[Chapter 3: Dylan's Teen Spirit ]
A few weeks had passed since I became acquainted with Angel. Nothing too out of the ordinary happened in that time span. We ended up becoming really good friends, and not to mention he hit it off with Tyler pretty well. He was the perfect addition to the squad. Monday hit me pretty fast after the weekend before. I could hardly stay awake in my first class. However, the determination to make it to second period was what drove me through it. Before I knew it, I was sitting back in Nugent's class.
Angel had switched spots with Darren without Nugent noticing. It was so subtle I doubted he would even care. Angel and I began talking about the usual before I noticed something that kinda got on my nerves.
"I've got a bad feeling about Dylan over there..." I pointed straight at the tall, red headed football player that was actually a good friend from my childhood.
"I think you're just saying that because he's chatting up Brooke. Besides, haven't you known him for awhile anyway?" Angel scratched his head curiously and looked at me. I pounded my fist on the desk.
"WHO CARES?! THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE'S A SAINT!" I shouted loud enough to get my point across to Angel, but not loud enough for the class to hear. Angel sighed.
"You're just getting jealous is all. Trust me, it happens."
I shook my head.
"Perhaps I am...but I still don't get good vibes off of him...I think I'll scope him out Afterschool. He is a football player after all."
Angel shrugged. "Guess I'll stay too. As long as the afterschool busses can take me home." The end of school came in a flash, and before we knew it, Angel and I were already formulating a plan in one of the bathrooms. "Alright, so here's what we do." I started. "Dylan usually takes breaks in between-" Angel cut me off.
"Wait, why didn't you invite Tyler...?" I shrugged. "His mom wanted him to go home and study instead of staying here like the original plan. It's cool, he'll help us next time. Anyway, Dylan takes a small break in between drills to head to the bathroom, so that's when we'll confront him!" "I guess that's why we're in the bathroom?" I nodded to Angel for confirmation. "He'll never expect it. We'll totally jump him! Now, let's just chill out for a bit." Angel nodded in agreement and we began our wait. About an hour had passed, and we still saw no sign of Dylan. "Maybe we should just go. I think this was just paranoia." Angel got up. I sighed. "Damn...you're probably right...let's get go-" I got cut off again.
"Whatcha two waiting in here for?" Dylan walked into the bathroom with a smug look. "Er...we were just leaving..." Angel tried to walk past him before he was thrown back by a stand that appeared as an anthropomorphic alligator. "A-ANGEL!" I yelled. I immediately summoned my stand. It didn't take long for Angel to recover from the blow and summon his stand as well. I glared at Dylan. "I was right...you ARE a stand user...!"
He chuckled to himself. "I don't know what happened! The other day at practice my coach patted me on the back and boom! It just appeared!" Angel glared at Dylan as well. "Your coach is fucking Nugent I bet." Dylan nodded. "He sure is!" I shook my head.
"I knew it...! Nugent is behind this... Why don't you help us take him out Dylan?!" Dylan shook his head as well. "I've been hearing an unknown voice lately...telling me my stand is unrivaled in power! My Teen Spirit is the ultimate stand!" "You're being manipulated, dude!" I clenched my fist. "There's no way your stands the strongest, and I'll prove it to ya!" Puddle of Mudd leaped forward with a liquid blade. To my surprise, Teen Spirit bit it straight in half! I clenched my fist. "N-NO WAY!" A strong head butt followed the bite, and I went flying into the wall. "That's bullshit..." Angel nodded. "He has a strength stand...its power is pretty huge..."
Teen Spirit launched at Angel. "Ha! I told you my stand isn't to be rivaled!" Teen Spirit began clawing at Angel, who was hardly being defended by his stand. Soft Machines was quite the wall of a stand, who could adjust the texture of its body at will. I pushed myself to get up as I examined the onslaught.
"It appears my opportunity has presented its self..." I whispered to myself. I sent Puddle of Mudd down one of the unspeakable stalls. "Just hang on a little longer Angel..." Dylan continued to hammer Angel with Teen Spirit's intense claws. He began laughing maniacally.
"YOU CAN'T KEEP GUARDING FOREVER! HA HA HA!" Soft Machines had suffered quite the number of scratches at this point. Finally, my plan was ready. I yelled out to Angel.
"MAKE SOFT MACHINES RUBBERY!" Angel didn't question the plan at all and did as I said. Teen Spirit was launched away, and soon after, Puddle of Mudd emerged from a urinal and launched Teen Spirit even higher. "LETS GET HIM!" I yelled. Soft Machines went back into his solid form and they chased Dylan and Teen Spirit into the sky. "RARARARARARARARARARA!" Angel and I yelled with spirit as we gave them out best punches. Before we knew it, Dylan and Teen Spirit had hit the ground. Angel and I gave each other a small fist bump and called our stands back. We walked over to Dylan.
Dylan looked up to see us both looming over him, arms crossed. "Do you see?" I began. "You were being manipulated. Just because your stand is powerful doesn't mean it's invincible." Angel shook his head. "I knew the kids at this school were stupid but I thought you were one of the smart ones." We both held out our hands to Dylan. He took them both and stood up. "I...I'm sorry guys..." He clenched his fist. "Nugent tricked me...! Damn! He's the real enemy here!" Angel and I nodded. I smirked at Dylan and held my hand out once more.
"Then join us two. We can definitely take him out! There's a lot of other stand users we could use your help with too! Come on! It'll be great!" Dylan sighed and shook my hand.
"Doesn't look like I've got a choice..." From then on, Dylan was one of us.
The next day, we arrived back into Nugent's class. Dylan didn't seem to be worried about Brooke anymore. And that was a relief to me. Dylan seemed more concerned about Nugent than anything, but Nugent was too busy on his phone to notice. "Well, I can already tell you one thing..." I began. "Getting Nugent alone to defeat him will be quite a challenge...as long as he's around, it seems he can keep making stand users." Angel shook his head. "This is so stupid. Jeez. Well let's not stress to hard over it. It's still school." I nodded in agreement. "Yep, you're right. Still, let's at least try to take him out as soon as we can." Soon after, the tardy bell rang, and class began.
A few weeks had passed since I became acquainted with Angel. Nothing too out of the ordinary happened in that time span. We ended up becoming really good friends, and not to mention he hit it off with Tyler pretty well. He was the perfect addition to the squad. Monday hit me pretty fast after the weekend before. I could hardly stay awake in my first class. However, the determination to make it to second period was what drove me through it. Before I knew it, I was sitting back in Nugent's class.
Angel had switched spots with Darren without Nugent noticing. It was so subtle I doubted he would even care. Angel and I began talking about the usual before I noticed something that kinda got on my nerves.
"I've got a bad feeling about Dylan over there..." I pointed straight at the tall, red headed football player that was actually a good friend from my childhood.
"I think you're just saying that because he's chatting up Brooke. Besides, haven't you known him for awhile anyway?" Angel scratched his head curiously and looked at me. I pounded my fist on the desk.
"WHO CARES?! THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE'S A SAINT!" I shouted loud enough to get my point across to Angel, but not loud enough for the class to hear. Angel sighed.
"You're just getting jealous is all. Trust me, it happens."
I shook my head.
"Perhaps I am...but I still don't get good vibes off of him...I think I'll scope him out Afterschool. He is a football player after all."
Angel shrugged. "Guess I'll stay too. As long as the afterschool busses can take me home." The end of school came in a flash, and before we knew it, Angel and I were already formulating a plan in one of the bathrooms. "Alright, so here's what we do." I started. "Dylan usually takes breaks in between-" Angel cut me off.
"Wait, why didn't you invite Tyler...?" I shrugged. "His mom wanted him to go home and study instead of staying here like the original plan. It's cool, he'll help us next time. Anyway, Dylan takes a small break in between drills to head to the bathroom, so that's when we'll confront him!" "I guess that's why we're in the bathroom?" I nodded to Angel for confirmation. "He'll never expect it. We'll totally jump him! Now, let's just chill out for a bit." Angel nodded in agreement and we began our wait. About an hour had passed, and we still saw no sign of Dylan. "Maybe we should just go. I think this was just paranoia." Angel got up. I sighed. "Damn...you're probably right...let's get go-" I got cut off again.
"Whatcha two waiting in here for?" Dylan walked into the bathroom with a smug look. "Er...we were just leaving..." Angel tried to walk past him before he was thrown back by a stand that appeared as an anthropomorphic alligator. "A-ANGEL!" I yelled. I immediately summoned my stand. It didn't take long for Angel to recover from the blow and summon his stand as well. I glared at Dylan. "I was right...you ARE a stand user...!"
He chuckled to himself. "I don't know what happened! The other day at practice my coach patted me on the back and boom! It just appeared!" Angel glared at Dylan as well. "Your coach is fucking Nugent I bet." Dylan nodded. "He sure is!" I shook my head.
"I knew it...! Nugent is behind this... Why don't you help us take him out Dylan?!" Dylan shook his head as well. "I've been hearing an unknown voice lately...telling me my stand is unrivaled in power! My Teen Spirit is the ultimate stand!" "You're being manipulated, dude!" I clenched my fist. "There's no way your stands the strongest, and I'll prove it to ya!" Puddle of Mudd leaped forward with a liquid blade. To my surprise, Teen Spirit bit it straight in half! I clenched my fist. "N-NO WAY!" A strong head butt followed the bite, and I went flying into the wall. "That's bullshit..." Angel nodded. "He has a strength stand...its power is pretty huge..."
Teen Spirit launched at Angel. "Ha! I told you my stand isn't to be rivaled!" Teen Spirit began clawing at Angel, who was hardly being defended by his stand. Soft Machines was quite the wall of a stand, who could adjust the texture of its body at will. I pushed myself to get up as I examined the onslaught.
"It appears my opportunity has presented its self..." I whispered to myself. I sent Puddle of Mudd down one of the unspeakable stalls. "Just hang on a little longer Angel..." Dylan continued to hammer Angel with Teen Spirit's intense claws. He began laughing maniacally.
"YOU CAN'T KEEP GUARDING FOREVER! HA HA HA!" Soft Machines had suffered quite the number of scratches at this point. Finally, my plan was ready. I yelled out to Angel.
"MAKE SOFT MACHINES RUBBERY!" Angel didn't question the plan at all and did as I said. Teen Spirit was launched away, and soon after, Puddle of Mudd emerged from a urinal and launched Teen Spirit even higher. "LETS GET HIM!" I yelled. Soft Machines went back into his solid form and they chased Dylan and Teen Spirit into the sky. "RARARARARARARARARARA!" Angel and I yelled with spirit as we gave them out best punches. Before we knew it, Dylan and Teen Spirit had hit the ground. Angel and I gave each other a small fist bump and called our stands back. We walked over to Dylan.
Dylan looked up to see us both looming over him, arms crossed. "Do you see?" I began. "You were being manipulated. Just because your stand is powerful doesn't mean it's invincible." Angel shook his head. "I knew the kids at this school were stupid but I thought you were one of the smart ones." We both held out our hands to Dylan. He took them both and stood up. "I...I'm sorry guys..." He clenched his fist. "Nugent tricked me...! Damn! He's the real enemy here!" Angel and I nodded. I smirked at Dylan and held my hand out once more.
"Then join us two. We can definitely take him out! There's a lot of other stand users we could use your help with too! Come on! It'll be great!" Dylan sighed and shook my hand.
"Doesn't look like I've got a choice..." From then on, Dylan was one of us.
The next day, we arrived back into Nugent's class. Dylan didn't seem to be worried about Brooke anymore. And that was a relief to me. Dylan seemed more concerned about Nugent than anything, but Nugent was too busy on his phone to notice. "Well, I can already tell you one thing..." I began. "Getting Nugent alone to defeat him will be quite a challenge...as long as he's around, it seems he can keep making stand users." Angel shook his head. "This is so stupid. Jeez. Well let's not stress to hard over it. It's still school." I nodded in agreement. "Yep, you're right. Still, let's at least try to take him out as soon as we can." Soon after, the tardy bell rang, and class began.