Chapter 1: Douche-bags and Bitches
So many reasons why students hate Monday. First day to school after the short weekends; getting up early; possibilities of forgetting homework and exams; confused as what to wear to school, yada-yada…
Ace just hated that he had to take out his wallet and got rid of his credit cards and bundle of money, just leaving ten dollars and his ID card. What to wear to school? Phfft, not that anyone cared how he looked. Ace Strife, with pimple packs on each cheek, eyes covered in thick glasses; skinny and everyone at school would just thought at a glance; 'No one would fuck that'.
He was a literal 'ace' of the school for the second grader. He went to school, sit down and didn't talk to anyone, do homework, submit assignment, take tests and go home. BAM, he wouldn't even go up to the stage taking the First Rank Trophy since seventh grade.
Bored, he stared at his brilliant red eyes under his glasses, on the reflection of the bathroom's mirror.
"One and a half more years until you can get out of the fucking school, Ace." He said to his twin in the mirror. "One and a half year for the graduation certificate; then go to college and take father's company. Then finally you can go to the gym and grow some muscles." He nodded to himself and put on his glasses back.
Just the usual Monday Morning Motivation from Ace to himself.
"Yo Ace!" Elliot March cheerfully greeted as the brunet entered the class. "Meh, one day you'll definitely say 'hi' to me." He chuckled and draped his arms to his seat's back.
"Elliot! Who's that?" a junior girl came asking curiously, glancing to Ace who quietly sat down on the second row.
"The school's genius, Ace Strife, duh! Jessica, where were you all this time?" Elliot laughed.
"Oh!" the girl excitedly came running to the brunet's desk. "H-Hello Ace! I heard that you're a genius! Mind teaching me sometimes?" she asked half-heartedly as she actually looked at Ace.
Ignore.
"Hey, want my number? Can I ask yours so I can ask when you're up for private lessons?"
Ignore.
Ace yawned and leaned to his desk, then slowly, started to snore asleep.
The girls who came with Jessica stared at the brunet in disgust as Jessica stomped back to Elliot's group.
"What the hell is wrong with him? I was just trying to be nice! Jerk." She hissed.
"I was going to tell you that he ignores everyone." Elliot chuckled as if that didn't bother him at all. "Don't be so upset, Jess. Hey, I'm gonna meet up with Blood today. You girls wanna come?"
"Aa! Blood Dupre that hot basket player from Treffen High?"
"Omigosh! Take us!"
Ace moved lazily to plug his ears with earphones. Girls are so fucking loud. In stereotypes, probably. Well, these kinds of girls were what Ace had used to see everyday.
He hated them. Ace glanced to the group coldly and secretly. He hated girls; they always want something from him. Just like that Jessica bitch; she only approached him because he's smart.
Ace didn't have a good experience with some girls back in Junior High. He decided to ignore everyone ever since and until now in Senior High.
He reached to his i-phone, planning to choose a song, but then stopped to see the standby screen. It was a picture he found in DeviantArt. Actually the picture was a character's description, but he cropped it to focus into the character. The artist was the same one with the one who wrote a fiction about that character in FictionPress.
He had been PM-ing her for months. Yes, it was a girl, he knew that. He didn't care much since it was the internet. They had been arguing about which Goat Remix was the best; she voted for Skrillex Goat Remix and he chose Katy Perry's Firework.
He unconsciously had been wondering when she'll reply his—
BEEP BEEP
There it is. Swiftly pulling away the standby screen he tapped the e-mail icon.
From: JustAKid
Subject: Best Goat Remix!
Okai, fine. Then I vote for Youtuber's Remixes. Wait, you've seen that one, right?
Answering 'no' in mind, Ace swiftly tapped YouTube and searched for TheFineBros' YouTubers' react playlist. After some while of watching—smiling to himself in the process—he knew what to reply.
Re: Best Goat Remix!
EpicMealTime is an epic goat. Shane Dawson is always maniacal. So you also watch TheFineBros?
"Oooh, why are you smiling? Do you finally have a girlfriend, huh?" Ace quickly used his finger to put his phone to standby mode as he finally noticed that Boris Airay was smugly smiling down at him.
Ignore.
~.X.~
"No, leave me alone. I am not coming to get my Yearbook Pictures taken. No. Nope." Alice Liddell deadpanned impatiently at the black-haired teen in front of her desk.
"Come on, you can wear your LOL Man mask!" Sidney Black scowled.
"That only gets me more attention, dumbass!" Alice yelled again.
A tired sigh came from behind. Blood Dupre rolled his eyes in annoyance as he crossed his arms.
"Who the fuck cares whether she's in the Yearbook or not? Probably have a major problem with her pimples and fat." He scoffed down at her. "Leave the bitch alone, bro. We got the fine ladies on the book. Luckily Alice Liddell knows her place enough to not taint the book with her scrawny looks, right?" he smirked mockingly, patting her shoulder.
"Fuck you." She mumbled and ignored everyone for the rest of the school. To disguise her face, she just pushed her glasses harder and stood.
"Where are you going?" Rose, her seatmate asked.
"Clearing my glasses." She murmured. Actually more like wiping her eyes and cursing the fucking douche bags.
"Oh, thank fucking God, Blood. For summing that up. The reason why I don't want to join Yearbook because no one probably cares if I'm there or not, just like what you said. Besides, are you guys fucking idiots? We still have six months before graduating, for fuck's sake! And yes, I hate my pictures taken 'cause I'm fucking ugly! I'm chubby, my hair looks boring, pimples and fuck, I have a fucked-face, because I am not taking Queen Jenna Marbles' tip on how to trick people into thinking that I'm good looking. Because I'm not a fucking—"
BZZT BZZT
Frantically taking out her cellphone, careful enough not to drop it in the toilet, her eyes softened at the new e-mail and a small smile grew on her face.
"Oh, so he's the guy of the internet too." She grinned and replying his message. "Wonder if he'd play Draw My Things with me…" she hummed and asked his Facebook. After sending it, she got out of the toilet box and glared at her reflection, taking off her glasses.
"Maybe I should try the hairstyle of fuck-faced girls…But I need my bangs to outgrow my face first. Damn it. Being girls is so hard." Gruffly she washed her hands on the sink.
And here is Alice Liddell. Four-eyed, dry-haired dark blonde, a bit chubby on the edges and currently undergoing acne breakouts ever since High School started. Fuck the hormones. She was the average-up kids; not the best, but most kids in her class were idiots. Like Blood Dupre; genetically he was stupid; what kind of parents named their kid 'Blood'? Probably into the S&M stuff too.
"What? Why is my answer different to yours?" Rose whined as she checked her work with Alice's.
Adjusting her glasses, Alice scowled at Rose's work. "No fucking wonder it does; how many is seven plus eight, idiot?"
Rose blinked to her answer and realized she answered nine. "Oh yeah…fifteen! Ehehehe…" she giggled and opened the next page. "What about this one? Teach me!"
"Hey, Al, can I see you work when you're done?" Sidney came with his lazy face.
Alice calmed herself down before answering. "I'm not in a good mood to share anything with Blood Fucking Dupre today."
"What does that have anything to do with me?" Blood scoffed.
"I'm not a fucking idiot. Sidney's gonna let you copy his copy." Alice didn't turn to answer him, waving to Sidney. "Scram, Sid. Fuck off."
Sidney chuckled mockingly. "No wonder no guys wanna fuck you. You're a lesbian."
Alice paused her pencil and she noticed that Rose flinched at this. Stoically, she put down the pencil and glared to Sidney.
"What? So I have to be an airhead who'd suck your dicks to prove that I like boys?"
"Probably. Why not?" Blood smirked. "Oh wait, who'd want to watch an ugly bitch sucking down your cock? Nevermind, Liddell."
The class laughed at this retort. Alice rolled her eyes and pretended to ignore them all, glaring at her textbooks. Rose wouldn't talk to her ever since that.
For fuck's sake, she was straight. She'd hang out with boys if they wouldn't get awkward around her. No boys would hang out around her and of course she had no choice but resort to talking to girls. Since when did awkward leads to lesbian?
"I'm home. And I'm not going back there." Alice deadpanned as she threw her backpack. Her uncle, Julius, peeked from his study.
"Did that boy say something again?"
"He said that I'm a lesbian."
Julius dropped his books. Alice came up to collect them and they sat down in the study, staring at each other with a frown.
"Maybe I'm a prude." Alice sighed, hugging her knees along with the books in her lap. "And I have to suck it. No boys nowadays appreciate a prude, right?"
Julius smiled sadly and put down the rest of his books to move beside his niece, wrapping an arm around her.
"Come on now, Alice. Where's your usual 'who-cares' self? I'm fine you're a prude; that makes me relieved and worry you less about going out." His soothing voice calmed her nerves.
Alice giggled. "That's kind of right. Why do I have to care about people who can't accept me? I'll go into ignore mode—but now the girls flinch at me, Julius!" she was reminded at how Rose flinched away from her that afternoon.
Julius took a deep breath and patted her head. "Just think…You can't move out now because it's only a semester. Keep holding on and…consider that you go to school just to get your graduation certificate and ignore everything and everyone."
"That sounds like what my internet friend is doing." Alice deadpanned. "Don't tell me you've done that too in the past, Julius?"
Her uncle chuckled. "I was home-schooled." He held his hands up.
"Dang, that sounds great." Alice sighed. "I feel better now. Kinda. I'll go and prepare dinner." She stood up, putting down the books and exited the study.
BZZT BZZT
Alice flipped out her phone.
From: BadassKnave
Subject: Best Goat Remix!
I don't have and will never have Facebook. But I saw (stalked) yours. Just figured out that we're in the same town, by the way.
Alice blinked curiously and typed her answer.
Re: Best Goat Remix!
Really? I go to Treffen. You? Hey, I know you hate girls and all…but what if we meet up somewhere?
The girl gasped as she realized what she just sent. Groaning, she rubbed her head. She was just feeling so lonely that her 'socialita-side' woke up to ask that guy to meet up; with chances they could be friends. And talk more about the internet. And play horrorgames.
That couldn't be. He'd probably be pretty grossed out once he saw her; he'd feel awkward, he'd just say no. Besides he hated girls.
BZZT BZZT
Almost slipping out of her hands, Alice glared at the new e-mail icon on the phone's monitor. Frantically opening the e-mail, Alice gaped at the answer.
From: BadassKnave
Subject: Best Goat Remix!
I go to Brighton. Sure. Sun City Public Park tomorrow at six. Yes, we're skipping school.
"What the heck just happen—are you kidding me? I can't skip school—" Alice shut her mouth as Blood's words rang into her ears. Her friends avoiding her. Sidney laughing at her.
Re: Best Goat Remix!
Okai. I'm in. You better be there.
Alice shrugged. She's getting sick of school; skipping once couldn't possibly hurt, right?
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