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Chapter 2: From Bad to Worse
If Timmy Turner thinks he has it bad before lunch, then he has no idea what is coming next. Turning the corner and entering his Algebra 1 class, Timmy sits down next to Tootie, who, instead of shooting a glare at Timmy like he predicted she would, is looking with wide eyes at something on the chalkboard. Timmy turns around and his jaw drops. Instead of seeing an agenda of today's activities like he normal would, he sees something he never wanted to see again. On the chalkboard it reads, "Please welcome, Mr. Crocker." Timmy wants to scream upon seeing it. His old enemy, one he thought he got rid of in elementary school, is back.
Ahhh, can this day get any worse?
Just as Timmy thinks this thought, in walks Timmy's old nemesis himself.
"Hello class. My name is Mr. Crocker. Ms. Biel is going to be out for six to eight weeks. Apparently she fell off her water skis and broke both her legs. Anyways, I will be your substitute until she gets back. Now, according to her lesson plans, you have some homework due, so please pass it up."
Timmy smacks his head. Like usual, instead of doing his homework, he goofed off with Cosmo instead. Seeing a shadow hovering over his head, Timmy looks up, and almost jumps out of his skin at the sight of Mr. Crocker hovering over him.
"Ah, Timmy Turner, my old student. Don't have your homework done I see. I would normally say that the only way you could give me your homework now would be if you got help from your fairy godparents, but after that trip to the Dimmsdale Asylum, I no longer believe in fairies. So to make it up to you for all the trouble I caused you, I'm going to let you give me your homework tomorrow. But for being late, I will be deducting 5 percent off your score."
Timmy looks at Mr. Crocker with narrow eyes. While Mr. Crocker didn't spaz out like he normally does when he talks about fairy godparents, and while he does look sincere in his offer to let bygones be bygones, something tells Timmy that Mr. Crocker isn't being as sincere as he lets on. Nonetheless, to not raise suspicion, Timmy nods his head, and says, "Thanks Mr. Crocker. I appreciate it."
Mr. Crocker nods his head as he heads back to the front of the class. After Mr. Crocker leaves his desk, Timmy breathes a sigh of relief. Tootie looks at Timmy with a weird look on her face. Timmy sees the look on her face and looks down, after Tootie's look turns into a glare. Mr. Crocker silently looks between the two, wondering what is going on. As obsessed with fairies as he was, he has always known about the crush Tootie had on Timmy. So to see Tootie glare at Timmy; it threw Mr. Crocker for a loop. Something major must have had happened for Tootie to be giving Timmy a death glare. Mr. Crocker decides to monitor the two students, to make sure that nothing further bad happens between the two. Mr. Crocker suddenly has an idea. To see what was going on between Timmy and Tootie, he decides to pair them up.
"Okay class, to see where everyone is, I want you to pair up with the person to the right of you, and do the review questions on pages 92 and 95. If you get stuck on a question, ask your partner for help. This assignment will be due at the end of class. You may begin."
Timmy smacks his head again. Of all the people in the room to end up working with, he ends up having to work with Tootie. Normally, Timmy would appreciate the help, because when it comes to math, Timmy is a lost as Cosmo. Furthermore, Tootie is pretty good at the subject.
Probably from doing Vicky's homework back in the day. I just want to go home. I wish this day was over already. I probably could, but time wishes almost never work out in my favor. Besides, if I use magic, Crocker would know that I have fairy godparents. Damn, but why Tootie? All I want to do is be away from her today, and every teacher seems to wants to pair me up with her. Why?
After thinking these thoughts, Timmy begrudgingly moves his desk closer to Tootie's. Tootie continues to shoot him a glare as Timmy silently opens his Algebra book to page 92. After looking at the questions for a few seconds, Timmy groans and slams his head into his book.
Great, here comes another F. Just what I needed today. It's just another reason why this day sucks. Damn you Cosmo, and damn why short attention span. If I just studied last night, I could've probably understood this.
Not looking up from his book, but knowing it from anywhere, he hears Tootie sigh as she scoots her desk even closer to his. He hears her open up her own textbook to page 92.
"Hum, this doesn't look so bad" says Tootie.
Mumbling from inside his book, Timmy says, "Speak for yourself."
Tootie turns towards Timmy and says, "Well, if you'd bother to study every once in a while you'd understand this."
Finally lifting his head from his book, Timmy says, "I get it, I have no intelligence and poor study habits. Can we move on please? Look, it's clear that you don't like me right now, and you know I don't like you, so why don't you just do your own class work, and leave me alone?"
Tootie looks slightly stunned at Timmy's words. She knew he didn't like her, but couldn't he at least be civil to her? She didn't get a chance to finish her thought and he decides to jump all over her. And didn't he realize that she was giving him a compliment, albeit a backhanded one?
Upset by Timmy's outburst, Tootie looks Timmy directly in the eyes, which she noticed he was trying to avoid doing since he walked into the classroom, and says, "No".
Timmy, who assumed that after his slight outburst that this argument was over, continues to look Tootie in the eyes and asks, "What do you mean no?"
Tootie continues her tirade, tired of both the way Timmy has treated her in the past and continues to treat her, and Timmy laziness, by saying, "You heard me. I said no. You shouldn't just give up because something's hard. What do you expect to do; coasts through life until it get hard? Then what? You just gonna give up? That's a pathetic attitude. And another thing, who do you think you are? I get that you don't like me, but that doesn't mean you have to jump down my throat, especially when all I do is speak the truth. You are intelligent, but you have no desire to apply yourself. In case you didn't realize it, I gave you a backhanded compliment. And by the way, because I know how to control my anger a little better than you, I'll do the civil thing and help you with your work, even if I can't stand the sight of you at the moment."
The class looks stunned. They overheard Tootie's tirade and are surprised that the small girl who everyone either ignored or picked on, could speak with such emotion and conviction, with the exception of Trixie, who while still upset with both of them, is smiling at Tootie finally standing up for herself, of course without having to argue with her to do it. Mr. Crocker looks even more stunned than his class, as he didn't expect Tootie of all people to call Timmy out on all his faults and shortcomings. As for Timmy, he has a mixture of shock, embarrassment, rage, regret and sadness on his face. Knowing that everybody is watching, Timmy says something to Tootie that he never thought he would say again.
"Tootie, I'm sorry."
Tootie scoffs and says, "I'm sure you are. Let's just get to work."
Tootie then turns to the rest of the class and says, "Shows over folks. Get back to work."
Tootie then turns to Mr. Crocker and, still with a miffed look on her face, says, "Thanks."
Mr. Crocker, not sure what to make of this, simply nods his head as the rest of his class gets back to work on their assignment.
"Okay, Timmy, let's work on the basics. Is there anything basic you're having trouble with?" asks Tootie.
Timmy, with a completely neutral face, says, "Isolating variables."
Tootie nods her head and looks at her book. After a few seconds, her eyes light up as she finds the perfect example. She writes down the problem in her notebook then hands it to Timmy.
"Okay, let's go through this problem one step at a time."
Timmy looks at the problem. The problem is X squared minus 2 divided by 7 equals 0.
"Okay, so what's the first thing you should do?" asks Tootie.
Timmy takes a moment to think. It's been a while since he actually did any of his math homework. His mom is always too busy to help; his dad is too obsessed with destroying the Dinkleburgs to help; Cosmo is too stupid to help, and Wanda is too busy raising Poof to help, so Timmy has to do his homework by himself. Learning math in general is hard for Timmy, and now that he's in a class with letters mixed with numbers, he is completely lost. Nevertheless, he thinks for a moment of all the things he did learn. In order to isolate a variable, you have to get the variable by itself on one side and everything else alone on the other. Other than that, Timmy really doesn't know what to do.
"Well, I know that the variable has to be on one side and everything else has to be on the other side, but other than that, I really don't know.
Tootie looks at Timmy with concern. He is right of course; in order to isolate a variable, everything else has to be on the other side. But what concerns Tootie is if he knew that, why doesn't he know how to do that? Granted, this is a step up from basic addition and subtraction, but they have been learning stuff leading up to this for years now. How could Timmy not know how to do this? Tootie decides to ask him later about it; after all, she did offer to help him, and he is waiting for instruction.
Tootie says to Timmy after a moment of thinking, "Oh I see. You are right. In order to isolate the variable, you have to get everything on the other side of the variable. To do that, you have to do the opposite of what it is. For the problem X squared minus 2 divided by 7 equals 0, first you have to add 2 to the other side, making the problem X squared divided by 7 equals 2. Then you have to multiply everything opposite of X by 7, which leave the problem X squared equals 14. To get rid of the square, you would take everything opposite X and square root it. So X would equal the square root of 14. You can probably leave it like that, unless you have a calculator that can do a problem like that."
"Hum, not bad Tootie. That is completely correct."
Tootie and Timmy look up to see Mr. Crocker standing by their desks.
Tootie looks at Mr. Crocker and says, "Thanks" without any real emotion in her voice, which surprises Mr. Crocker and Timmy.
"Tootie, is something wrong?" asks Mr. Crocker.
Timmy waits for Tootie to say something. When she doesn't, Timmy says on her behalf, "I believe she has had a long day and is tired."
Mr. Crocker turns to Timmy and says, "Oh, well, I thought that something might have happened between you two that might have made her upset. My mistake."
Timmy looks down, giving Mr. Crocker the answer he needed without ever speaking it. Mr. Crocker looks between his two students, and seeing that neither one of them look ready to talk, he sighs and walks away. Once he is gone, Tootie and Timmy start to work on the assignment. Thanks to Tootie's brief tutoring, Timmy now understands the work, and both of them work silently for the rest of the class, short of a brief "Thank you" and a question here or there from Timmy concerning small problems. In time, the bell rings, releasing the students from Mr. Crocker's class and into their second-to-last hour. Feeling exhausted already, Timmy decides to sleep through his next class, as their teacher isn't feeling well and gives them a free day. Finally, the last class of the day came. Timmy is feeling rejoiceful, as after this class he can go home (well, after detention that is), and he is dreading his next class, because his next class just happens to be gym class, and his teacher, Mr. Shot, likes to make it boys vs. girls. Timmy takes some comfort in knowing he is not alone in this class; Chester and AJ are also in this class.
Still, with the way this day is going, it's gonna be Chester, AJ, and I vs. Trixie, Tootie, and someone else in a high contact sport.
Timmy's thoughts are not far off. As he was dreading, it did turn out like he predicted. It is Timmy, AJ, Chester, Elmer, and Sanjay vs. Trixie, Tootie, Molly, Veronica, and a girl named Ashley in a game of volleyball.
Great, the most violent sport in gym, excluding dodge ball. Oh well, at least I have the guys on my team. It looks like I'm gonna need them.
So, as the boys are discussing team strategies, which mostly consist of Chester serving first, as he is the best server, and Timmy bouncing it over the net, the girls are debating over who is to serve first. To the bewilderment of Molly and Veronica, Trixie and Tootie are fighting over who is to serve first.
"I think I should serve first" says Trixie.
Tootie rolls her eyes at the request.
Who does she think she is? Just because she's popular and rich, doesn't mean she can get her way all the time. Besides, she's not all that athletic.
"I disagree. I believe I should serve first" says Tootie.
Trixie looks at Tootie.
"Why you?" asks Trixie, in a tone that almost demands an answer.
Tootie balls her hands into fist as she replies, "I should serve first because I'm the fastest and I can hit the ball with accuracy. If I serve first, by the time we have to switch servers, the boys will be buried."
Trixie scoffs as she says, "Someone's a little full of themselves. Who's to say that you can even hit the ball over the net? I'm the tallest here, I should serve first."
Tootie looks at Trixie with fire in her eyes. She says, "So what, the ball can go out of play every serve? I don't think so. I want to win, not lose by default."
Trixie's eyes narrow as she asks, "What's that suppose to mean?"
Tootie's eyes also narrow as she says boldly, "You are not all that athletic. If we let you serve first, were gonna lose by you screwing up."
Trixie exclaims with rage, "How dare you say that? I am too athletic. And prêt…"
"And pretty. Yeah, we got that. The first thousand times you said it. Your beauty is only skin deep. In fact, I think you're shallower than a kiddy pool. And just as rancid too."
Trixie looks ready to level Tootie at this point, but before she can, Molly and Veronica step between them.
"Stop it, both of you!" yells Molly.
"Yeah, you're both acting ridiculous" says Veronica.
Tootie's eyes flash as she says, loudly, "Of course you would think that. You're that skank's best friend."
Before Veronica can defend herself, their teacher says loudly, "That's quite enough girls. Ashley, you're gonna serve first. And the rest of you ladies, begin your game, or you're all getting detention."
Glaring at one another, Trixie and Tootie go to their new spots, the right front corner and the back left corner, separated as far as they could be. Molly goes to the front left corner and Veronica takes the middle. Ashley takes her spot on the back right corner, the server's position.
"Ready to get your butts kicked boys?" asks Ashley as she serves the ball between Chester and Timmy.
Chester bumps the ball towards Timmy, who volleys the ball over the net. Chasing after the ball is Veronica, who bumps it to Tootie, who bumps it to Trixie, who volleys it over the net. Timmy and AJ both run for the ball, but before either one can get to it; it lands on the ground in front of them.
"Yes, point for us!" says Ashley.
"Yep, thanks to me" says Trixie.
"You act like you did it by yourself. We helped to you know!" exclaims Tootie.
Trixie rolls her eyes, and Tootie, after noticing said eye roll, balls her hands into fist again. Before things can escalate, Ashley serves the ball again. This time Sanjay bumps the ball to Timmy, who all but slams the ball into the girl's side, right next to Trixie.
"Yes, we evened it up. Good job, Timmy" says Elmer.
Timmy smiles as Trixie returns the ball to the boys side. Chester serves the ball, and it lands in the same spot as Timmy's did, right next to Trixie.
"Sweet, that another 2 points" says Chester.
As the ball is returned to the boy's side, Tootie and Trixie start going at it, again.
"Nice paying attention! Now their ahead by two points" says Tootie.
Trixie rounds on Tootie and exclaims, "I know that! It's not my fault that the serve was lightning fast. Besides, I didn't see anyone else go for the ball."
Tootie shakes her head and says, "That's because it's not our job to cover you. Besides, it wasn't on our side, it was on yours."
"Guys, pay attention!" says Molly.
Molly's words meet the two girls a second too late. Just as Trixie and Tootie are turning around, the ball slams into the ground again, this time by Tootie.
Trixie looks at Tootie this time and says, "Now look who's not paying attention."
Tootie stares down Trixie and says, "Shut up! If you hadn't screwed up and started arguing with me, I would have hit the ball. Besides, if you paid attention in the first place, and hit the ball the first time, we could have gotten the point and it would be our serve, instead of theirs.
As Tootie and Trixie continue to stare down one another, the ball is served into play yet again. This time, seeing that Tootie and Trixie are too busy arguing to pay attention, Molly runs for the ball, and bumps it up to Ashley, who bumps it to Veronica, who volleys it over the net. Elmer takes the ball this time, and bumps it over to Timmy, who volleys it over the net. Unfortunately, when he volleys it over the net, he has little aim, and thus, as a result, the ball hits Tootie in the head, with a resounding thud. The ball then rolls on the ground. Immediately, Tootie clutches her head. Timmy and the rest of the boys run over to where the girls are, and Timmy runs over to Tootie.
"Tootie, are you alright?"
Tootie looks at Timmy, surprised to see him so close to her.
"Ouch, what happened?"
Timmy blushes as he says, "I volleyed the ball over and it hit you in the head. I'm sorry. Are you gonna be alright?"
Tootie smiles at Timmy's concern, but almost immediately her smile turns into the glare.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Timmy shakes his head franticly and says, "I would never…"
Tootie's glare hardens as she interrupts with, "You would never hurt me. Well, we all know that's a lie."
"But…But…"
Tootie regains her stance and says, "Let's just continue the game."
Timmy looks at her one last time, to make sure that she really wasn't hurt, before he walks over to the other side, the guys quickly following him. Once they get back into their positions, Chester serves the ball again. This time, Tootie meets the ball at the net, and slams the ball down directly onto Timmy's head, causing him to fall backwards, KO'ed. The boys take a step back as the boys and girls gasps. Never in a million years did they expect Tootie to resort to anger and violence like that. Unfortunately for Tootie, the teacher, who was making his rounds to all the games, sees what Tootie did to Timmy.
"Tootie Mcdonald, I never expected anything like that from you."
Tootie looks over at her teacher, in shock about being caught, but not looking remorseful in the least.
"I'm going to be calling your parents, to let them know about this incident. In the meantime, you shall sit out, and as punishment, for the next week, you will be serving an after school and lunch detention."
Tootie looks at her teacher with a dark look before stomping to the changing room. While Tootie is receiving her punishment, the boys are trying to wake up Timmy. Finally, their teacher walks over to where Timmy is. After making sure Timmy is breathing and checking his pulse, he turns to his class, who have stopped playing their games, and says, "I'm gonna take young Timmy to the nurse's office. Continue to play your games. And if anybody causes trouble, you will all do pushups for the entire class period next class. So behave. Chester, AJ…"
He turns to Chester and AJ, who look at their teacher with rapt attention.
"…help me carry Timmy to the nurse's office."
Chester and AJ nod their heads and go to where Timmy is. Their teacher lifts up his legs and Chester and AJ support his head and arms. They slowly make their way out of the room while the class lets them pass before resuming their games. Once Mr. Shot and his students leave the gym, they pass by Mr. Crocker in the hallway. Mr. Shot, Chester, and AJ set Timmy down before Mr. Shot and Mr. Crocker engage in a small conversation.
"Mr. Shot what happened to Timmy?" asks Mr. Crocker.
"He got hit in the head by a volleyball and got KO'ed" replies Mr. Shot.
Mr. Crocker shakes his head.
Tootie must have something to do with this. Maybe whatever she and Timmy were fighting about earlier turned physical.
Shaking his head again, Mr. Crocker asks, "Well, I have no more classes for the day. Can I help at all?"
Mr. Shot nods his head and says, "Can you keep an eye on my class until I get back? Tootie Mcdonald is to sit out the rest of the class, and if the class gets out of line, their gonna do pushups all of next class."
"Sure I can help watch them" says Mr. Crocker.
Mr. Shot nods his head and prepares to walk when he remembers one other thing.
"Oh one more thing. Tootie Mcdonald is to serve detention all week, so don't let her leave."
Mr. Crocker nods his head, and walks away thinking:
So I was right. Tootie and Timmy's fighting must have gotten physical. Man, what did Timmy do to make her so mad?
Seeing Mr. Crocker walk towards the gym, Mr. Shot, Chester, and AJ lift up Timmy once again and walk towards the nurse's office. A few minutes later, the quartet makes it to the nurse's office. AJ holds Timmy as Chester opens the door. All of them walk in carrying Timmy. The nurse, Nurse Sandy, looks up from the magazine she is reading and immediately bolts over to where Mr. Shot, Chester, and AJ set Timmy down on the bed.
Speaking to Mr. Shot, Nurse Sandy asks, "Oh my, what happened?"
Mr. Shot turns to Nurse Sandy and says, "He was playing volleyball when he accidently hit another student in the head. That student is alright, but in retaliation, she spiked the ball onto this young man's head, knocking him out cold. He has a steady pulse and is breathing, but he shows no signs of waking up."
Nurse Sandy nods and checks Timmy's pulse and breathing again, as part of protocol. His pulse is normal and so is his breathing, just like Mr. Shot said. Nurse Sandy then lightly shakes Timmy, and Timmy starts to stir. Nurse Sandy then grabs an icepack and some aspirin as Timmy slowly opens his eyes. Clutching his head, Timmy slowly tries to sit up, but is gently pushed back down. Nurse Sandy hands Timmy the aspirin and icepack, as Timmy asks, "Where am I? What happened?"
Seeing Timmy trying to sit up, again, Nurse Sandy says, "Please continue lying down, after you take the aspirin. It will help for the pain. There should be some water next to you."
Timmy, feeling a migraine headache on the way, quickly takes the aspirin, and lying back down, put the icepack on the part of him that hurts the most.
Mr. Shot answers Timmy's question with one of his own.
"Do you remember anything?"
Timmy, groggily, thinks for a moment. He remembers playing volleyball, accidently hitting Tootie in the head, making sure she was alright, seeing her evil like glare, and then…
Timmy's eyes shoot open as he exclaims, "Tootie hit me with the ball on purpose. I hit her with it by accident, checked to make sure she's was alright, and then she slammed the ball into my head!"
"Well, if it's any consolation, I gave her a week's detention and I'm gonna talk to the principal after school. Due to the zero tolerance policy, she might get a suspension."
Timmy thinks for a moment, and then his eyes dart to his teacher's.
"What about me? I'm not gonna be in trouble am I. I mean, I hit her with the ball as well, but mine was an accident."
Mr. Shot looks at Timmy with sad eyes as he says, "Well, it may have been an accident, but that one isn't up to me to decide, it will be the principal's call. But I saw what happened, so I, along with your friends, can vouch for you."
Timmy nods his head as he says, "I understand."
Timmy then thinks for a moment longer before he jumps up like he was just hit with a lightning bolt.
"Wait, you said you gave Tootie detention for all week right?"
Mr. Shot nods his head.
"This could be a problem. My English teacher gave me a detention today for passing notes, although it wasn't my fault. Tootie and Trixie were passing notes and I simply gave each of them a note telling them to knock it off before they get detention, and after they glared at me, I got a detention for note passing."
Mr. Shot processes this new info and says, "I'll talk to the principal about getting the detention removed from your permanent record. In the meantime, I'll get someone to monitor the situation other than the detention teacher in case things get out of hand."
Timmy nods his head, although he still looks worried. Mr. Shot notices Timmy's uneasiness and says, "Don't worry, you'll be safe. I promise. In the meantime, I better get back to the gym. Don't want to leave class alone for too long. Chester, AJ, you can stay here for the rest of class. Nurse Sandy…"
Nurse Sandy looks at Mr. Shot.
"…Make sure nothing else happens to them."
Nurse Sandy smiles and says, "Don't worry; I won't let anything happen to them."
With that reassurance, Mr. Shot heads out the door and back to the gym. Inside the nurse's office, Timmy is lying down with his eyes closed.
"Timmy, before you can sleep for the rest of the class, I have to make sure that you don't have a concussion.
With a sigh, Timmy opens his eyes, and with the help of Chester and AJ, sits in an upright position.
Nurse Sandy grabs a flashlight, and says to Timmy, "Okay, keep your eyes open."
The flashlight is shone into Timmy's left eye, then his right eye. His pupils narrow as they are suppose to.
"Okay Timmy, now follow my finger using your eyes."
Timmy follows the nurse's finger to the right, then to the left, then back to the right.
"Perfect. As it turns out, you don't have a concussion. You have a headache?"
Timmy replies, "Yeah, a migraine headache. These lights are killing me."
Nurse Sandy nods and says, "I can turn down the lights in here, that's not a problem. The aspirin should kick in in about 15 minutes, and the icepack should help to dull the pain until it does. You may lie back down if you wish."
Timmy nods his head and lies back down, closing his eyes. Chester and AJ take some seats next to the bed, realizing that Timmy needs his rest and doesn't want to talk right now. Nurse Sandy turns down the lights and exits the room, to fulfill other duties. As Timmy is napping, Chester elbows AJ next to him, to get his attention.
"Hey, AJ, can you believe that Tootie leveled Timmy?"
AJ nods his head and says, "Yes and No."
Seeing the confused look Chester is giving him, AJ elaborates.
"From what Timmy told us at lunch, it sounds like he pissed off Tootie and Trixie bad, which would explain why the two girls wouldn't get along. Timmy probably saw that they weren't getting along on the court, so he aimed the ball to hit near them. I don't think Timmy meant to hit Tootie in the head, but when he did, it probably set her off. So I can believe that Tootie would level him, but I don't think it's all Timmy's fault. I think that Timmy was probably fed up with Tootie's antics and wasn't thinking when he told her to back off. But I do believe Timmy probably hurt her deeply, which is why she's so upset."
Chester nods his head at AJ's speech. It does seem possible that Timmy spoke in anger, and that Tootie was hurt deeply by it, but something isn't sitting well with Chester. After a moment to collect his thoughts, Chester speaks again.
"I get that Tootie would be mad, if she was hurt, but why would she level Timmy?"
AJ gives Chester a look, and is about to say something, when Chester holds up his hand as if to say stop.
"Hold on, let me finish. Tootie knows how Timmy feels about her, and she also knows how Timmy feels about Trixie. So it would stand to reason that she would have prepared for the day when this entire love triangle thing collided. It also stands to reason that she can't stand her older sister. So why would she be so hurt about this if she already knew how Timmy felt about her? And why would she turn into a copy of her sister if she can't stand her? Especially since she knows that if she did try something, she would get in trouble, which would only upset her parents and Vicky, leaving her to face even more wrath from her sister, especially if she gets suspended, in which case Vicky would be watching her while we're in school."
AJ thinks for a moment about Chester's good points. Slowly piecing the puzzle together, AJ speaks.
"To the best of my knowledge, while Timmy did say she was creepy before, he never talked to her about why he felt that way, nor did he ever go into so many details before, especially in front of other people before. Tootie probably felt embarrassed and on the spot when he did, so it is only natural that she would defend herself. And nobody knew how strong Timmy's feelings for Trixie were. Hearing that probably broke Tootie's heart. She always had hope that Timmy would return her feelings one day. Now that she knows he's in love with another, she probably lost hope. And all of that with the fact that her and Trixie have been going at it all day, and when Timmy hit her with the ball, as accidental as it may have been, that was probably the straw that broke the camel's back so to say and she snapped. As for her sister, think about it. Vicky, for some reason or another, hates Timmy. If Tootie were to get suspended and forced to spend more time with Vicky, once Tootie tells Vicky what is going on, Vicky might be proud and even a little impressed by her sister's evil act. In fact…"
AJ looks over at Timmy, who is more or less out of it still, and says, "Timmy better watch out. If Tootie does tell Vicky what is going on, he might have to deal with them double teaming him. I don't know how he puts up with Vicky, but I know that he doesn't want to deal with two angry women from the Mcdonald household."
Chester nods his head, thinking the same thing as AJ. If Timmy has to deal with both Tootie and Vicky at the same time, even with the help of his fairy godparents, he would be a dead man. The only reason Chester knows about Timmy's fairies is because after he wished for things back to normal after Norm the genie tricked him, Jorgen forgot to erase his memories, and apparently Norm forgot to erase his memories too. Wither this was an oversight on Norm's part or not Chester would never know.
Man, even with Timmy fairies, it would be hard to stop the team of Vicky and Tootie. If AJ is right, part of the reason Tootie's so mad is because, even if she lost hope that Timmy would ever return her feelings, Tootie still loves Timmy, and if that's true, even his fairy's can't help him, because they can't interfere with true love. Timmy could be walking into his own grave when he goes to detention. I wish you the best of luck my friend.
For the next five minutes, there is silence, as AJ and Chester have run out of things to talk about at the moment and Timmy is napping. The bell rings, signally the end of school.
"Uggh, why couldn't that bell have rung ten minutes from now?" asks Timmy.
Timmy slowly opens his eyes, his head still ringing, and slowly, with the help of AJ and Chester, he gets to a sitting position, and then a standing position. Once they make sure Timmy is stable and capable of standing on his own two feet, Chester and AJ let go of him.
"Thanks guys. I owe you one" says Timmy.
"Well, hold off on any promises until you get of detention" says AJ.
"If you get out of detention. You could be walking into your own grave" says Chester.
Timmy gives Chester a look and a half smile.
"I know. I hope Tootie's calmed down. Otherwise, I could be dead man walking."
All three of them burst out laughing; trying to lighten the mood, but it quickly grows awkward.
"You two are the best friends anyone can have. If this is my last moments on earth, Chester…"
Chester looks at Timmy, with rapt attention.
"You can have my Comics, and my fish. And AJ…"
AJ looks at Timmy in the same way as Chester is.
"…You can have anything else."
The three of them burst out into real laughter, smiles on their faces and all.
After calming down a little, AJ says, "Timmy you'll be fine. Well, I got be getting home. Good luck Timmy."
Chester repeats AJ sentiment and the three of them high five before going their separate ways. Timmy gulps as he heads to the detention room. Through his fogginess of sleep, he overheard bits and pieces of Chester and AJ's conversation. Although he would never admit it to anyone, he has to admit that his friend's have a point. Maybe he did hurt Tootie when he said that she was creepy and stalkerish and kiss obsessed. Maybe he should apologize to her and explain that he said it out of frustration and not anger. Maybe he should also talk to her about why he was feeling that way. Timmy then clutches his head, his entire body writhing in pain.
Then again, maybe she got everything she deserves.
After asking a teacher where the detention room is, Timmy trudges over to Room 316. As Timmy enters the room, he sees Tootie sitting in the front row, on the opposite end of the classroom. He also sees Mr. Crocker and Mrs. Purplepuss by the desk in the front of the room. Timmy smacks his head, but immediately regrets his action, as his head starts pounding even more. His hand touches the wall for balance as he clutches his head. After a few moments, Timmy manages to shake off the pain, and sit at the desk closest to the door. Tootie, who is waiting for detention to officially start and who is looking at sky out the window, turns her attention to the door when she hears a moan of pain. She sees Timmy holding the wall with one hand and clenching his head with the other. She immediately has a pained look on her face, realizing that she is the one who caused his pain. She starts to get up to help him, but suddenly remembers that he doesn't want anything to do with her, and that she was mad at him anyways, so she sits back down. A few moments later, she sees Timmy sit down at the desk closest to the door from the corner of her eyes. About a minute later, the detention bell officially rings. Mr. Crocker takes roll call, as per protocol, which is completely unnecessary as the only ones in detention are Tootie, Timmy, and Francis.
Tootie and Timmy have the same thought at the same time.
Francis in detention? What else is new?
Suddenly Tootie sighs and begins reminiscing.
Man, what happened? It seems like everything is like a nightmare now. Before, I was defending Timmy from Francis and, even if he was fighting him for his own purposes, Timmy defended me from him too. Now, I'm mad at Timmy, he wants nothing to do with me, not that he ever really did, and if something were to happen like that again, I don't think either one of us would defend the other.
Tootie looks at Timmy with sad eyes, which went completely unnoticed by Timmy.
And to think that most of it is my entire fault. Maybe Timmy is right. Maybe I did this to myself. I mean, if I wasn't so obsessed with him, maybe we could have been true friends. And if I hadn't constantly tried to gomp on him, he wouldn't find me so damn creepy. But I was young, I couldn't help myself. Maybe I should just give up on him. Maybe I should tell Trixie she can have him. After all, if you love someone, you have to let them go.
With those thoughts completed, Tootie pulls out her Algebra 1 textbook and her notebook. Because she was helping Timmy most of the class, she couldn't do her homework in it like she usually could. Besides, in detention, you have to do your homework anyways, unless she wants to be cleaning the classroom, so she figured why not?
Besides, my arms hurt from the lunch detention that I had. Man, if I had just paid attention instead of passing notes back and forth, my arms wouldn't feeling like their gonna fall off.
Tootie looks at Timmy as one more thought occurred to her.
Man, it's really unfair that Timmy's here. He wasn't even the one passing notes back and forth, Trixie and I were. He really shouldn't be here. Mad or not, it wasn't his fault. Course, it's his fault that I'm here so maybe it is justice. I mean, if he didn't yell at me this morning, and then hit me with the volleyball, then I wouldn't have retaliated. Even if it did put him out.
Tootie turns back to her Algebra 1 textbook just as Timmy is looking over at her, his own thoughts racing.
Man, why am I feeling guilty? She's the one who put me out with a volleyball. Course, if I hadn't pissed her off this morning, then she probably would have paid attention to the game and moved. Even if she didn't, she still wouldn't have snapped at me. Maybe subconsciously I was aiming for her because she was fighting with the one I love, but consciously, I didn't do it on purpose. I can't help thinking that maybe Chester and AJ are right though. Maybe I did hurt her when I yelled at her. I mean, after hearing me admit that I love Trixie, which still baffles me about how that just slipped out, it couldn't have felt good to have me yell at her. I mean, it's not like Tootie's a horrible person to be around. I mean, she did help me against Francis that one time. She was the only one to believe I could beat him. And, like Wanda said earlier, she did help me go to the soccer championships by being a distraction for Cosmo and Wanda. And her kisses really are nice. Especially after that one Valentine's Day.
Timmy's eyes grow wide as he violently shakes his head. His head responds by feeling like it's gonna explode. Clutching his head for a third or fourth time today, Timmy takes a moment to recover before returning to his thoughts.
Damn that hurt. When are those aspirin gonna kick in? Anyways, where did all those thoughts about Tootie come from? I must be going out of my mind. I'm in love with Trixie, not Tootie. Right? Right! Still, Tootie does have a point. Trixie hasn't been very receptive to my advances over the years. Course Trixie did say that she was waiting for me to return Tootie's love before approaching me. Doesn't that me she would only date me if I was cheating on Tootie? No, even Trixie's not that bad. Wait, not that bad? Where did that come from? She's perfect. I think so anyways. Don't I? Ahhh, this is crazy! I love Trixie not Tootie, dammit!
Tired of thinking, tired of his head hurting, and just tired period, Timmy takes out his own Algebra 1 book and starts into his homework. Silently thanking Tootie for her help on the subject, Timmy starts to work on the word problems first.
While the teens are working on their homework, Mrs. Purplepuss has just finished explaining what happened between Timmy and Tootie to Mr. Crocker, who is listening with rapt attention.
"So Timmy started to verbally attack Tootie and she defended herself? Then, in her own rant, she started to verbally attack Trixie?" asks Mr. Crocker.
"Basically, that's it. Course, Timmy brought up some good points. Either way, I think there are hard feelings all around. So I decided to give them a break and not give them detention for it, so they could separate and cool off. It didn't work out as I had planned though" says Mrs. Purplepuss.
Mr. Crocker raises an eyebrow at that and asks, "How so?"
Mrs. Purplepuss shakes her head and says, "I heard from some students that Tootie punched Timmy in their English class. And in their history class, I heard that Tootie and Trixie got a lunch detention for not paying attention and that Timmy got a detention for passing notes, although I overheard the students say that Timmy only passed a note to Tootie and Trixie telling them to back off and to tell them not to pass note less they get a detention for it."
Mr. Crocker looks at Timmy, who was still doing the homework he assigned, and shakes his head.
Taking one for the team? That sounds just like Timmy. Some things will never change will they?
Mr. Crocker turns back to Mrs. Purplepuss and says, "Thanks for telling me. I really wanted to know. Now I can keep an eye out and monitor their situation with perspective."
Mrs. Purplepuss nods her head and turns back to watching the students, Mr. Crocker doing the same. Time passes slowly for the students, but the bell soon rings for them to go home. Timmy walks out first, his Algebra 1 homework and half his English homework finished. Timmy walks home slowly dreading what is to come. And boy is he right. His day might have been bad so far, but it is about to get much, much worse.
