Disclaimer: I wish I owned the whole Scooby gang, but sadly I don't and I can't! &#!!!!
Dylan, Velma and the class nerd rode in a cab, the nerd sitting in the front seat and Velma and Dylan in the back. The nerd kept on whirling back his head, staring back and forth at Velma.
"I-I-I-it's a great honor to meet you personally, Ms. Dinkley!" He stuttered, drool smothering his mouth.
"Y-y-yes…it's nice to…uh meet you too…" Velma tried to be polite. "Is…he alright?" Velma asked Dylan. Dylan shook her head in annoyance towards the nerd boy.
"He's always like that by the mere mention of your name." Dylan said crisply. "I was expecting him to have a heart attack right now, but…" Her voice then faded into silence. Velma was now even more intimidated. The kid was regular bad girl. She just kept herself calm, replaying what Daphne said to her earlier.
"Success lies in the cooperation of the mentor and student…" She recited. "(Oh, but damn it! Why do I have to get stuck with this potty-mouth punk!?)" She looked at Dylan who was staring out of the window. Dylan sensed that she is being watched. She turned to Velma.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked. Dylan checked on the way she sat, checked her shirt for stains and frequently smoothed her unruly hair. Velma knew that the girl was trying too hard to make a good impression. She put a hand over one of Dylan's and said,
"Please. There is no need for formalities." The girl in orange said. "Just…be calm." Dylan put down her hands and nodded. Velma smiled and leaned back. But out of the blue, Dylan suddenly spoke.
"I could sense intimidation." She whispered. Velma looked at her, startled. Dylan was speaking like she was in a trance.
"Excuse me?"
"Why are you afraid of me?" Dylan continued, not even making eye contact with her mentor. Velma made no answer. She was sweating heavily now. The girl in black was speaking the truth.
"…I…I..I am not." Velma was under pressure. Dylan turned her attention to her mentor, her deep gray eyes empty.
She muttered in a hollow voice, "Please don't be afraid of me. I have no intention of harming you." Velma was now freaking out at this point. She let out a small peep of a "yes", just to shut up her student. The taxi rolled up in front of the Mystery Inc. headquarters. The nerdy kid went out of the taxi and waved goodbye to Velma.
"Thank you, Ms. Dinkley! I am your biggest fan!" The nerdy kid snorted. The girl with glasses could only smile. Then the taxi started to run again. This time it was only Dylan and Velma now. And now the mentor is about to pass out.
"…So, I saw your record." Velma thought of an icebreaker. "I saw that you are an honor student since Kindergarten and you don't have any offenses." Dylan didn't look like the type of girl who was a goody-two-shoes. She looked more like a rule-breaking punk girl.
"Yeah. The limelight is good and all, but I never really thought of myself as…good." Dylan confessed. "I mean, look at me. I dress in black, I'm a fan of monsters and ghouls…"
"Great things are usually wrapped in unique packages, Dylan." Velma lectured the girl. "You may have a promising future."
"…The keyword there is 'may' and not 'do'." Dylan said in a sad voice. "The only career I may have in life is a khan artist." Velma was saddened that the girl was putting herself down a lot.
"Look, I think- no- I know you're brilliant and-"
"Look, I never asked you to become my mentor, so if you don't mind, JUST LAY OFF!!!" Dylan said in a very irritated tone. She wasn't shouting at Velma, but the heat was really there. Dylan turned her back on her mentor rudely. Velma was offended, but at the same time, frightened.
It was then that Velma realized that she was handling a poisonous radioactive bomb waiting to explode…