Monday...
SNOW POV:
"BACON!" I yelled with a mouth full of bacon. My mom started to open her mouth. So of course, I had to stop the problem before it happened.
"Gotta go to school, stuff to unlearn and people to ignore," I smiled quickly and gave Steven a hug before running out the door.
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I walked up to the school just as Iggy walked out. We spotted each other at the same time.
"IGNACIOUS!" I yelled, just as he yelled "SNOWFLAKE!"
I gaped at him. "Don't fucking call me Snowflake. Ever."
He did one of his signature half smile/half smirk things. "Don't call me Ignacious."
"But it's a great name!" I pouted, and he rolled his eyes.
"I have to ask you something!" He blurted out as I raised an eyebrow. He sounded... panicked yet excited. Weird combination.
"All right," I replied just as a high pitched voice broke out.
"KATE!" A girl I didn't know ran right up to me. She was average height, long blonde hair. She didn't stand out very much, wearing a little makeup but not too much, and she was kind of pretty.
"Umm... hi?" I weakly offered, and she immediately shook it off without batting an eye.
"I'm...Brigid, John's girlfriend," she smiled as Iggy and I gaped.
"He has a girlfriend?!" We exclaimed at the same time. She rolled her eyes.
"No freaking duh. His "friends" are ladies's men, so they make him join in. Trust me, it's the last thing he wants to be doing," she shuddered a little.
"Baby, you're telling me that you honestly don't want to fuck this?"
I involuntarily shuddered thinking about what that asshole had said to me.
"What do you want, anyway?" Iggy sounded kind of rude, and Brigid frowned.
"Well, Kate-"
"Snow," Iggy and I automatically corrected at the same time. He looked at me, turning his head ever so slightly and I winked.
"Snow? Anyway, so John and I wanted to invite Kate to this party we're having this weekend," Brigid explained, still getting my name wrong.
"I'll consider it when you call me Snow," I replied, rolling my eyes, and grabbed Iggy's hand before walking away.
"Is it because you're dating that poor loser? He's gay, you know!" Brigid yelled in frustration. I barely noticed Iggy blushing out of the corner of my eye as I saw red.
"Bitch says what?" I asked as coldly as I could in a soft voice, releasing Iggy's hand.
"What?" She replied with a question, trying to sound menacing but miserably failing.
"I'm not coming to your stupid fucking party," I continued, taking a step towards the girl. She took a step back. "I may be rich, but I'm not a stuck up bitch like you people, and I'm not coming to your dumbass party just so you can brag that "the Kate Heartfilia" came to your party!"
"But... but.." her eyes filled with tears, making her mascara run. Luckily, she wasn't wearing TOO much.
"Run bitch, run," I commanded softly, and she sniffed before turning and quickly running off. But before saying one last sentence.
"I'm telling John what you did! And he's going to destroy your little gay boyfriend!"
IGGY POV:
She had to say boyfriend, my god... I knew I was blushing but I couldn't stop myself. Then something suddenly occurred to me.
"John's gonna beat me up?" I questioned Snow. She nodded slightly.
"Well, apparently," she replied matter-of-factly and I groaned.
"Snow, mind kicking their asses again?" I asked, and she smiled slightly.
"I was born ready," she replied, and I smirked.
"So, anyway... what did you want to tell me?" She asked and I blushed red again.
"Um... not important... what did you want to tell me?" I stuttered a question. She looked confused.
"I never meant to tell you anything... well, have you listened to Girl's Generation?" She asked suddenly, and something in my brain clicked.
"That song on my recommended list? Dancing Queen? In some foreign language?" I asked, and her face brightened as she nodded.
"Yeah, them! And they sing in Japanese, Korean, and throw some broken up English in there," She explained.
"When did you get my I-pod?" I asked, and she smirked.
"During lunch, when you were talking with Ella," she replied, and I blushed without trying to. DAMN IT, I KEEP BLUSHING!
"Why?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"They were sticking out of your pocket. So I grabbed them and listened to Gee, and Run Devil Run," she explained yet again.
"Fine," I really wanted to change the topic.
"SNOW! IGGY!" A familiar girl ran towards us, her face red and her eyes streaked with tears. Luckily, she was smart, and wore waterproof mascara so it didn't run down her face.
"Nudge? What's wrong?!" Snow asked in concern, as Nudge basically threw herself at Snow, and Snow wrapped her in a tight hug. I shrugged, not knowing what to do.
"It's... Gazzy..." she sniffled, and our eyes widened.
"What about Gazzy?" I asked gently.
"Sloan... tried to kiss me, and Gazzy... punched him in the face. The teacher tried...to break up the fight, but... Sloan punched HIM in the face... all the students ran and I did, too... please help him! Sloan's a lot bigger than Gazzy!" Nudge spit out, her eyes wide.
"Where's your homeroom?" Snow asked.
"11-5. Room 211," Nudge replied tearfully and Snow nodded.
"Iggles. Come on," she nodded at me, and we both started running to room 211, leaving Nudge behind.
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NUDGE POV: (GOING TO THE PAST)
I walked into homeroom with a smile as I saw Gazzy getting there early for once. I raised my hand to wave at him, and he smiled back.
As I stared to walk, a taller, more muscular person stopped me.
"Hey babe," the person smirked.
"Sloan, please, not now..." I mumbled quietly.
"Then when?" He spat and I stayed silent.
He grabbed my face, about to kiss me, when something, no, someone, knocked him back. With a punch to the face.
"Fuck," he muttered in pain, as his nose started bleeding.
"Leave her alone, you asshole," the person behind me said. I turned in surprise to see Gazzy.
"Gazzy, you just punched him, you could get in trouble, why would you do that?! Gazzy, this is my fault, well I don't know, but still! GAZZY! " I practically yelled.
"Shut up, bitch!" Sloan roared at me, and I cringed. Gazzy's eyes turned dark and fiery.
"Don't ever call my best friend a bitch. Or tell her to shut up. Because then you'll be messing with me. And I don't think you really want to do that," Gazzy threatened in a low voice.
Sloan smirked, and punched my best friend in the stomach.
"Sloan, stop it!" I yelled angrily, but he just pushed me to the ground with no effort. Anger built up inside me, anger that I was weaker than that ASSHOLE.
"WE'RE THROUGH!" I screamed from my position on the ground.
Sloan looked shocked, just as our homeroom teacher, Mr. Mayberry, came in.
"What is the meaning of this?!" He exclaimed in shock, seeing Sloan with a bloody nose, and Gazzy and I laying on the ground.
Sloan looked furious. "What we're doing is none of your business!" And he punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.
The rest of the students stared at Sloan in fear, and awe.
"You could get expelled for that," Gazzy sounded calm, yet the anger he felt was clearly written on his face. He stood up easily, having regained his breath.
"FUCK YOU!" Sloan yelled, and aimed a punched at Gazzy's head. Which he dodged.
And countered with a kick to the balls. Terrible, but effective.
"STOP FIGHTING!" I yelled, and Sloan glared at me, then turned to the class.
"EVERYONE, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" He screamed, and people ran for the exit. I jumped to my feet, thinking of who I would get; another teacher wouldn't really work, maybe Max, and Fang, or Snow and Iggy?
"NOT YOU, BITCH!" Sloan yelled, but I ignored him.
"Nudge, I love you..." I swear saw Gazzy's lips move, and was shocked. I quickly dismissed it as just my imagination, he must have mouthed something like "Nudge, just run," or something like that. So I ran.
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SNOW'S POV:
"OIII!" I yelled, attempting to throw the door open dramatically. Unfortunately, the door was left open, so I just looked stupid. The class was empty, except for a tall, tanned guy with a bloody nose and a dark bruise above his right eyebrow, a smaller, light skinned guy with a split lip, and a teacher. On the floor. Unconscious, by the looks of it. Well, shit.
"Who da hell are you..." The taller guy's voice trailed off as he looked me over. I rolled my eyes.
"Gazzy, this is Sloan, Nudge's boyfriend, correct?" I confirmed, and he nodded, spitting some blood out onto Sloan's shoe. He wasn't expecting it, and it hit its mark right on point. Sloan glared at him.
"Heyyyy, babe, I-" Sloan started as I sighed.
"Nudge's boyfriend. Key word boyfriend. Fuck you," I sighed. "No wonder Nudge broke up with you..."
"She never said she broke up with him," Iggy's voice came from behind me. I turned around.
"When did you get here?" I asked. He smiled slightly.
"Like... a second ago," he answered. I rolled my eyes.
"Slowpoke." He full out laughed.
"Listen, I don't know who the fuck you are, but-" Sloan's voice was cut off when I "Snow kicked" him, AKA right in the marbles.
"Fuck!" He yelled in pain, leaning over so his head was at his knees, his hands over his... area.
"That was SO satisfying..." I smirked, turning to Gazzy. Who was hurt...
"Gazzy! Are you okay?" I asked suddenly, running over to him and looking at his face, gently touching his lip with my finger. He winced.
"Yeah... he got me good, though. Stupid long fingernails, practically sliced my lip open," Gazzy growled the last part, glaring at the guy who was still keeled over in pain.
"Guys? Shouldn't we do something about... that?" Iggy suggested, pointing at their teacher, who happened to be unconscious. On the ground.
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IGGY POV:
"Yeah..." They both mattered, stepping away from each other. I quickly grabbed the class phone and it connected me to the office.
"Mr. Mayberry? What is it?" The secretary's voice came over the speakers.
"Actually this is James Griffiths, Mr. Mayberry was knocked unconscious by a crazy student, Sloan Anderson, and I think you should call his parents, and also send up the nurse and some teachers to help restrain Sloan," I answered in a very calm voice.
She was probably shocked, and didn't speak for a few moments.
"All... right. I'll send them up right now, and call his parents, James. Thank you for notifying us," she replied, and I nodded, although she couldn't see it.
"You're welcome," And we both hung up.
"So... they're sending people up?" Questioned Snow, raising an eyebrow. I nodded.
"You...assholes... I'll sue...all of you," Sloan coughed out, slowly raising.
Snow glared at him, her expression turning icy cold. "First of all, why are you out of breath? I kicked you in the balls, not the stomach. Second of all, I'm Kate Heartfilia. Try suing me and you'll be homeless."
My eyes widened, as did Gazzy's. Snow had never used her wealth or family name to her advantage before...
Sloan turned pain. "Ka... Kate Heartfilia? Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"
"Just shut the fuck up," Snow growled, as I continued to stare at her in shock. She frowned, and blushed a little, looking annoyed.
"Mr. Mayberry!" Five teachers and the nurse ran in, seeing the teacher lying on the ground. He groaned as two of them lifted his legs, and two of them lifted his arms, successfully lifting him into the air.
The other teacher walked over to Sloan sternly, with a look of pure rage on her face. I had never been so glad to see Mrs. Janssen.
"Sloan Anderson. Follow me," she said in a soft yet stern voice that sent shivers down my spine.
"Y-Yes Mrs. Janssen," Sloan stuttered as he walked off with her. Snow stuck her tongue out at him at he left, and I couldn't help but laugh at how childish it was.
"Gazzy, isn't it? Let me see your face for a moment," The nurse walked over with a first aid kit, and took out an alcohol swab, dabbing it gently against Gazzy's lips. He hissed in pain, making the nurse frown.
"I'm sorry, rubbing alcohol always burns open wounds," she sighed. "But its good in the long run."
He nodded slightly, but still winced.
"There! Done," the nurse smiled after a few moments. "We can't put a Band-Aid over your lip, but it'll heal naturally so just give it a few days, all right?"
Gassy nodded. "Thank you."
"Well, don't thank me. Its just part of my job," the nurse smiled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have Mr. Mayberry to attend to."
And with that said, she left.
Leaving the three of us in an empty room.
"So... what do we do now?" Snow asked, awkwardly.
I shrugged. "Pizza party?"
"I'll get the drinks, Gazzy gets the food, Iggy provides the coaching," Snow stated. "Everyone, go, go, go!"
Gazzy and Snow whipped out their phones, and started dialing the number of Gennaro's Pizza, while I yelled "DIAL FASTER YOU LAZY SLACKERS, ARE YOU HUNGRY OR ARE YOU HUNGRY?! DO I NEED TO BRING OUT THE BREADSTICKS?!"
That ending totally made sense. :D
Yes, Iggy, Snow, and Gazzy are actually cutting class and getting pizza. Got a problem with it?
Anyway...
I've been gone for so long! LIKE OVER TWO WEEKS LONG! :O
*insert very sincere apology here*
So anyway, I started an "I hate Sloan" club, making him do the stupidest thing ever by attacking a teacher. And of course, I threw a little Nazzy in there because what would high school be without drama, romance, and violence? Seriously, who would actually go?
Question of the Chapter: What couple do you want next? Nazzy has been brought to the table, Fax was already there, so what's next? Angel x Holden, Eggy, Ari x Snow...(only if you guys want)
And did anybody get the very small Fairy Tail reference? (besides Snow's name... because we've been over that)
Please review and everything! Even if your review makes no sense! Because those are my favorites! :D
Fly on,
Kate