2wKatsumi Hatake: AAAAHHHHH! IT'S CHAPTER SIX! THE EVIL NUMBER!
CK4eva: Yup...
KH: OMG! CK! WE MUST HIDE! SUMMON WALLY TO TAKE US AWAY!
CK: *chants magic words* Wally! I choose YOU! *Throws Pokeball*
*Wally pops out of pokemon ball, with a plate nachos in his hand*
Wally: WHAT! I was eating... It is a sacred tradition.
KH: Wallers! You have to hide us! This chapter six! DA EVIL ONE!
Wally: … shouldn't you guys be doing a disclaimer? Y'know... So you won't get sued?
CK: IDK, maybe... right, lets do this... IN UNISON! TAKE THAT FEDS!
CK, KH AND Wally: WE DO NOT OWN YOUNG JUSTICE!
CK: Oh, slight warning, there will be some swearing in this chappie, not much though, but enough to qualify for our 'T' rating that we have, so yea... enjoy.
-YJ-
After the meeting with Mr. Allen, the three teens set off towards their next class: the dreaded (at least in Evelyne's opinion) math. Wally and Diana, being the math and science nerds that they were, walked ahead, discussing the complexities of string theory and its relation to alternate universes and such while Evelyne trailed behind grumbling about how she had to sit next to the desk tossing boy who had gotten her in trouble earlier. All of the students greeted Mrs. Weasels at the door of the classroom as they walked in, except Evelyne, who harbored a grudge against the woman for being a math teacher.
"Hello, Evelyne!" She greeted. "How are you?"
"Hi, Mrs. Weasels," Evelyne grumbled. "I'm fine, thanks."
"Are you gonna work hard today?"
"I'll try," Evelyne answered, while muttering 'Not in a million years' under her breath before she stalked over to her seat, to her immense relief she noted that the boy from yesterday was gone. Maybe he had been expelled! Or . . . or run over by a car! Or maybe a piano had fallen on him!
But soon Evelyne's dreams were crushed.
"Hello." She heard a gruff voice next to her. "I'm Conner. Conner Kent, and I . . . I'm sorry if I got you in trouble yesterday."
Evelyne, however, felt a tad bit angsty about the whole thing (not helped by the fact that she was currently in math class), and decided that she'd make him suffer a bit more by staying silent. She crossed her arms and looked straight ahead, pretending to be checking her homework instead of talking to him.
"Hey. I really am sorry."
Evelyne felt her resolve shatter a bit, and almost almost turned to answer him, but then she heard Mrs. Weasels call out an answer and was broken out of it- determined not to speak.
That was when it happened.
Suddenly, the warm, happy glow around Connor disappeared and was replaced by a menacing aura. The temperature suddenly got a hundred degrees hotter, and Evelyne instantly knew that she'd made a terrible mistake.
"I SAID I WAS SORRY!"
Than, not so suddenly, a noise resembling one of a desk being crushed (hint, hint, wink. wink, nudge nudge) filled the room, and Evelyne turned to see the boy -Connor- crushing the marble top of the desk with his bare hands, glaring daggers at her.
Crap.
"HEY HEY HEY!" Wally's voice boomed from across the room. "ANGER MANAG- Connor?"
The boy paused, saving the desk from his iron grip, to turn and look at the owner of the voice. "KF?"
"CONNOR!" In a millisecond Wally was across the room, glomping Connor with all his might. "Ohmygoshbroithoughtiwasnever gonnaseeyouagaindudeliketota llywhentheblackholetookusiwa slikeohnosilostmytteam,butnowthatyourbackijustwanna takeasecondtotellyouthatyour mybrofishnuggetthalikescchee se(1)!" After Wally finished, there was silence for half a second before Wally stepped back, coughed nonchalantly into the back of his hand, before saying. "Uh, I mean...Sup?
"Um . . . nothing?" Superboy said, questioningly. He opened his mouth to go on, but Mrs. Weasels cut him off.
"Wally! What are you doing out of your seat?" she asked, throwing Wally a look that managed to scare him and make him pee his pants a little, even though Mrs. Weasels was like a foot shorter than him. The woman was scary.
"Uh . . . uh . . . I'm just chilling?" Wally asked, voice squeaking at the end.
"Chilling?" She asked incredulously, throwing him yet another look. "Chilling? If you're going to chill do it in the hall then."
Wally opened his mouth to protest, but then realized that the hall would be a perfect place to discuss finding Superboy with Diana and Evelyne. Taking a deep breath, Wally turned to Mrs. Weasels, heart pounding at the thought of defying her. "Fine then! Let's go Connor! And Diana and Evelyne!"
"Not so fast," Mrs. Weasels said. "Diana and Evelyne didn't do anything. You and Connor did. Besides, if Evelyne leaves, I have the slightest fear that she might become more mathematically inept than before."
"HEY!"
"Look at your math scores! They say something!"
Wally sighed and started towards the hall, planning to tell the two girls after class, when suddenly a scream was heard.
"I HATE MATH! WITH A BURNING, RED INFERNO PASSION! GIVE ME THE HALL OR GIVE ME MATH!"
Mrs. Weasels gasped at the outburst. "Evelyne! Hall! Now!"
Evelyne stood up, with a hint of pride surrounding her as she walked out. Diana outwardly chuckled at the passionate outburst. "Sucker..."
"Oh," Evelyne said, remembering that she had to take Diana out with her too, "AND DIANA HATES MATH TOO!"
"NO, DIANA LOVES MATH!" Mrs. Weasels shouted. "SHE TOLD ME HERSELF! DON'T TRY TO LIE TO ME EVELYNE!"
"What?!" Diana gasped then continued to sputter at the fact that math was her favorite subject, besides science, of course.
"NO, SHE HATES IT!" Evelyne yelled, talking over Diana. "SHE TOLD ME THAT SHE ACTS LIKE SHE LOVES IT, BUT INWARDLY SHE HATES IT AS MUCH AS I DO... MAYBE MORE!"
Mrs. Weasels gasped overdramatically, and looked away, as if her poor, southern heart couldn't stand listening to Evelyne's accusations anymore. "Diana... Evelyne... Out. Now."
"B-But..." Diana said, as Evelyne dragged her out. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
"No," Mrs. Weasels said, putting a hand to her heart. "You've done enough. Please go."
Evelyne, feeling a little bit smug that it wasn't only her in trouble this time, dragged a sputtering, begging Diana out of the classroom.
Once they were in the hall, Diana pulled herself into a ball, hyperventilating. "Oh my... Oh my God... I can't believe I got in trouble! This... This... I'm not gonna be able to get into an Ivy-League university, and I... I'll have to sleep on the streets, and I'll be so poor I'll have to be a prostitute! Then I'll have a kid, but she'll be illegitimate! And I'll give her to a family totakecareofherbutshe'llkeepongettingsickandI'llhavetogivethemmoremoneytos upportherandthenI'lldiefromtuberculouisand-" (A/N: LES MIS REFERENCE!) Diana was cut off as she put a hand to her throat, taking deep breaths and coughing. Evelyne opened her backpack, and rummaged around from something, throwing it to Diana once she found it.
"What was that?" Wally asked.
"Her inhaler."
"Oh."
"So Wally..." Evelyne said, leaning against a locker nonchalantly. (As opposed to Diana's panic/asthma attack)"Why'd you want me and Di out here? You better not tell me it was just to 'chill'... Do you know how hard it was getting her in trouble?!"
"Well..." Wally began, "Do you two recognize this gentleman next to me?"
Evelyne narrowed her eyes. "Yeah! You're the jerk that got me in trouble! Than crushed a desk when I refused to accept your apology!"
Wally started snickering wildly. "Wait... Dude, you really did that? That's hilar- OW!"
"Shut up," Superboy muttered, looking away. "Yeah, but I'm also someone else?"
"Who?" Diana asked, recovering from her panic attack.
"I'm... Superboy." He said, looking away.
There was silence for half a second before a very loud 'OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' filled the hall.
"That makes sense!"
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," Wally said, shaking his head. He opened his mouth to continue on, but at that moment the bell rang and everyone filed out of class.
Wally opened his mouth to say something, but Diana cut him off giving him one short word as a promise for 'Later'.
"History."
~YJ~
Five minutes later, Wally, Diana and Evelyne filed into history. And for once, it wasn't Evelyne whose head was hanging in despair; it was Diana and Wally's.
"Uhhh... Why do I even have to take this stupid class?" Wally groaned, putting his books on the table.
"I know right!" Diana said, pounding her head on the wall next to her. "It's so boring! Chemical formulas and atomic elements are fine, but when it comes to old guys in books my brain dies!"
Evelyne opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by a roar.
"I SMELL HAPPINESS! I. DETEST. HAPPINESS!"
Everyone shut up as Mr. Johnson, their certified wackjob of a history teacher, walked into the room. Diana averted her eyes, trying not to make eye contact. Wally, who had been warned about this teacher enough before, knew to look away, and humbly present his homework in front of him.
Evelyne however, smiled politely at Mr. Johnson. "Hi, Mr. Johnson! How was your day?"
Wally braced himself, expecting the girl to get lashed out at and sent outside the room, but instead found Mr. Johnson greeting her back with a "Hello, Evelyne! It's been wonderful, what about you?"
The speedster's mouth hit the floor, as he examined the scene in front of him, muttering "Wha... But? Evelyne... And every teacher... hate... WHAAAAAA?"
Diana leaned over, and stage whispered "Evelyne's the exception."
It was slightly impossible for Wally to wrap his mind around. From what he heard Mr. Johnson was a tyrant- the teacher to fear upsetting... And Evelyne had a tiny tendency to upset every teacher... so why not this one?
Diana patted his head. "I know... We were all confused at first, but it turns out that Evelyne's kind of a history nerd... She corrected him on the first day, and ever since then she's been a favorite."
Wally, with his mouth still open, nodded, trying to comprehend it all. It was then that Mr. Johnson's mood improved dramatically, out of nowhere.
"Class!" He said, addressing the shaking students. "It's such a nice day outside! All full of rainbows, and sunshine, and kittens... Fluffy fluffy kittens..."
Wally (and the entire class) looked at with confusion. Wasn't he just... pissed beyond belief a few seconds ago? Why was he so happy now? Shrugging, Wally decided to accept it, and not complain. As long as he was in a good mood...
"Alright, class!" The teacher said. "Pull out your books and flip open to page 69." The class snickered. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you guys are so mature... Then read paragraph 2, okay?"
Wally leaned over to get his books from his yellow and red backpack, then realized with despair that he forgot his History book. Crap... Wally was debating between sharing with Diana or just bluffing it and pretending that he had brought his history book. But then he realized that was in a good mood, so he shouldn't get yelled at... much.
The speedster raised his hand. "Mr. Johnson?"
"Yes, Wallace?"
"Can I get my book from my locker... I forgot it..."
Suddenly, the aura around the history teacher turned dark and menacing. Wally gulped as the man turned around, killing him with his eyes.
"NO! YOU MAY NOT GET YOUR BOOK! YOU ARE A YOUNG ADULT NOW AND SHOULDN'T BE FORGETTING SOMETHING AS BRINGING A SMALL TEXTBOOK TO CLASS! IF YOU KEEP FORGETTING YOUR THINGS YOU'LL NEVER GET INTO COLLEGE, YOU'LL LIVE ON THE STREET AS A HOBO AND THE ONLY PLACE THAT WILL EVER HIRE YOU IS MCDONALD'S! YOU'LL GET MARRIED AND HAVE AN ILLEGITIMATE CHILD AND YOUR WIFE WILL TAKE EVERYTHING THAT YOU EVER OWNED FROM YOU, EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE A HOBO, AND STEAL ALL OF YOUR LIFE SAVINGS, WHICH IS PROBABLY ENOUGH TO LIVE COMFORTABLY FOR ONE DAY. YOU'LL HAVE TO BE A MALE PROSTITUTE TO BE ABLE TO AFFORD SOME CRAPPY APARTMENT AND YOU'LL DIE ON A STREET CORNER FROM TUBERCULOSIS! IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER YOUR BOOK YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN BE IN THIS CLASS! LEAVE!"
"Fine, then..." Wally muttered, packing up his stuff and leaving. Geez, when did this guy go from rainbows, kittens and sunshine to prostitutes and dying on a street corner? Was he on, like, his period or something?
"Don't worry..." Diana muttered,as he got up. "He's always P-Man-S-ing."
"I can see that..." Sighing, while shuffling out of the classroom for the second time that day.
-YJ-
After morning classes, Wally, Dick, Diana and Evelyne made there way to lunch peacefully... Well, Dick, Diana and Evelyne did. Wally was moaning about his hunger the whole time.
"Ugh... That was like four hours of not eating!" Wally moaned, clutching at his stomach. "How do you non-metas do it!"
"Wally... Maybe if you didn't eat a four course meal every half hour, you'd be a little more prepared for this!" Dick scolded, as Wally resisted super-speeding to the lunch room.
"But dude! Metabolism!" Wally moaned yet again as they walked into the lunchroom. The group went towards the table and fell into their usual table spots. Dick pulled out a small paper bag lunch, along with the rest of the table. Wally, however, was prepared by his Uncle Barry beforehand, and rang a little bell, signaling a waiter to appear.
"Master Wally." The waiter said, with a faint French accent. "What would you like to dine on today?"
"Salut, Monsieur Francis," Wally said, in fluent French. "Je vuex un hamburger, l'francfort, otto croissant, frites, duex steak, the, le pain, soupe, pâtes, et que por le dessert, je voudrais sept crepes... s'il vous plaît. " (*2)
At that moment, the school's French teacher walked by, and dropped to ground in surprise at Wally's fluency. She clutched at her heart, and stared at him, jaw hitting the floor like everyone else.
"Monsiuer... You can speak fluent French?" she asked, looking at him in astonishment.
"Why, of course," Wally said, "I... uh, I travel a lot. I picked it up when I was around... ten."
"Yeah!" Dick said, popping in. "I can speak French too!"
The teacher's eyes popped out, and once again, she clutched at her heart in pure pride. "That's it... I knew that at least some of this school's inhabitants weren't illiterate wretches! I'm so proud!" She said, as she hugged the boys and walked away. Dick and Wally stared quizzically after her, wondering what the hell just happened.
"She's half Italian."
"Oh..."
Wally dismissed the waiter, and sat down, preparing himself for some peace and relaxation. But then suddenly, there came a cry from the corner of the cafeteria.
"FISH ARE FRIENDS NOT FOOD!"
Everybody turned their heads around to see a dark skinned boy, standing in line with a tray full of salad. Dick shot everyone a look before he got up, to confront the boy.
Dick looked up when he got to the counter, and noticed a that the boy had a close resemblance to Kaldur... In fact, it seemed that he had gills on the side of his neck. Dick's eyes widened as he realized that the boy was Kaldur.
"Hey... Uh... Kal," Dick said, leaning in, pointing to the object that had gotten the boy all worked up."Those are goldfish crackers."
"Oh..." Kaldur said, putting the package down. "Sorry..."
"That's okay." The lunch lady said, putting the crackers back. "We get this about once a week from the humanitarians."
-YJ-
After Kaldur was introduced to everyone, they went outside for the rest of the break. Evelyne, however, being the slow person she was, was stuck inside as she fiddled with her lock, trying to get her locker door open.
"Ugh! Damn thing! Why can't you ever open it on the first try!" She muttered, jiggling it a little.
"Hey Evelyne." A snotty, high-pitched voice filled the hall, gaining the redhead's attention. She inwardly groaned, recognizing the voice upon sound. They were the school's resident queen-Bs (Or as Evelyne, and Diana like to say 'queen-bitches') who made it a hobby to torment the lives of everyone. Today, they seemed to be focusing on Evelyne.
"Brittany, Chloe, Amanda," Evelyne said in cold greeting as she prepared herself.
"We were just talking about our triple date on Saturday..."
"Of course, you do everything in a group of three," Evelyne muttered, "Go on dates in a group of three, hang out in groups of three, prostitute in groups of three..."
"ANYWAYS," Brittany said, continuing on. "Our boyfriends were doing the sweetest things for us! Like holding open the doors, and giving us jewelry. Don't you love it when your boyfriend does that?"
"But wait..." Chloe said, feigning confusion. "You couldn't know that... You don't have a boyfriend, do you?"
Evelyne narrowed her eyes, and tightened her grip on her lock. Those little...
Suddenly, an idea came to Evelyne's mind as she smiled in joy. "Actually, I do."
Evelyne smiled as the trios mouths hit the floor. "WHO WOULD DATE YOU?!"
Oh crap... Evelyne thought, scanning her mind for names. I did not expect them to ask that.
"His name is Roy," Evelyne said, smirking. "Roy Harper."
The popular girls stared at her, gaping, and for half a second, Evelyne felt victorious- Truly, honestly, victorious.
But then she heard the voice of said 'boyfriend' say. "Oh, I didn't know we were going to make our relationship public yet, sweetie."
-YJ-
(1) ohmygosh bro i thought i was never gonna see you again dude like totally when the black hole took us i was like ohnos i lost my team,but now that your back i just wanna take a second to tell you that your my brofish nugget tha likes cheese!
(2) "Hello Mr. Francis, I want a hamburger, eight croissants, fries, two steaks, tea, bread, soup, fish, and for dessert, I would like seven crepes... Please?"
KH: Hello, peoples! We updated! Whohoo! And Roy was introduced (Yayz!)
By the way, did anyone get the Les Mis references we put above... anyone, hmm? (If not, go see the movie, it's so good! But make sure to bring tissues... I don't think I've ever cried so much in my life... DON'T JUDGE ME!) But, yeah, enjoy!
Pwease review? - puppies eyes. - It will make a happy CK4Eva and Katsumi Hatake!
