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Jake groaned as he kept hearing someone whispering his name.
"Jake, do you have any idea what time it is?!" Haley yelled. She tried being nice by waking him up quietly, but her older brother was really testing her patience.
"Rooose," Jake mumbled with a smile on his face.
"Ew! I hope you're not having that kind of dream right now." The 11-year-old picked up a pillow that was next to Jake's head and hit him as hard as she could. "Wake up!"
Jake screeched and sat up. "Trouble? Where? Dragon up-"
Haley held his arm so he wouldn't transform. "No, Jake, it's just me!"
"Haley, I've been attacked! Which way did they go?"
His little sister facepalmed. "No, I attacked you. I hit you with this pillow." She held it up.
Jake rolled his eyes and fell back into bed. "Why'd you scare the shit out of me then?"
She placed the pillow back on his bed. "Hey, you wouldn't wake up. I was doing you a favor."
He yanked the sheets over his head. "I'm going back to bed."
"You'll be late for school," Haley grumbled.
"I'll deal with it."
She huffed, "I know I didn't wake you up for no reason. My hand hurts from hitting you, y'know." Jake didn't respond. Haley made her way to the door. "If you don't come out in the next 5 minutes, I'll tell mom and dad you swore."
Jake pulled the sheets off his face. He groaned loudly. Haley smiled, knowing she could always have her way.
Soon after, Jake ran downstairs into his kitchen. Unlike middle school, he didn't wear his iconic outfit anymore. Today, he chose an orange shirt with dark ripped jeans, Vans, and a brown puffer jacket in his hand.
"'Morning, Jake!" his father greeted. "See you're sporting the fall colors."
His mother advised, "Honey, should you really wear those jeans? It's cold today."
"I'll be fine mom." Jake took a piece of toast from Haley's plate.
"Hey!" she exclaimed.
Her brother took a bite. "Gotta run. See you guys after school."
"Oh okay, sweetie," his mom called as her son left, "bye!"
"Bye, Jake. Have a great day at school." his dad told him.
"Thanks, bye- Oh!" Jake stuck his head back in the house. "Actually, I'll be at Trixie's crib for a few. English homework. Can you tell G?"
"Sure, honey. Just be safe, okay?"
"Of course. Love you, mom." He closed the door.
"Lucky, you got an 'I love you'," his dad Joked, his wife smiling in response.
Jake hopped on his skateboard and made it to school in record time. Besides having to be threatened by his own sister to wake up, he was feeling productive that day.
He walked to his locker feeling like a million bucks until Trixie came out of nowhere yelling, "Jake!"
He gasped. "Trix! What is with girls scaring me today?"
She ignored him, "You're a guy, right?"
"Uh, is that a joke?"
"Okay, tell me, do I look okay?" She gestured to her outfit: light-washed mom jeans with a long sleeve black crop top. Her hair was in it's usual afro puffs, but her hair grew a lot after middle school, often tickling her ears.
"Yeah, you always look fine. But, aren't you gonna get cold?" Jake mentally slapped himself, realizing he was sounding like his mom.
Trixie laughed, jokingly saying, "A hoe neva gets cold-"
"A what?" a teacher asked, leaning against the wall next to his classroom.
Trixie nervously chuckled, "A . . . hose! Yeah, um, it never gets cold when you touch it." She smiled convincingly.
The teacher shook his head and walked back into his classroom.
Jake tried not to laugh, "Why do you care about your appearance all of a sudden?"
"'Cause, Jakey-boy, look ova there!" Trixie pointed to a tall darkskin man. "His name is Brian, he's a senior, and he's-"
"Fine like lemon lime in the summertime?" Jake filled in.
"Nope, he's the chocolate for my sundae!" she squealed.
"But it's Monday," Jake said.
Trixie frowned. "I expected a response like that from Spud, not you."
"Where is Spud anyway?" he asked.
"Ohh, he's sick today."
"What? But I need him to tutor me for English! I-I'm gonna fail; that's it for me-"
Trixie put her hand on his shoulder. "Calm down. Just a little fever. He'll be fine."
"Okay, okay." Jake took his things out of his locker. "Maybe he'll be in school tomorrow."
"See, that's the spirit! Now let's get to class before Mrs. B punishes our asses."
Jake and Trixie began to walk down the hall. "I wouldn't mind if she punishes me," Jake said with a smirk.
"Seriously, is sex all you boys think about?"
"Yes, that's why you gotta stay away from that senior, Mr. Chocolate Sundae or whatever." Jake poked her side.
"That tickled! And his name is Brian. What are you, my brother or something?"
"Of course. The brother you've never had."
Shortly after, Jake and Trixie were in class on time. Surprisingly, the art room was awfully quiet. Mrs. B stood in the front of the room and began, "Good morning everyone, thank you for being so polite this morning. Must be a full moon." She gestured for someone at the door to come in. "We have a new student. Hope you give her a warm welcome."
Boys whispered, wondering if the girl's cute. Girls chattered, wanting a new friend. Jake yawned, not caring. He figured it was another freshman, since mostly lowerclassmen were in this class.
No one came through the door. Trixie and several others looked around, confused. Mrs. B gestured again towards the door. A short girl walked in, about 5'1. She had box braids down her back with two small pigtails (like Misa from Death Note) and a black sweater with a red plaid skirt and white leg warmers.
Heh, definitely a freshman, Jake thought to himself, amused at how accurate his thinking was.
"Introduce yourself," Mrs. B kindly instructed.
"H-hello, my name is Alicia Smith. You can call me Cia if you want, like the singer." The room was silent, Alicia wouldn't look up from the ground.
"Where are you from, Alicia? Can you tell us a little about yourself?" the teacher asked.
"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm from Boston. I'm 16, a junior. My favorite subject's English and . . . what else? My favorite color's pink." Trixie was surprised. There was not an ounce of pink on that girl.
Jake was also surprised. He really thought that was a freshie.
"Thank you, have a seat at table 4," Mrs. B told her.
Alicia walked to the table with a number 4 at the side, which contained a curious Trixie and a sleepy Jake. Alicia made sure not to make eye contact by pretending she was looking for something in her backpack.
"Okay, everyone," Mrs. B began, "continue your assignment from last week. Alicia, you don't have to worry about that. You can just free draw. There's paper on my desk over there." Alicia nodded and walked towards the papers.
"Homegirl's weird, not gonna lie," Trixie stated.
Jake nodded. "You right, maybe she's just nervous."
"I feel kinda bad. All the way from Boston to NYC lookin' like that?"
He opined, "She's probably into anime. Y'know Massachusetts, got all types of liberals."
"Yeah," Trixie said, "wait, what does that have to do with liberals?"
"Trix!" Jake bubbled, "Her favorite subject is English, right?"
"Yeah, isn't that what the girl said?" she sassed.
"Oh, yes! Woop woop, guess who's not failing English!"
"Boy, what are you saying?"
"You're gonna girl talk your way into getting her to tutor me tonight at your place instead of Spud, duh."
"There you go, Jake. Spewing nonsense."
"What? Trix, this is my smartest idea since-"
"Jake, there is no 'since'. Your ideas suck."
Her friend scrunched his nose. "Dang. Harsh."
"It's true. Did you even think? 1: She said her favorite is English, not that she's good at it. 2: We don't know her, how will we convince her to come ova my house? 3:-"
"Okay, okay, but trust. We're teenagers. We're supposed to get along in record time."
Trixie waved her hands. "Hold on, lemme say number 3. What if she expects to be friends?"
"That's fine." Jake noticed Trixie was looking at him like he was an idiot. "What! It's fine."
"Didn't you hear Spud yesterday? It'll be hard to be friends with someone who doesn't know about the-" she whispered, "AmDrag."
"Relax, Trix. Never said she had to be a close friend."
Alicia came back to the table, not even noticing how suddenly silent the two have gotten. She took out some colored pencils and started sketching on her paper.
Jake motioned to Trixie to start a conversation. Trixie sighed. "You're really talented," she commented.
Alicia looked down awkwardly at her paper. "Thank you, but I just started."
Trixie froze. "I mean, uh-"
"She means she can tell you're talented . . . just by the way you hold your pencil." Jake plastered a fake smile.
"That's a thing? Thanks then."
Jake took out his art folder. "So, you like New York?"
"It's really loud but the rest is okay."
Jake pointed his thumb at Trixie, "It's even louder with this one around." He knew that would get Trixie to finally join the conversation.
"And it gets even dumber with him around," Trixie shot back. "He's been bugging me all day about his stupid English homework."
Jake rolled his eyes. "All day? It's only 8 AM."
She ignored him, "You like English, right?"
"Mhmm," she agreed.
"Jake and I are having a study session at my house for English. You wanna join?"
Alicia switched colored pencils. "Sounds really nice but I don't want to third wheel with you and your boyfriend-"
"Boyfriend?!" Jake questioned.
"No, no, no! That's my bestie, Jakey. He has a whole boo and I have my eyes on someone."
"Yeah, someone new every week," Jake snickered.
"Boy, you love testin' me." Trixie shook her head.
"Sorry! I just assumed since you two seem close," Alicia apologized.
Trixie shrugged it off. "It's cool. We've known each otha since diapers, baby. Besides, it's usually the three of us. But our best friend Spud is out sick today."
"Spud?" she smiled. "Like the potato?"
"More like Spud as in Spudinski. But his brain might as well be a potato."
"So what you're saying is you need me to tutor you-" she pointed at Jake, "in English because your friend Spud can't?"
Trixie paused, looked at Jake, opened her mouth to say something, then gave up and slouched. "Yeah, she got us."
Jake scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, but we didn't want it to sound like we were using you. You can hang with us if you'd like."
"I'll do it. Not like I got options. Plus you two are the friendliest people I've met so far. New Yorkers-"
"Cat call too much?" Trixie filled in.
"Honk their horns so loud?" Jake guessed.
"I was gonna say they're random, but I've gotten those things, too." Alicia laughed a bit, feeling comfortable all of a sudden.
The three made their way to Trixie's. She opened the door with her key and let them in.
"I still think we should've visited Spud," Jake mentioned.
"And get contaminated with whatever he has? No, thank you."
Alicia chuckled. She liked the way Trixie talked.
"Did you have English today, Alicia?" Jake asked.
"No, I have it tomorrow. I can still help, though. As long as it's no book assignment involved. Also, call me Cia."
Trixie walked to the stairs. "Fasho, baby. Everyone in our group got nicknames, anyway."
"Wait, your name's not Jake?"
"Nah, it's Jacob. But please don't call me that."
"No problem-"
Trixie interrupted with a loud, "Grandma! I'm here with friends!"
"Okay, y'all have fun," her grandmother replied.
"Damn, Trix. Do you have to yell?" Jake rubbed his ears.
"I neva know if she has her hearing aid in or not." Trixie led them to her room.
She took off her shoes and collapsed on her bed. She soon got up and screamed. Jake and Alicia swiftly turned their heads to see a figure in the bed. Jake was prepared to risk it all and dragon up, despite Alicia being right there.
"Whew, Trix, you almost hit my no-no square."
"Spud?!" Trixie screeched in anger.
"The one and only- achoo!"
"Oh hell no, why are you in my bed? In my room? In my house!"
Alicia winced, "You didn't tell me your friend was a pervert!"
Spud sat up. "Oh, no! I am many things, but a perv is not one. Well, actually-"
"Spud!" all three teens yelled.
"Okay, okay. I suppose you want an explanation."
Trixie tapped her foot. "Very much."
"My parents kicked me out because I used up all their tissues."
Jake replied, "That's a bit much."
"Oh, I'm not done. I used all the toilet paper. Then napkins. Then paper towels. Then curtains-"
Trixie crossed her arms. "Okay, we get it Spudinski. You're gross. I just hope you didn't use anything in my room!"
"I swear, I didn't. Your grandma makes the best tea. I can finally breathe." Spud took a deep breath in, then out. "I just have the sneezies."
"Nice for you, but you're gonna need to get the hell up outta here so I can change my bed sheets and wipe everything down then spray this room with Febreze."
"How's Febreze gonna do anything?" Spud asked, slightly annoyed.
Jake could tell things were starting to heat up, "Guys, calm down-"
Soon enough, the two were arguing and Jake was trying to fix it. Alicia looked a the three, both annoyed and invested. She figured it was enough instigating, though. "Guys?" she asked. "Guys," she repeated more sternly. "Guys!" Alicia yelled.
The three froze, as if it was some kind of spell. "Hello? I'm right here!"
Still frozen, the three just blinked at her. She continued, "Jake, joining the argument won't solve anything. Trixie, Febreze won't solve much either."
Spud whispered, "Told ya."
"And Spud, it was super weird you went into a girl's bedroom without her permission. Anyone's bedroom without their permission would be weird. Bad first impression for me."
"Aw," Spud murmured.
"New York is so weird!" Alicia groaned.
Spud, Trixie, and Jake looked at each other. "Am I supposed to know who that is?" Spud whisper-shouted.
"I'm Alicia," she replied. Spud hid under the covers, not knowing she could hear him. "You all seem like you're good. I'm gonna head out."
Jake ran up to her. "Wait, where are you going?"
"Home, of course. It's the only place I know here anyway."
"We're really sorry we argued in front of you," Trixie said. "Right, Spud?" She nudged him.
"Oh! Right, very sorry."
"No, it's not that. You all seem so . . . use to each other. Three's a crowd, I can't imagine how overcrowded it'll be with me-"
"Hey, hey, don't say that. Did you see how you just calmed the storm that was happening a second ago?" Jake reminded.
"True, you have a point-" Alicia's watch began to vibrate. "So sorry! I have to go, it's my mom." She began to run out the door.
"Uh, you can sit with us at lunch tomorrow, okay?" Jake said, trying to put things back together.
"Yeah, thanks!"
It was dead silent in the house. All you could hear was the faint tv in grandma's room. Spud sneezed, breaking the silence. Jake slowly turned back to the room, looking at his two best friends.
"Well, she's gone," Trixie shrugged. "Now you . . . and Spud can . . . do your homework at . . . your place, Jake," she said in between breaths as she dragged Spud out of her bed.
"Do you think we hurt her feelings?" Jake asked.
"What?" Trixie asked, still dragging Spud. "We just met the girl, maybe she has something to do."
Spud finally fell off on his butt. "Yeah, maybe she has class."
Trixie and Jake looked at their friend weirdly. "Spud, you do know school ended like an hour ago, right?" Trixie asked.
"Ohh, that's why you're all here."
She asked, "How long have you been sleeping?"
"Don't know."
Jake pleaded, "Guys, I'm serious! I sense something in her."
"Good or bad?" Trixie asked.
"I'm not sure. All I know is we should definitely keep a close eye on her."
"And what are we gonna do? Pretend to be the poor girl's friend?" she questioned.
Jake did agree that Trixie had a good point. But he couldn't just ignore his dragon senses.
Spud opened his mouth wider and wider, getting read to sneeze, interrupting Jake's thoughts.
"Stop, no! Spud don't you dare!" Trixie ordered.
"ACHOO-!" Spud blew away some papers from her desk.
"That's it, get out! Both of you!" she yelled.
Hope you enjoyed! These characters are so fun to work with.