Well, surprise surprise. I came up with a part 2! I might even make this into a multichap.

To the guest in the comments who commented my one shot "didn't fit the storyline", I have no idea why you commented that. No one is obliged to stick with official Fortnite storylines/content; that's the whole point of fanfiction. Don't go around making demands anonymously and expect me to fulfill them if you don't want others doing that to you. Like every single user ever: DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! :)

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A few days later...

"Drift? Can I see you for a second?" Maven called.

Drift froze from where he was packing up his backpack. Students were already filing out of the Stormwing warehouse, chattering about tonight's Impulse Grenade match against Pleasant. Slowly, Drift set down his backpack and dragged his feet over to Maven's desk. He already knew what was coming. Maven was seated behind her desk spread with blueprints, a stack of tests to correct, and Drift's report card. His aviation teacher wasn't intimidating physically, but Drift knew she wielded the power of giving an F. (Like the school grade, not respect)

"So, you haven't been doing too well in this class, haven't you?" Maven began, pressing her fingertips together.

"Uh, I guess," Drift mumbled. He eyed a Power Chord's Rock Out vinyl leaning against the clunky stereo Maven often blasted when they did solo work.

"You've gone down to a D now, with your rather distasteful test score on Friday," Maven continued. Her manicured nails made an annoying clacking sound as she tapped them together.

"I knew it," Drift grumbled.

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"Well, a Stormwing is just a bunch of metal parts, willpower, and lots of Chug Jug juice, baby! If you actually stayed awake in this class you would be blasting through the skies," Maven said with newfound positivity.

"Thanks, but I prefer my ATK and Rifting," Drift replied drily. "Easier to control."

"True, but Stormwings are more efficient for traveling," Maven contradicted.

"Mhmmm."

"Alright, seriously now," Maven shrugged aside the lighthearted mood. "I want you to succeed in school. And I know this is the only class that's holding you back. Um, what other classes do you have?"

"Shooting Range, Potion Lab, Rifting, Builds, Gliding, Biome Studies," Drift rattled out automatically. He glanced outside and wondered if Brite was looking for him. Sure enough, he spotted the pink haired girl building a Llamaman out of snow by the ice coated landing strip.

"Well, I suggest tutoring for a week or two. Do you know Onesie?" Maven asked, pulling out her laptop.

"That Durr Burger obsessed girl who always wears her PJs to class? Of course," Drift replied. "Um, may I go now?"

"Almost," Maven tapped away on her keyboard for a few seconds. "There, I just sent you some information on the tutoring. Please get back ASAP. Have a great afternoon and please study!"

"Yeah, see ya," Drift called, already halfway out the warehouse gate.

He met up with Brite by the landing strip, who had just finished pickaxing down her llamaman.

"Woah there, feisty pants," Drift laughed, his dark mood lifting as he saw his favorite person. Maybe it was the unobscured sunlight, but Brite seemed, well, briter than usual. And more beautiful, like always.

"Ugly!" Brite scoffed, giving the mound of snow that used to be a llamaman one last stab with her Rainbow Smash.

"Aww, he was a fine looking llama. Let's go," Drift comforted her. Taking the latter's hand, he led her to his ATK.

They drove off, listening to Power Chord's remix of OG Lobby Music. Drift's conversation with Maven and his grades fell behind him the faster they drove. Brite didn't say much, but the simple joy of having her with him was enough to make him forget everything. He told her about the fight Ace and Wild Card had over their diamond llama; which they'd won at the High Stakes tourney. Brite giggled at that.

"Alright, it's a beautiful day. Wanna stop by the pool?" Drift asked as they approached the abandoned pool building and park close to Haunted.

"Heckers yesers," Brite said cheerfully.

"Let's go."

Drift's smile melting into a grimace as they approached the pool. Since it was after school hours, the pool was already pretty crowded. He'd forgotten how busy Friday afternoons were around there. Petty schoolgirls, doofus schoolboys, and the occasional beach ball filled the pool; and loud music thrummed from the speakers. Drift's stomach clenched as he realized a group of girls were overdosing on mini shields. Drift grabbed Brite's hand as they approached.

"Sure about this, Bri Bri?" He asked with concern.

Brite's eyes swept over the crowd. "No. Come back tomorrow," she said. "Mean girls here."

"Alright, lets go play Rocket League at my place," Drift said. They were about to head back to the ATK when a shrill voice shouted out behind them.

"Hey, Drift!" Sun Strider yelled.

The former turned around just in time to see his ex- girlfriend scale the pool's brick wall, slurp juice in hand. She was wearing a tight red swimsuit and her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail; not to shy attention away from her breasts. Heads popped up behind her; Calamity, Volley Girl, Valor, Snorkel Specialist, Lynx.

"What do you want?" Drift asked dully. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Brite freeze.

"C'mon, I wanna have some fuuuuuun," Strider slurred.

"No, I'm good," Drift tried to walk away, but Strider grabbed his arm.

"C'mon babe, let's get down, baaaaaaby," she sang in a syrupy voice.

"Don't call me that!" Drift snapped. He tried to pry Strider's hand off, but she had a tight grasp.

"No baby, playyyyy with meeeeeeee," Strider begged. From behind the wall, her little clique snickered at him.

Drift glanced at Brite. She was standing beside the ATK, her face ashen, almost on the verge of tears. Despite the sunlight, she looked dark and small now.

"I said, let go!" Drift shook his arm. "You're drunk!"

"C'mon dude, she's hot stuff. You gotta be retarded not to smash!" Snorkel shouted menacingly.

"You know what?" Valor snorted. "He's already retarded for hanging out with her!" She gleefully pointed at the cowering Brite. All the girls chortled.

"You don't have to be with that, um, retard, Drift," Strider purred. "But you still have a cha-"

"SHE IS NOT! A! RETARD!" Drift screamed. He saw red everywhere he looked. Before he knew what he had done, his hand flew and slapped her cheek so hard his eyeballs shook in his head. Strider slammed to the grass and rolled a few feet away. Her slurp had cracked into pieces, and the alcoholic drink was seeping into the grass, blue and purple.

Brite was sobbing now (the Waterworks emote) Drift sprinted over to her and cradled the bright haired girl into his arms. "C'mon, let's get out of here, Bri. I promise they'll leave us alone."

His head was throbbing with fury and his hands shook; but he managed to cooly lead her into the ATK. He almost pushed her into her seat, and he drove away as fast as he could; the screams and jeers from the pool fading away behind him.

They drove in silence as Drift fumed. He literally had no idea where he was going until they pulled up to the craggy rocks of Haunted Hills. Weathered dark stone buildings, dented metal fences, and several gravestones carved on with eyes greeted them.

Drift sighed and leaned his head on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry Brite," he said.

She didn't respond.