[Chapter 4: Morgan's Friday Night]
I walked into Nugent's class on a Thursday morning to see Angel reading something off of his phone. Of course, I was curious to ask him about what he was reading. "What's that?" I asked pretty bluntly. Angel shrugged. "Just some manga I'm reading...there's a guy in here with something called Soft Machines..." I sat down and tilted my head in curiosity. "You mean like your stand?" He nodded. "Yeah but like his is named after a band. I just named mine after a song." "Wow, what are the chances. You know, if someone was making a story using characters that were in some way alternate versions of the ones in that story, it could cause some confusion. I almost guarantee you the guy writing would wanna go back and completely change the name or anything." Angel shrugged.
"Yeah he'd probably just put a disclaimer or find a way to fit it into the story somehow." I sighed. "Good thing that isn't the case." We got to work on our daily assignments and continued talking about stands, which then just lead to us talking about classic music artists and songs. "I guess it's always fun naming things after songs and artist." Angel and I agreed. At that moment, Mr. Dufrene passed by our desks. I tried to be friendly for once.
"Hey Mr. Dufrene, what kinda music or artist do you like?" I asked. He glared for a bit before his face lit up. "I'm a Taylor Swift fan."
Angel and I nodded as he walked away. "Taylor Swift..." We both nodded solemnly to ourselves as Nugent stepped up to the board to lead the lesson for the day.
A few hours later, Angel and I sat at the lunch table and waited for Tyler to sit down like we did every day. We would start a conversation, then Tyler would hop in when he sat down. We saw Tyler heading to our table with his lunch kit, when suddenly, he slipped and his lunch kit knocked another girls lunch straight into the air. At the moment we realized who it was, it was too late. The girl was none other than Morgan, your average every day prissy cheerleader girl who sees herself as better than everyone. We could already hear her chewing out Tyler. However, at the last second, something miraculous had happened. All of the food on her tray seemed to miraculously flip back onto it. Tyler stared in awe for a minute before she simply walked away with her crew. It seemed like nobody but Angel and I had caught it. Tyler hurried to our table.
"You guys saw that... Right?" Angel and I nodded. "That food was on a one way trip to her face...but..." Angel pondered for a little on what could've been the cause. I slammed my fist on the table.
"Don't you guys see? It's so obvious...Morgan is..." I pointed at her from across the lunch room. "A STAND USER!" Of course, her back was turned so she hadn't noticed. "That's the most likely story..." Angel nodded. Tyler started unpacking his lunch. "Well in any case, we gotta stop her. No telling what a popular girl would do with the power of a stand." Angel and I nodded. "Well...how are we gonna stop her?" I asked. Angel scratched his chin. "Immediately confronting her would be foolish...she's always around her cheerleading crew...of course she'd do anything she could to deny the fact that she holds a stand..." I snapped as an idea popped into my head. "I've got it!" Angel and Tyler looked to me. They were ready to hear my idea. "We gotta lure her away...an anonymous letter...we'll say..." I grabbed a piece of paper from my bag and started writing. "Found something that belonged to you. Meet me behind the bleachers 30 minutes through second period...Er...who's she friends with? Ah! Signed...Anna! And there we go! Fool proof!"
Angel face palmed. "Come on now, you actually think she'll fall for it? And plus you said anonymous. On top of that, what if she doesn't notice anything missing?" I smirked at nodded the letter around with my hand. "Easy. After lunch I'll snatch a notebook from her bag with Puddle of Mudd and leave the note in there. This is all on a whim, so we can only hope it'll work." They both nodded as the bell for third period rung. We all got up and started walking. "You guys just ask to go to the bathroom twenty minutes into class. We gotta get there early."
"Got it." Tyler nodded. I let them head off to class as I smoothly executed the notebook snatch and the drop off of the note.
Twenty minutes through 3rd period finally hit. My teacher happened to be quite cool with me, so of course he let me head out. I headed over to the football stadium with the notebook. As soon as I made it, I checked around.
"Tyler? Angel? You guys here?" I searched around before a heavy punch slammed hard into my back. I went flying into some cleaning equipment. "Wh-what the...!" I looked up and to my surprise Morgan stood over me. "Did you honestly think I'd fall for this? I know my best friend's handwriting you idiot. And what made you think she wouldn't just text me?"
I shrugged. "I was hoping you wouldn't put two-and-two together." I got up and summoned Puddle of Mudd. She chuckled.
"So you have one of these things too? Yours looks a little sad...all it is is an axolotl!" My face turned red. I couldn't tell if I was angry or embarrassed. "Hey...he's cool..." It finally hit me that that really was all my stand was. A stumpy axolotl with a little kings hat and an innocent face. The poor thing couldn't punch. My offense was making blade shaped currents of water that I could launch out in multiple bursts. It was actually quite a versatile stand, but at first glance, I could understand why nobody would feel threatened. But now wasn't the time to ponder my stands appearance. I was alone.
Morgan chuckled a little. "Friday Night will make short work of your little amphibian!" A humanoid stand emerged from behind her. And wow, was it flashy. Sunglasses, a large scarf that covered it's neck to its nose, and long brown hair. I didn't let it intimidate me at all. "Wow...it's stylish...to bad it's about to be in deep water!" Puddle of Mudd began its onslaught of water onto her stand. However, just to be a bit cheeky I used the sewage water from a nearby drain. "Child's play..." She mumbled. Her stand whipped off its scarf and started spinning it in a propeller motion. Not a single blade of water could hit her. "W-WHAT?!" I called Puddle of Mudd off as I stared in disbelief.
Morgan flipped her hair. "Friday Night is all about making sure I remain perfect. You don't make it on the cheerleading squad with bad complexion. Friday Night has unrivaled speed. Her scarf absorbs nearly any attack, and not to mention..." The scarf snatched me up by my foot and held me upside down. "She's quite the grappler." She flung me away with the scarf. I directed Puddle of Mudd to create a cushion of water behind me. I was safe from any damage, but I fell to the ground.
"HA HA HA!" She laughed. "I TOLD YOU! FRIDAY NIGHT CANT BE BEAT!" All of the sudden, I heard a familiar voice.
"That's what Dylan said." I looked behind her to see Tyler standing there with his stand. "Step off...or get a taste of my..." He held his hands high and crossed them over his head. "MAGICMAN!" I stared in awe as Tyler posed heroically.
"Magicman...YOU MADE A NAME!" Tyler smirked and then directed his attention to Morgan, who had yawned. "Another disappointment. Look kid, why don't you just get your ass-" Tyler cut her off.
"INK BOMB!" Her eyes widely opened as Magicman sent a large missile of pen Ink right at Morgan. She held up her scarf, but the ink bled through and immediately splashed onto her face. "NOOOOOO! M-MY FACE! IT'LL TAKE FOREVER TO GET THIS OUT...!" Tyler put his hands to his sides. "Who gave you the stand...?" Morgan struggled to wipe off the ink as she gave us all of the information we needed. "I-it was Mr. Dufrene...! He did it!" Tyler nodded.
"That's all I needed to hear. Now..." He stepped closer. "Get outta here before I introduce you to my guacamole bomb." Morgan's eyes widened and she ran off. I got off and gave Tyler a high five. "That was awesome! Way to go dude!" I exclaimed. Tyler rubbed the back of his head. "It's nothing. Sorry we didn't get here earlier...I got held up and Angel's teacher wouldn't let him leave class." I shrugged and started walking.
"Doesn't matter. It's over now. Way to go dude."
Tyler smiled. "Thanks. Don't worry, I'll make sure I help you guys out more in future situations." I nodded.
"I'll keep your word on that." We then headed back to our classes...but not before we dropped Morgan's notebook right into the drain.
I walked into Nugent's class on a Thursday morning to see Angel reading something off of his phone. Of course, I was curious to ask him about what he was reading. "What's that?" I asked pretty bluntly. Angel shrugged. "Just some manga I'm reading...there's a guy in here with something called Soft Machines..." I sat down and tilted my head in curiosity. "You mean like your stand?" He nodded. "Yeah but like his is named after a band. I just named mine after a song." "Wow, what are the chances. You know, if someone was making a story using characters that were in some way alternate versions of the ones in that story, it could cause some confusion. I almost guarantee you the guy writing would wanna go back and completely change the name or anything." Angel shrugged.
"Yeah he'd probably just put a disclaimer or find a way to fit it into the story somehow." I sighed. "Good thing that isn't the case." We got to work on our daily assignments and continued talking about stands, which then just lead to us talking about classic music artists and songs. "I guess it's always fun naming things after songs and artist." Angel and I agreed. At that moment, Mr. Dufrene passed by our desks. I tried to be friendly for once.
"Hey Mr. Dufrene, what kinda music or artist do you like?" I asked. He glared for a bit before his face lit up. "I'm a Taylor Swift fan."
Angel and I nodded as he walked away. "Taylor Swift..." We both nodded solemnly to ourselves as Nugent stepped up to the board to lead the lesson for the day.
A few hours later, Angel and I sat at the lunch table and waited for Tyler to sit down like we did every day. We would start a conversation, then Tyler would hop in when he sat down. We saw Tyler heading to our table with his lunch kit, when suddenly, he slipped and his lunch kit knocked another girls lunch straight into the air. At the moment we realized who it was, it was too late. The girl was none other than Morgan, your average every day prissy cheerleader girl who sees herself as better than everyone. We could already hear her chewing out Tyler. However, at the last second, something miraculous had happened. All of the food on her tray seemed to miraculously flip back onto it. Tyler stared in awe for a minute before she simply walked away with her crew. It seemed like nobody but Angel and I had caught it. Tyler hurried to our table.
"You guys saw that... Right?" Angel and I nodded. "That food was on a one way trip to her face...but..." Angel pondered for a little on what could've been the cause. I slammed my fist on the table.
"Don't you guys see? It's so obvious...Morgan is..." I pointed at her from across the lunch room. "A STAND USER!" Of course, her back was turned so she hadn't noticed. "That's the most likely story..." Angel nodded. Tyler started unpacking his lunch. "Well in any case, we gotta stop her. No telling what a popular girl would do with the power of a stand." Angel and I nodded. "Well...how are we gonna stop her?" I asked. Angel scratched his chin. "Immediately confronting her would be foolish...she's always around her cheerleading crew...of course she'd do anything she could to deny the fact that she holds a stand..." I snapped as an idea popped into my head. "I've got it!" Angel and Tyler looked to me. They were ready to hear my idea. "We gotta lure her away...an anonymous letter...we'll say..." I grabbed a piece of paper from my bag and started writing. "Found something that belonged to you. Meet me behind the bleachers 30 minutes through second period...Er...who's she friends with? Ah! Signed...Anna! And there we go! Fool proof!"
Angel face palmed. "Come on now, you actually think she'll fall for it? And plus you said anonymous. On top of that, what if she doesn't notice anything missing?" I smirked at nodded the letter around with my hand. "Easy. After lunch I'll snatch a notebook from her bag with Puddle of Mudd and leave the note in there. This is all on a whim, so we can only hope it'll work." They both nodded as the bell for third period rung. We all got up and started walking. "You guys just ask to go to the bathroom twenty minutes into class. We gotta get there early."
"Got it." Tyler nodded. I let them head off to class as I smoothly executed the notebook snatch and the drop off of the note.
Twenty minutes through 3rd period finally hit. My teacher happened to be quite cool with me, so of course he let me head out. I headed over to the football stadium with the notebook. As soon as I made it, I checked around.
"Tyler? Angel? You guys here?" I searched around before a heavy punch slammed hard into my back. I went flying into some cleaning equipment. "Wh-what the...!" I looked up and to my surprise Morgan stood over me. "Did you honestly think I'd fall for this? I know my best friend's handwriting you idiot. And what made you think she wouldn't just text me?"
I shrugged. "I was hoping you wouldn't put two-and-two together." I got up and summoned Puddle of Mudd. She chuckled.
"So you have one of these things too? Yours looks a little sad...all it is is an axolotl!" My face turned red. I couldn't tell if I was angry or embarrassed. "Hey...he's cool..." It finally hit me that that really was all my stand was. A stumpy axolotl with a little kings hat and an innocent face. The poor thing couldn't punch. My offense was making blade shaped currents of water that I could launch out in multiple bursts. It was actually quite a versatile stand, but at first glance, I could understand why nobody would feel threatened. But now wasn't the time to ponder my stands appearance. I was alone.
Morgan chuckled a little. "Friday Night will make short work of your little amphibian!" A humanoid stand emerged from behind her. And wow, was it flashy. Sunglasses, a large scarf that covered it's neck to its nose, and long brown hair. I didn't let it intimidate me at all. "Wow...it's stylish...to bad it's about to be in deep water!" Puddle of Mudd began its onslaught of water onto her stand. However, just to be a bit cheeky I used the sewage water from a nearby drain. "Child's play..." She mumbled. Her stand whipped off its scarf and started spinning it in a propeller motion. Not a single blade of water could hit her. "W-WHAT?!" I called Puddle of Mudd off as I stared in disbelief.
Morgan flipped her hair. "Friday Night is all about making sure I remain perfect. You don't make it on the cheerleading squad with bad complexion. Friday Night has unrivaled speed. Her scarf absorbs nearly any attack, and not to mention..." The scarf snatched me up by my foot and held me upside down. "She's quite the grappler." She flung me away with the scarf. I directed Puddle of Mudd to create a cushion of water behind me. I was safe from any damage, but I fell to the ground.
"HA HA HA!" She laughed. "I TOLD YOU! FRIDAY NIGHT CANT BE BEAT!" All of the sudden, I heard a familiar voice.
"That's what Dylan said." I looked behind her to see Tyler standing there with his stand. "Step off...or get a taste of my..." He held his hands high and crossed them over his head. "MAGICMAN!" I stared in awe as Tyler posed heroically.
"Magicman...YOU MADE A NAME!" Tyler smirked and then directed his attention to Morgan, who had yawned. "Another disappointment. Look kid, why don't you just get your ass-" Tyler cut her off.
"INK BOMB!" Her eyes widely opened as Magicman sent a large missile of pen Ink right at Morgan. She held up her scarf, but the ink bled through and immediately splashed onto her face. "NOOOOOO! M-MY FACE! IT'LL TAKE FOREVER TO GET THIS OUT...!" Tyler put his hands to his sides. "Who gave you the stand...?" Morgan struggled to wipe off the ink as she gave us all of the information we needed. "I-it was Mr. Dufrene...! He did it!" Tyler nodded.
"That's all I needed to hear. Now..." He stepped closer. "Get outta here before I introduce you to my guacamole bomb." Morgan's eyes widened and she ran off. I got off and gave Tyler a high five. "That was awesome! Way to go dude!" I exclaimed. Tyler rubbed the back of his head. "It's nothing. Sorry we didn't get here earlier...I got held up and Angel's teacher wouldn't let him leave class." I shrugged and started walking.
"Doesn't matter. It's over now. Way to go dude."
Tyler smiled. "Thanks. Don't worry, I'll make sure I help you guys out more in future situations." I nodded.
"I'll keep your word on that." We then headed back to our classes...but not before we dropped Morgan's notebook right into the drain.