Disclaimer: I own none of the cartoons used within.
For some reason, I've decided to spell some things out for you right now instead of leaving it vague, foreshawdowish, and annoying like I normally would like. Technically, you see someone from Eddy's past today. You'll get bits of that in future chapters until I decide it's time for it to take the spotlight. Oh wait... that was totally vague, foreshadowish, and annoying. Sorry! Anyways, I'll bet you... I dunno... I'll bet you a chapter preview that you can't figure out who I've made Eddy's brother until I formally introduce him.
I enjoy writing for Double D.
I don't like the first scene... or the last one... look at how many times the POV changes... ooogh.
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MIYAZAKI HIGH SCHOOL
Room 2-115
Friday, October 11th
11:10 A.M.
Double D padded across the half-empty classroom. With his usual care, he placed his backpack on the ground. He had noticed that recently many kids including Eddy were using messenger bags, but those were known to cause shoulder problems, which Double D already had, so he figured he wouldn't want to add to it. Though it wouldn't hurt to follow some trends… it may make him seem just a little less nerdy. But Double D figured it was futile at this point.
His seat was on the far left of the front row, which (despite what you may think) was not a seat he picked, though front row was preferable for him. It was also next to the window, not that Double D ever made use of it.
"Hi, Double D!" Chiyo sat two seats behind him. She was standing to greet him.
"Hello, Chiyo," He forced a smile but honestly, he wasn't in the mood for this kind of thing. We don't know how horribly this plan could fail. We could get caught, and then it would go on our transcripts. I haven't even been heavily involved. Yet I'm branded. Or I suppose it could go well.
Chiyo nudged him with her puny elbow. "Have a good class!" She winked and gave an even wider grin, clearly taking childish enjoyment out of being in on the joke. She and her pigtails bounced back to their seat. Double D didn't think much about cuteness, but figured Chiyo was the cutest person he was familiar with.
Double D sat his shaky self down, just in time to see Cindy Vortex confidently stride in, head held high, lest the blondeness of that impossibly puffed out ponytail fool anyone into thinking she is not in the top five percent of any given class of hers. Double D had never thought much of Cindy before, but now that he dwelled on her and every scene of his life in which she had been involved, he supposed she was rather irritating.
The tardy bell chimed and the teacher requested their essays be passed up. Double D and Chiyo didn't miss a beat before getting theirs out. They exchanged one more glance before turning around to watch the prank unfold.
Cindy, looking none the wiser, opened up her satchel, only for a heap of shredded paper to fall out. She gaped, which turned angry in a hurry. She searched through her satchel with reckless abandon, causing more to paper to fall and collect on the floor. It was beginning to get people's attention. Cindy made a string of indignant noises. Someone snickered.
Chiyo desperately held in her giggles, failing adorably. Double D looked from her to Cindy, who whined incoherently. Double D felt a smile tug at his face and a warmth tug at his insides. He wasn't sure about Eddy's plans for the long term, but they might provide some righteous entertainment for now.
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MIYAZAKI HIGH SCHOOL
Courtyard
Friday, October 11th
12:05 P.M.
It's too bright for high school… or October, for that matter. I thought October was autumn, not summer or whatever. I figure I should walk slowly; now that our lunch group has expanded like a tumor or something, somebody may want to try to get my attention. Hm… I wonder if Mom'll get pissed that I'm dragging my blazer all over the cement. Eddy, this costs money, or something, I'm not made of money, bla bla, cliche' motherly rantbla. I wonder why they call it a courtYARD. Hey, that asshole just tripped on my blazer! And swore! "HEY, WATCH IT!" That'll teach him, if he doesn't come and beat me up or something. Huh. He should watch where he's going. But I guess he shouldn't be thinking that people drag their clothes around. Maybe I shouldn't blame him... Too late, I already yelled at him.
Holy crap.
Would I like myself if I were someone else?
Huh.
Oh, think about that later, beeping phone equals message! Someone wants to send me one, wonder if it's a girl-!
555-1666: Answer ur phon
…Ugh…! Him…! Ha ha. Ha. Yeah. I'll answer my "phon", when I find out what that is. Or when you learn to text like a normal human being, whichever comes first. Tonto.
"Eddy!" Sounds like a nerd's voice! Double D? Oh, no, it's… I vaguely know him maybe but I don't think so nope never mind. He's blonde. I don't know many blondes, they tend to be more popular, don't they? Wait, big ears, nothing particularly attractive about him, false alarm.
"Hey, you had that ad in the comic book store?"
"Maybe."
"Because I'm interested."
"Then yes… what's your name?"
"I'm Ron. Ron Stoppable."
"That's one hell of a last name!" I took out my trusty-rusty Post-it-pad.
"Yeah, yeah, heard it before."
He looked kinda stressed. Poor soul needed a little guidance and pranking. "So how may we be of service?"
"Well… there's this asshole…" He paused and ran his hand through his hair. I think he was trying to figure out how to say it. I could've been mean to him but I didn't really want to lose a customer. Customer equals cash. He said, "My best friend, she was totally screwed over by this jock she dated for a while. He posted naked pictures of her. In the school." His voice lowered when he said that. He looked disgusted.
"What an asshole," Damn I'm good at this! OH, wait a second… "Hey, was that… just a week or so ago?"
"Yes. Anyway, I'll give you his name and when he practices."
"And what will you be ordering today?"
"I don't know. I'm sorry, I got really upset, I didn't have a chance to look at your menu. What's on it?"
"Well…." I didn't think I would have to have it memorized yet. Maybe it's in my… pocket… "Uh, what kind of thing are you interested in? Like, something bad or-"
"Yeah, something bad! Something really bad!"
"Oh! Then we have just the thing!" I remember this one. It's one of my favorites. They're all my favorites, though. "Do you like Mexican food?"
"I love Mexican food!"
"Then we have a nice Seven Layer Dip for you! It has-"
"Listen, I can't stay, I don't know what it is, but make it happen, alright?"
He seemed guilty. Must've been new to this whole rebelling thing. "Sure, sure. That'll be thirty dollars. Need half up front."
"Sure, sure."
Caaaaaaash… "Thank you. We'll contact you afterwards with a full report. And a video URL of the whole thing."
This made him really happy, but his smile faltered a bit. "Whoa. Wow! Thanks." He walked away.
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MIYAZAKI HIGH SCHOOL
Room 4-210
Friday, October 11th
12:15 P.M.
"I don't think we're allowed to be in a classroom unsupervised!" Chiyo squeaked.
"Pshaw. It's unsupervised half the time." Eddy replied. He threw his blazer on Kakashi's desk and slouched in his teacher's wheelie chair, making himself perfectly comfortable.
"This room isn't very private," Tomo said.
"That's what you get when you share a classroom with a bunch of tightly-pantsed skaters."
"We can totally hear you," Kud said. He and his group were only sitting two rows from the teacher's desk, under a thick, black, lab table. Yes, they were sitting under the table. Do you have a problem with that?
"I totally realize that," Eddy put his feet up on an attendance book.
"We should make them leave!" Tomo balled up her hands into fists.
"We can still totally hear y-"
"No, let's just get our own special headquarters!" Kagura said, jumping over to where Tomo was standing next to Eddy.
Osaka stood straight off to the side. "We should use the little grassy area in the middle of the bus loop. That means it's in the middle of where all the busses come and go."
Double D looked worried. "It's high traffic around there in the morning and around dismissal time."
Yomi added, "And even when that isn't the case, we're not allowed there."
"Yeah, but see, the high traffic is why we should go there!" Osaka conveniently ignored Yomi's comment. "It's like a moat. But with busses."
Double D reiterated, "But it's unsafe. We would have to go in and out of the loop as well."
Osaka paused in thought, but neither emotion nor recognition appeared on her face. "Maybe we should… build a tunnel! Then it will be really secret!"
"Except for the fact that we're entirely visible," Yomi said.
"Not when the busses are there!"
"There are people on the buses!"
"There are cockroaches on mine!!" Ed happily stated.
Sakaki had chosen a seat at a desk a ways away. She muttered, "I hate cockroaches."
Eddy's phone rang, and he was more than happy to pick it up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, hi, I saw your ad in Vasquez Plaza."
"Hang on one second," Eddy took the phone away from his mouth, looked at Ed and Double D, and pointed to the phone wildly, mouthing "Another customer ohmygod we're gonna be rich!!" Then he put it back to his mouth. "Really? And you're interested?"
"My name is Rogue. I'd like one order of Chef's Special." Eddy could tell by her tone that she was one of those people who always seemed a little pissed off. She also had a very slight Southern accent. "Do you know Scott Summers and Jean Grey?"
"Yeah, I do, they're only like, the prettiest couple in the school…" Eddy made his voice high and feminine for 'prettiest'. "And by that I mean, yeah, I know who they are, but no, I don't know them personally because honestly I'm not far up on the totem pole." He paused, then snorted with laughter. "Why, you want to ruin their lives like everyone else who aren't Scott and Jean?"
Rogue huffed. "Aren't you supposed to be asking me questions about my order?! Remember that little detail? How I'm a customer?"
"Have you given any thought as to what type of meat you'll be wanting in your salad?"
"What?"
"It's a restaurant theme, girl…" He turned away from the other people and lowered his voice. "I mean, do you know what rumor you want me to spread?"
"A pregnancy rumor."
Eddy whistled. "That is some high fat meat! Pretty damn rich! Are you sure?"
"Everything in moderation."
"You're catching on!" She totally wasn't, but she was ready to pay. "Good! That'll be fifteen dollars. Half up front. Half after the food is ready to eat."
"I'll see you after school at the post office."
"Awesome, great choice, that's where the junkies hang out."
"Whatever."
"Thank you for doing business with us." He hung up and smiled at Tomo. "Partner, we're on fire!"
"Did you just call me partner? Like in a Western?!" Tomo was grinning from ear to ear and her hands were balled up in excited fists.
Ed laughed. "RIDE 'EM IN, RAWHIDE!" He giggled. "You need a Indian guy to ride with you, Eddy. TONTO!"
Eddy's smile briefly turned into a scowl. "Ew, don't talk about Tonto."
"If you don't mind my asking…" Sage walked up to Eddy with his sandwich in one hand. "What the fuck have you been talking about for the past… whole lunch hour?"
"Obviously, I was talking about FOOD!" Eddy patted him on the head (even though Eddy was quite short). "Silly emo! Emos don't want to hear about food!" Then he laughed fake-heartily with Tomo and Ed (both of whom probably didn't get the joke).
"But I am eating something. I'm eating a sandwich. Hello? Stop laughing at me. I'm totally eating." He paused, but they didn't stop laughing. "You're going to have to listen to people if you want to learn how to spread rumors, you know…"