Chapter Three: Girls Gone Wild
Word Count: 1,074
Warnings: Some Language, Implied Violent Fight Scenes

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Turns out, Randy was wrong. Very wrong, in fact, because ever since he had talked to Heidi, he had had the absolute worst day ever.
Set aside the snickering that existed everywhere he went, Heidi apparently found it necessary to make him look like a shoob to everyone in the entire school. While he wasn't around to see what she'd done, he certainly saw the aftermath.
"Hey, Randy."
"Hi, Randy!"
"Whatcha doin', Randy?"

He just wanted to find the closest brick wall and permanently connect his forehead to it.
"Just what kind of teenager are you?" Howard grunted, tilting his chair back on two legs. "You're supposed to enjoy the attention."
Randy peered up just to glare at his best friend. He had pretty much made up his mind that Howard was the most unhelpful person on the planet, and nothing Howard did was disproving this in the least bit.
Wobbling a bit before clutching onto his desk, Howard smirked at him,
"If it were me," he told him, "I'd be takin' advantage of all this, buddy."
Randy sat up, which only caused more vague whispering around him.
"Maybe you should start listening when I say I don't care," he grumbled. Howard just made a face and continued to tilt back in his chair.
Randy rolled his eyes,
"You know, you're gonna fall over if you keep doing that," he stated bluntly. Howard ignored him, but quickly flew backwards, crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. Everyone turned back to look at him, including their study hall teacher.

"I meant to do that," Howard gasped out. Randy got up, grabbing his friend's arm and pulling him back up on his feet.
"Sure, you did."
"Oh, wow, Randy, you're so helpful!"
Randy glanced back to see at least four girls behind him, watching with big eyes as he let go of Howard's arm.
"You're so caring!"
"That's so sweet of you!"
Randy tried to interject, but was cut off by the teacher.
"That's enough, ladies!" She bellowed, "Get back to work!"
Randy sighed.
'Well, at least the teachers can be helpful,' he thought, sitting back down.
Howard picked up his chair, sitting back down, only to start tilting it back again.
"If you don't care, why do you keep complaining about everything?" He asked. Randy set his head in his palm,
"I'm not complaining," he muttered. "Who said I was complaining?"
Howard just stared at him, waiting for a real answer.
"I just wanted some help but then everything just went to Hell and I have no idea how to fix it!" He told him, annoyed.
"Well, why don't you just do what you always do when you're stuck?" Howard suggested, "Pull out the Nomicon and let it solve your problems for you?"
Randy groaned,
"First of all, that's not how it works. And second," he looked forward again, "I doubt it has anything to say about getting girls to stop flirting with me for no reason!"
A chorus of giggles behind made Randy cringe as he glared back at Howard, who smirked and said,
"If you would just enjoy it, it wouldn't be a problem."
Randy just let his head hit his desk again.
A rumbling noise caused him to sit up suddenly, glancing around for the source. A muffled roar followed, and that was Randy's cue. It had been a few days, but he darted to the back of the room while the other students rushed to the windows to see what was going on. Just as he pulled out his mask, he felt someone tug on his free hand. It was the blonde girl from a little while ago.
"Hey, Randy, come look—"
"Uhh, actually, I gotta—"
"Yeah, come on," another girl said, "you can stand next to me—"
Randy grimaced, hearing another, much louder roar from outside.
"I seriously don't have time for this," he grumbled, and swiftly ran out to the hall and into the closest bathroom.
Pulling out the mask and putting it on, Randy (finally) got to action.
"Smokebomb!"
It looked like some kind of obnoxious robot. Probably another McFist contraption to deal with.
'Lovely.'
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After taking out the first three, he started to notice the pattern here. Knock one down, and out comes another. This was SO not his day. After about the twentieth one was knocked down and sparking, he turned around, already expecting the next attack, but nothing happened.
"Now, that's what I 'm talking about!" He shouted, glancing back at the pile of destructed robots in front of him.
'Yep, that's right,' he internally bragged, 'I did that!'
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With a grin on his face, Randy met back up with Howard in the hall. They fist-bumped when Howard told him he covered for him when the teacher did a headcount during the robo-battle he was dealing with, and they made their way to their next class. Just one more class until the day was over.
They walked into their History class, another Driscoll period, and took their seats. Hopefully, the lack of girls in this class would keep things at bay and then everything would cool down by tomorrow.
Again, Randy found out the hard way that he was wrong. Very wrong. Apparently, Julie, the blonde girl from study hall, was already dating a jock in his History class. Once he got his buddies to help, let's just say… Howard was still the most unhelpful person in the world.
Once class was finally over, Howard and Randy trudged back to their lockers.
"I don't think I can take this much longer," Randy admitted. It was ridiculous to think otherwise. These stupid girls were getting in the way of his Ninja duties, their accursed boyfriends wanted him dead, and once Heidi found out who wrote the fake love letter, she was going to tell everyone. He refused to hope that things could get any worse, merely in hopes that it won't actually become worse.
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A/N: Before you ask why study hall is in the middle of the school day, just let me note that my high school did this my freshmen year before changing it to the end of the day the next year. I just assume that Norrisville High has issues schedule-wise, and they may not have been addressed just yet.