A/N: Monday and Tuesday! Tomorrow, the end of the story. :)
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On Monday mornings, any excuse to delay going to class was a valid one. 'Too bad the teachers don't know that rule,' Evan thought as he leaned over the water fountain.
Down the hall, Pietro was having a hushed argument with Tabitha.
"Do it!" he insisted.
"What's in it for me?" Tabitha crossed her arms.
"You're impossible!" Pietro threw up his hands.
"Get me the answer sheet for tomorrow's history test," Tabitha demanded.
"Deal."
Tabitha rubbed her hands together and passed the resulting energy bomb to Pietro. "Run," she said simply.
"Don't have to tell me twice!" he answered as he took off.
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Evan wondered if there was a world record for longest drink from a water fountain. He was probably setting a new one. As the hallway emptied around him, he felt a slight breeze. Something small and bright caught his eye.
There was an explosion.
Evan got hit in the head with the metal sink. When he recovered, he found himself sitting in a puddle of rapidly rising water. A crumpled piece of paper was stuffed in his fist.
He unfolded it. "Explosions By Pietro," it read. "It was my explosion, you jerk," declared a smaller scrawl in the corner.
"Care to explain?" said a voice above him. Evan looked up into the face of an exasperated Principal Kelly.
"I didn't do it!" he said quickly.
"Really," sighed the principal. Evan gave him the note.
Kelly scanned over the sloppy handwriting. Explosions. Demons, monsters, earthquakes, and now explosions. He really needed a new job.
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Pietro sauntered into the principal's office. He was used to being summoned by the PA system. Nothing to worry about.
He made himself comfortable in the chair opposite the desk. Kelly threw a wadded-up scrap of paper at him.
Pietro smoothed it out and recognized it instantly. "Ah," he nodded. "How came you to be in possession of my business card?"
"Daniels," Kelly said shortly.
"Wonderful!" Pietro sat up. "He liked my work so much he referred me to his friends!"
"So you admit to this?" Kelly rubbed his forehead.
"Admit to what?" Pietro defended with the I-don't-know-anything technique.
"Blowing up a drinking fountain," Kelly sighed. "Did you do it?"
Pietro pondered some technically-true answers. "I may have assisted with the job," was the response he finally settled on.
"Did you have, er, a business partner?" Kelly hoped to get answers by playing along.
"Indeed!" Pietro looked proud of himself.
"Who?"
"Miss Tabitha Smith, demolition expert," he answered with an air of introducing a very important person.
"And-"
"Sorry," said Pietro, glancing at his watch. "I gotta go."
Kelly was taken completely by surprise, a situation which really shouldn't have been happening to him any more. "What?"
"I have to go now," Pietro repeated. "I have to steal some test answers from the history office before Mrs. Hawkins gets back from watching the in-school suspension kids."
Principal Kelly was struck dumb as his charge calmly exited the office.
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Tabitha sat and put her feet up on the principal's desk.
"Get your feet off my desk," Kelly growled.
She put her feet on the floor and shifted her position, putting her head in her hands and resting her elbows on the desk instead.
Kelly gave up on the posture issue and moved ahead to the more important problems.
"Miss Smith," he said heavily, "did you, or did you not, blow up a drinking fountain this morning?"
"Yes," Tabitha answered.
"Yes what?" Kelly prompted.
"Yes, I blew up your stupid drinking fountain," she clarified.
"And what did you hope to achieve by this?" the principal pressed.
Tabitha rolled her eyes. "World peace," she stated.
"Now, really!" Kelly said loudly, growing very agitated. "What was the meaning of this explosion?"
"It means Pietro told me to blow up the fountain, and I did," Tabitha explained patiently.
There was a knock at the door, and the secretary peeked in. "Plumber's bill," she said, holding up a very long piece of paper.
Kelly waved Tabitha out of his office and took two aspirins.
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Kurt was studiously attempting to copy a printed exercise into a word processing document when he was interrupted by a cry of "Mr. Wagner!"
He looked up to find Mr. Sims hovering over him. "Mr. Wagner," the teacher said again, "would you *kindly* touch-type like the rest of us? Why *do* you insist on permanently displaying the Vulcan symbol like some crazed Star Trek fan?"
Kurt wasn't sure what Star Trek was, but he understood the point of the lecture. "It's, er, stuck-finger syndrome," he explained. "My hands don't move right."
"Really." Mr. Sims moved to investigate the validity of this statement.
Kurt jerked his hands away. "I also have, um, issues with personal space," he said quickly.
Mr. Sims moved away, and made a mental note to check both of these things with the health office.
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While the teacher was distracted by Kurt's complete lack of typing skills, Pietro took the opportunity to sneak onto the Internet. A box immediately appeared on his screen.
You have received a message from PopularGal. Do you want to accept it? Yes/No
Pietro slid his mouse across and clicked the 'Yes' button.
PopularGal: Pietro?
RunningArt: Yeah, who's this?
PopularGal: Amy
RunningArt: What's up?
PopularGal: r u in any classes with Kurt?
RunningArt: You're in luck, I am right now. Why?
PopularGal: I think there's something weird about him.
'News flash!" Pietro thought sarcastically.
RunningArt: What do you mean?
PopularGal: I think he's hiding something
RunningArt: Like what?
PopularGal: Can u keep a secret for a little while?
RunningArt: Yeah.
RunningArt: What have you got?
PopularGal: Wow, u type fast
RunningArt: I know.
PopularGal: OK...I think Kurt is the real Blue Demon
RunningArt: Why do you think that?
PopularGal: I have a picture of a bunch of his friends
PopularGal: but he's not in it
PopularGal: but the demon is
RunningArt: Wow.
PopularGal: What do u think?
RunningArt: I'm convinced.
PopularGal: I need more proof though
RunningArt: No problem.
RunningArt: Leave it to me.
Pietro thought it was great fun to leave people hanging. He logged off before Amy could reply.
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A/N: Hey reviewers, what should I write next? I'm thinking about (A), a Kurt history, (B), a Kurtty sort of thing, or (C), an OC party. Click the big blue button to vote now.
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On Monday mornings, any excuse to delay going to class was a valid one. 'Too bad the teachers don't know that rule,' Evan thought as he leaned over the water fountain.
Down the hall, Pietro was having a hushed argument with Tabitha.
"Do it!" he insisted.
"What's in it for me?" Tabitha crossed her arms.
"You're impossible!" Pietro threw up his hands.
"Get me the answer sheet for tomorrow's history test," Tabitha demanded.
"Deal."
Tabitha rubbed her hands together and passed the resulting energy bomb to Pietro. "Run," she said simply.
"Don't have to tell me twice!" he answered as he took off.
**********
Evan wondered if there was a world record for longest drink from a water fountain. He was probably setting a new one. As the hallway emptied around him, he felt a slight breeze. Something small and bright caught his eye.
There was an explosion.
Evan got hit in the head with the metal sink. When he recovered, he found himself sitting in a puddle of rapidly rising water. A crumpled piece of paper was stuffed in his fist.
He unfolded it. "Explosions By Pietro," it read. "It was my explosion, you jerk," declared a smaller scrawl in the corner.
"Care to explain?" said a voice above him. Evan looked up into the face of an exasperated Principal Kelly.
"I didn't do it!" he said quickly.
"Really," sighed the principal. Evan gave him the note.
Kelly scanned over the sloppy handwriting. Explosions. Demons, monsters, earthquakes, and now explosions. He really needed a new job.
**********
Pietro sauntered into the principal's office. He was used to being summoned by the PA system. Nothing to worry about.
He made himself comfortable in the chair opposite the desk. Kelly threw a wadded-up scrap of paper at him.
Pietro smoothed it out and recognized it instantly. "Ah," he nodded. "How came you to be in possession of my business card?"
"Daniels," Kelly said shortly.
"Wonderful!" Pietro sat up. "He liked my work so much he referred me to his friends!"
"So you admit to this?" Kelly rubbed his forehead.
"Admit to what?" Pietro defended with the I-don't-know-anything technique.
"Blowing up a drinking fountain," Kelly sighed. "Did you do it?"
Pietro pondered some technically-true answers. "I may have assisted with the job," was the response he finally settled on.
"Did you have, er, a business partner?" Kelly hoped to get answers by playing along.
"Indeed!" Pietro looked proud of himself.
"Who?"
"Miss Tabitha Smith, demolition expert," he answered with an air of introducing a very important person.
"And-"
"Sorry," said Pietro, glancing at his watch. "I gotta go."
Kelly was taken completely by surprise, a situation which really shouldn't have been happening to him any more. "What?"
"I have to go now," Pietro repeated. "I have to steal some test answers from the history office before Mrs. Hawkins gets back from watching the in-school suspension kids."
Principal Kelly was struck dumb as his charge calmly exited the office.
**********
Tabitha sat and put her feet up on the principal's desk.
"Get your feet off my desk," Kelly growled.
She put her feet on the floor and shifted her position, putting her head in her hands and resting her elbows on the desk instead.
Kelly gave up on the posture issue and moved ahead to the more important problems.
"Miss Smith," he said heavily, "did you, or did you not, blow up a drinking fountain this morning?"
"Yes," Tabitha answered.
"Yes what?" Kelly prompted.
"Yes, I blew up your stupid drinking fountain," she clarified.
"And what did you hope to achieve by this?" the principal pressed.
Tabitha rolled her eyes. "World peace," she stated.
"Now, really!" Kelly said loudly, growing very agitated. "What was the meaning of this explosion?"
"It means Pietro told me to blow up the fountain, and I did," Tabitha explained patiently.
There was a knock at the door, and the secretary peeked in. "Plumber's bill," she said, holding up a very long piece of paper.
Kelly waved Tabitha out of his office and took two aspirins.
**********
Kurt was studiously attempting to copy a printed exercise into a word processing document when he was interrupted by a cry of "Mr. Wagner!"
He looked up to find Mr. Sims hovering over him. "Mr. Wagner," the teacher said again, "would you *kindly* touch-type like the rest of us? Why *do* you insist on permanently displaying the Vulcan symbol like some crazed Star Trek fan?"
Kurt wasn't sure what Star Trek was, but he understood the point of the lecture. "It's, er, stuck-finger syndrome," he explained. "My hands don't move right."
"Really." Mr. Sims moved to investigate the validity of this statement.
Kurt jerked his hands away. "I also have, um, issues with personal space," he said quickly.
Mr. Sims moved away, and made a mental note to check both of these things with the health office.
**********
While the teacher was distracted by Kurt's complete lack of typing skills, Pietro took the opportunity to sneak onto the Internet. A box immediately appeared on his screen.
You have received a message from PopularGal. Do you want to accept it? Yes/No
Pietro slid his mouse across and clicked the 'Yes' button.
PopularGal: Pietro?
RunningArt: Yeah, who's this?
PopularGal: Amy
RunningArt: What's up?
PopularGal: r u in any classes with Kurt?
RunningArt: You're in luck, I am right now. Why?
PopularGal: I think there's something weird about him.
'News flash!" Pietro thought sarcastically.
RunningArt: What do you mean?
PopularGal: I think he's hiding something
RunningArt: Like what?
PopularGal: Can u keep a secret for a little while?
RunningArt: Yeah.
RunningArt: What have you got?
PopularGal: Wow, u type fast
RunningArt: I know.
PopularGal: OK...I think Kurt is the real Blue Demon
RunningArt: Why do you think that?
PopularGal: I have a picture of a bunch of his friends
PopularGal: but he's not in it
PopularGal: but the demon is
RunningArt: Wow.
PopularGal: What do u think?
RunningArt: I'm convinced.
PopularGal: I need more proof though
RunningArt: No problem.
RunningArt: Leave it to me.
Pietro thought it was great fun to leave people hanging. He logged off before Amy could reply.
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A/N: Hey reviewers, what should I write next? I'm thinking about (A), a Kurt history, (B), a Kurtty sort of thing, or (C), an OC party. Click the big blue button to vote now.