oops!" Everyone started to snicker, except for Sly and Bentley. "What's your problem?" Sly growled. "Just wanted to see you where you belong. On the floor, in pain." The raccoon got up, dusting himself off. "If you want to hurt me, you'll have to do better than that." Bentley wheeled himself over to his friend. "Come on Sly, settle this later outside of school." The armadillo smirked. "Look! It's wheels and the leg man!" While the armadillo was cracking up, Sly was fuming. "Let it go!" Bentley whispered. "No. That was to far and you know it."
Before Sly could get up and say something, the bell rang. Whilst everyone was reading from "The Cask of Amontillado," the raccoon spent his time glaring at the pair. They just smiled and waved, irritating him immensely. Ms. Ruby noticed this, calling the raccoon out. "Cooper, since you're not reading, you must of finished already. What's the story about?" Sly glared at Toothpick. "A drunken fool; being insulted by said fool; revenge; murder." This startled the alligator. He stared at two people in particular while giving his answer. This actually worried her. "Y-yes. Carry on then." Sly mouthed the words 'revenge' to the pair of idiots, and received not-so-innocent smiles. This frustrated him greatly, and worried Bentley.
Sly only looked like this a few times before. While facing Clockwork, when Don Octavio pushed Bentley out of his wheel chair, and when this very weird skunk pestered Carmelita last week. Before Sly could get up to confront El Jefe and Toothpick, Bentley stopped him. "Sly, why are you so worked up about this?" The raccoon looked shocked. "Did you not hear what the that little egotistical jerk said?!" Bentley shrugged. "I did, but it doesn't bother me. Making fun of someone's disability? It just shows how low someone is willing to go to get under your skin. It didn't get them anywhere." Sly scoffed. "Got me pretty pissed off." The turtle giggled, rolling to their next class.
"I really appreciate what you were going to do, but i'm capable of handling them myself." This made him smile sadly. "Sometimes I just forget how independent you are, Bentley." Penelope ran up to Bentley and Sly. "You guys! I think Carmelita is about to get into a fight!" She ran off, her friends trailing behind her. "What happened?" The mouse just shook her head. "I don't know, but she's fighting two guys." Sly's eyes bugged out. "Would one happen to be a tiger?" Penelope looked at him, surprised. "Are you some kind of psychic?" He grimaced. "Where is it?" Penelope looked at Bentley and received a nod saying it was okay. "Cafeteria." Our favorite raccoon high tailed it.
Incidents leading to the 'predicament'
Carmelita and Penelope were walking down the hall to get to Sly's class, but had been stopped by two guys. "May we help you?" The vixen asked. The tiger just grinned. "You can help me." Carmelita took a step back. "Who are you and what do you need exactly?" He took a step forward, hand extended. "El Jefe. I'd like a chance to get to know you better." She stepped out of reach. "I'm not interested. Let's get going Penelope." El Jefe grabbed Carmelita's rear end. "Come on now, you know you're interested." The vixen smacked him in the face. "Don't touch me." Penelope was getting worried. "Do you need help?" She whispered. "No. Just get the guys down here to enjoy the show. I love making big jerks cry like the babies they are."
The raccoon ran to the Cafeteria, watching for Carmelita. The armadillo charged first, knocking her to the ground. She kneed him in the stomach, getting him off of her rather quickly. "Estúpida puta" Toothpick grumbled. Sly ran up to the vixen, barely holding her back. "Come on Carmelita, you don't need to get in any trouble. Let's just go." He snaked his arm around her waist, making El Jefe snarl. "You might have her draped on your shoulder, but I got the real prize." The raccoon glared at him. "What is he talking about?" Carmelita pulled him along. "The horny bastardo touched my butt." She sneered at the thought.
Sly cut El Jefe a glare. "I'd say your boyfriend would have the 'prize' as he likes to put it." Carmelita looked at him a little confused. "But I don't have a boyfriend." He smiled at her. "Would you like to play along again?" Carmelita agreed, not knowing what she was getting herself into. "Stay here for just a second, I'll be back." Sly went towards the tiger. Carmelita tried to read their lips, but ultimately failed.
"What just happened?" Sly brought his finger to her lip and kissed her. He turned around and made an 'I won' face at El Jefe. Carmelita was blushing madly, but it quickly turned to anger. "Why did you do that?" Sly grinned. "I just made El Jefe leave you alone. Wait, isn't 'El Jefe' Spanish for big baby?" She scoffed at her ring-tailed friend. "If you're not kidding, I feel very sorry for you." Sly snaked his arm around her waist again. "You know I'm kidding. I've heard you speak enough Spanish that I'm actually understanding the language."
They sat down with their friends, immediately getting bombarded by questions. "Are you okay Carmelita?" Brooke stood up, hugging Carmelita in a death grip. "I will bury the body. Murray has the van and I have the shovel. Just wink." The vixen laughed. "He's not dead, no dead bodies yet." While they were talking, the intercom came on. "Carmelita Fox and Sly Cooper to the office." Bentley just stared at them. "What did you do?" They both shook their heads. "Nothing bad enough to have to go see Mr. Raleigh." Sly grunted as he got up, holding his hand out for Carmelita to take. "To the office!" The raccoon looked happy on the outside, but on the inside he was slightly panicking. 'I hope Carmelita doesn't get into much trouble.'
Alright, early update. I've been trying to update weekly and have succeeded. Hopefully you guys like this chapter. I'm not sure if I should add in the ancestors, but it would be so cool! P.S. I do not own anything by Edgar Allen Poe or anything about his work. Just thought it fit nicely for anger.
(Yes, I know El Jefe means chief. It's a joke from the thieves in time game.)
It's around 4:40 in the a.m.
Later Taters!
~PudgyPhantomhive