A/N: Hey! Hope you all liked this fic. I deeply appreciate everyone who read it. And also I'd like to give a big shout out to acosta perez jose ramiro for being such a great reviewer! I'm actually relieved some people are actually reading this!
Okay, so this next chapter has a lot of swearing in it (including a few drops of the N bomb but I censored it out) and I don't mean to offend anyone. I was just trying to put a little emphasis on the kind of racism and sexism that goes around. And I'm really sorry if I put any of your favorite characters to shame. But like I said, this is just a story I wrote using the Rugrats characters. Please don't flame me for that. But I'm pretty sure a lot of you will find this chapter quite enjoyable.
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters in the story. All of which except for Irish, Professor Vivacemente, and Elron Swick (But I stole their names from somehwere). Don't sue me.
A week after the Pickles affair, I returned to school tired and drowsy from a long, miserable Spring Break. I didn't go to the beach or anything like those frat kids were doing. I did nothing but read, write and sleep. I was bored as hell at home since Irish insisted on letting me off of work for a week, even though I didn't want to. I was miserable as hell.
Lunchtime has passed and it was time to head to Biology. The morning before my first class started, I slipped in a couple of beer bottles in my locker. I'm wasted. I managed to drink all three of them during lunch and now, I can't think at all.
At the beginning of class, my teacher came in holding a pile of marked mid-terms we took a couple of weeks ago. He dropped the pile on his desk and turned to the class with a very serious, scary look. "I've requested the teacher who was making the test to make it as easy as it can get," he spoke, "when I've proof-read it, she did exactly as I told her. But from what the test resulted to, I get the idea that you all seem to take these easy, give-away testing for granted!"
He sighed multiple times while arranging the written tests in alphabetical order. He examined each of the scores one by one. In some of them I noticed an impressed expression light up but in most of it he expressed an utterly disgusting reaction.
"Some of you did rather well. Some have sunk very low. But there are those of you who are at risk of failing this course and have done terrible work in this are also at risk of repeating this course next year if you don't fix this. Do take this seriously!"
He looked up at the class and everyone was very nervous. He licked his lips and examined each of us. His eyebrows clenched, exposing his massively wrinkly forehead drenched in African-American skin. He was far from his usual friendly, wacky self. I never seen him so serious, and angry.
He said, "I will be present if you are in need of some assistance regarding the following lessons. And it's never wrong to ask a fellow peer for help with certain assignments and reviewing. But for now, I will allow you to take home these tests and I want you to make corrections on atleast twenty questions. I have encircled your mistakes for you," he looked up and let out an arrogant smirk, "but as for those students who received a B or higher, I will only let you correct five mistakes and I will allow you to store ten extra marks in the bank. They are to be reserved for other exams in case you happen to get a lower score than usual."
He began distributing out the papers, walking up to each student's desk and commenting on each of their tests. When he walked up to Phil's desk, Phil's jaw dropped after he had found and read the little yellow slip inserted in his test folder. "C'mon Mr. Vivacemente, give me another chance! I'll do better next time, I promise. Don't do this to me!" Phil cried.
Vivacemente grabbed the yellow slip from him and held it up for the class to see. "This, ladies and gentlemen, indicates that you are required to schedule a conference with me alongside your parents or guardian and this is to be signed and returned to me by next week. It is stapled at the top right of your exam's front page and I want your parents' signature on both the test and this form. But I only stapled this to your paper if you are in deep risk of failing. Now, this form is supposed to request your parents into scheduling an appointment with me any time before May. But I'm not requesting it, I'm demanding it. I want to have these slips back by next week and I mean all of them. In case you decide not to follow this order without a decent excuse, let me warn you that I'm not afraid of making direct contact with them myself. That could mean anything, I'll probably call them, I can mail them, and if you guys aren't careful, you'll probably expect to have me over for dinner sometime." He grinned sheepishly and the people who didn't receive yellow slips laughed along with him.
"Oh c'mon Viv, you know I'm not exactly a whiz at this science stuff. Jeez, man. Take it easy, will ya?" cried Phil, again.
"Watch it!" Viv exclaimed and turned to the class, "you see, Mr. Deville, here, is a prime example of the kind of stupididity portrayed of pretending to try hard and laying out the same lines countlessly, and expecting me to pity him each time," he turned to him, "how you are treating this class, and this test, and my vow as an educator, and yourself is the lowest as anyone can get. Your portrayal as a putred, veil, and effortless joke of a student fails to amuse me more and more every time. With you, I demand your parents' attention."
"But this isn't the worst score I got. I've done a lot worse than this shit. I've improved!" whined Phil.
"No you haven't. If I hadn't known you nor hadn't I pitied you, you could've had ended up with fifteen marks less than what you have now. You see, just when I thought I've had enough, I still end up doing favors for you. You're a lucky boy, you know that," Vivacemente said in front of his face.
"And he's not the only one! I could easily say the same for atleast half of you."
He continued distributing the tests. The kids who got yellow slips all looked clueless on what they're going to do. They all looked scared as heck to tell their parents. Me? I wasn't that nervous. I knew I hadn't failed or anything. I did study quite hard, actually and I didn't find the test hard at all. I had nothing else to do but study for it.
He came to me and handed me my exam. I got a B, an 84/100.
"Nicely done, Thomas. I guess this is pretty much the highest score in the class," he turned towards the others, "Class, give Thomas a big hand."
The entire class applauded me and Viv beckoned me to stand up. I was still drunk and I can't really stand up for myself so Viv pulled me up. But as the class was applauding, I got pretty nervous so I let out a huge belch and the entire class busted out laughing. That was a real stupid move for me. I let out a hard breath. Beer breath, that is. I noticed Viv's nose had caught the alcoholic stench coming out of me. With the beer still gurgling in my stomach, I almost threw up but as it was coming out of my mouth, I swallowed it back down. Viv was pretty annoyed. He put that beer thing aside for a moment and continued speaking to the class. "Thomas, here, use to be a slacker just like most of you. But somehow, he managed to lay all that out in the past. In all my years of educating, I have never seen such a dramatic improvement. I don't know how he did it, but he did anyway. I encourage each and every one of you to follow his kind of example." I noticed the class laughing silently at my drunken mannerisms. The crinched, reddish, teary-eyed look on my face was just priceless.
"I'll deal with you later," Viv whispered to me as he pushed my shoulder back down to my seat.
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"Ahhh... Ms. Deville.!" he said as he headed over to Lillian Deville's place, "The highest score in the class! Possibly even the whole grade!"
Here's a hint: Viv's sarcasm mode is turned on.
"Oh my god! Really?" Lil said.
She quickly grabbed the folder and almost ripped it. What she saw surprised her greatly. She saw at the top left hand corner of the test, clearly marked in thick red ink, it said: 94/100 A.
"Oh... my... God! I can't believe it! Ninety-four out of a hundred! This is so awesome!" Lil let out to the whole class. "I'm so better than all of you! God!"
But wait, I sense a massive 'burn'.
She looked at each question carefully with a proud grin. Viv was also looking down at her shoulder, silently chuckling at her. She turned to the last page, which was the essay part, and read the written essay. A shocked look flashed upon her face.
"My, Lillian. I found your essay to be very brilliant. Care to read it out loud?" Viv told her.
"Ummmmm... no." she responded nervously.
"Okay, I'll read it, then."
Lil tried to clutch the paper from him. But he grabbed it pretty quick.
Viv read aloud what it said in the paper.
It said:
My N-----ish Valentine,
Before I get on with what I'm going to let across to you, let me first give you an answer to the essay question:
I couldn't care less about the evolution of life. You ask me for whichever theory it is I find the most accurate. I can't answer that. They all sound pretty inaccurate to me, to be honest. I can never think of a decent answer. If you truly seek an accurate answer, maybe you can ask God. He's the only one capable of knowing, after all. He created everything, didn't he? We won't find out in a very long time; until we're dead, that is. Or maybe we won't even find it out, maybe we will just never know. Why bother asking me? Does life even have a beginning? Will there even be an end? All I know is that life exists. It just does. End of story.
Now here's something I want to clear up:
Lillian Deville didn't write this test you are marking. And I know her well, I know she's going to screw up MY test. She's not that smart. By that, she will cost me this class. Despite all the hard work and the sacrifices I made for this class, with me being your top student, I have stupidly become the biggest sucker on earth. But it's all for the sake of discovering myself, and it's worth it, I guess.
Here's what happened--- providing that she and I would fuck every night for the next month, I agreed to put eachother's name on our exams so I can boost her grade up. Based on the way we knicked and how I was beginning to tire of her fuck, I had come to the realization that I am indeed gay. Bisexual, I mean. Two nights ago, I came out to her in the sincerest of ways. So the damn bitch told everyone and now, everyone is neglecting me. First, I acted as if it didn't matter and I was still up for our deal. So in revenge, I wrote this note. It would help me if you read this to the class just so everyone can know how I secretly knocked her up. God, we loved to fuck!
But I've also come to another realization--- I love you, Viv. With this note, I say goodbye to you. I don't think I will ever set foot in your classroom again.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Tell Lillian, I love her too. No matter how much of a bitch she truly is, she's the only girl I really fell in love with, no matter how lame of a sex partner she is. I will come back for her one day.
But I love you too, Viv. I love you.
Goodbye sweet n-----puff,
Elron Swick
He read Swick's message aloud without shame and without censoring any words, even the N word. After he finished reading it, he found Lillian crying hard, face down on her desk. I think he's gone a bit too far with that one. I hoped he realized that too. I know it was typical of Lil to slut her way through to get a high mark, but c'mon. This was too much embarrassment for her.
Not noticing the other test folder laid upon her desk, she continued to sob tremendously as her desk flooded with tears and droplets splattered on the floor. Viv let out a sigh and knelt down by her.
Viv spoke, "This is the mark I gave you," Viv referred to the other test paper which Lil wrote under Swick's name. Lil didn't care.
Viv let out another huge sigh, here comes another downer: "I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but, Elron is dead. He shot himself dead two nights ago."
"And?"
"You have any say on it?"
"Shut up! Are you blaming me for it? Elron's just so stupid! The stupidest guy ever! I don't care what you do, you might as well send me to jail right now!!" Lil wailed out.
"No one's blaming you. I'm just letting you know about it."
"Why in front of everybody?!? You've embarrassed me for the last time... I'm quitting school! Just fuck off, you asshole!"
"Is your embarrassment all you care about? Do you even care about Elron's death?"
"Oh my God, are you serious? I never said that! How dare you accuse me of that?"
Lil rubbed her hands over her eyes, trying to dry out her eyes of tears.
She then spoke with her sobbing voice, "I loved Elron too. I love him with all my heart and I care about him so much. Yes, I'm so disappointed with his death and him."
She sobbed even harder. Viv put his hand over her shoulder and tried to comfort her. "That's it. I'm getting the hell out of here!" she shouted.
She grabbed all her stuff, her cellphone, her Ipod and everything expensive she owned. But she threw all her books and notes at the black board which made a bang that caused commotion among other classes. She dashed her way out of the school and no one knew where she went. The other teachers got involved in the fuss but they couldn't stop her. And back in his desk sat Viv. He didn't let it out, but I knew he was feeling quite guilty.
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The bell rang and the students began to stampede across the hallway, all fussing about what happened. The classroom emptied with the exception of Viv, Phil, and me. Once the halls were cleared, I got up on my way out. Just as my foot stepped out the door, Viv called out for me.
"Mr. Pickles, you are aware of the school's policy about alcohol, right?"
I turned around to him and shrugged.
"I am pretty much against alcoholism, especially when it comes to students. I will not allow it."
"I never drank it in class." I told him.
He shook his head. "I might have to tell your parents about it."
Now, I was scared. I was speechless. I stood there with my mouth hung open, looking like a complete drunken idiot. Then suddenly Phil sprang up his desk and broke the awkward silence, "Oh FUCK YOU, VIV! Haven't you ruined enough people's lives today?!?" Phil cried out loudly. He was tense.
"Philip, go home." Viv commanded him.
"NO! That's my sister you fucked with and that whole yellow slip thing won't work anymore. Cause if my parents get a hold of you and what you just did to her, you're gonna have your ass sued." He walked up to the teacher's desk and stared angrily in Viv's eyes. He was red all over and Viv was trying to hide it, but I could feel he was very frightened by Phil.
"There is no law that partakes that, Mr. Deville." Viv assured him.
"Whatever, man! You're still gonna pay..." Phil kicked his desk over and dashed out classroom, stark raving pissed. He stomped down the halls, throwing his textbooks on the lockers and windows. I could here the sound of glass cracking. He roughhoused his way all over the place.
Viv turned to me. "Mr. Pickles, I'd figure I'll let you off the hook this time if you do me one favor."
"Yeah... and?" I was unsure of what he wanted me to do.
"Mr. Pickles, I'm quite sure your family has a few associations with the Devilles."
"A little bit, yeah. Why?"
"If you could tutor them for me--"
"What the hell? C'mon Viv, they're not gonna buy it."
"Fine, or any way possible. If you could dish out a little dirt for me."
"Dude, I haven't talked to them in ages, now. How am I supposed to do that?"
"Obviously, I'm in a lot of trouble with them, and their parents, and the school board, too. Tell you what, I'll try to arrange a tutoring session."
"Wait, you weren't clear. What kind of dirt are we talkin', here?"
"Skeletons in the closet, mainly. It was Elron's parents who got me into this. And I want you to do some investigation on how the Devilles, or Lillian were involved in this."
"The answer is simple: Swick is a nutjob. He's capable of killing himself with no reason at all. Or a stupid reason, for that matter."
"There's more to that. And that's only an assumption."
"Well, what's your say in this?"
"The autopsy results are inconclusive. Swick's death resulted to either murder or suicide."
"How?"
"His fingerprints weren't found in the handgun he killed himself with."
"What does that have to do with the Devilles?"
"Probably nothing, but they know Swick very well. I just want you to do a little detective work on Swick's intentions. Just get some dirt out of the Devilles."
"I thought it was just Lil, what does Phil have to do with this?"
"I don't know. But I want information from them, Lillian's contribution, especially. But just don't tell them anything about what I told you."
"What's your purpose for this?"
"Just to find out how he died. Swick is a dangerous boy. I don't believe he committed suicide. Obviously he was after something and it was something that killed him."
"I'm not sure if I'm in for it, or not."
"Do it, or your parents will be very upset about you getting drunk in school."
He took out a large pair of pliers that's strong enough to break my locker open, where those beer bottles are still crammed up.
"Fine."
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