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|Repercussions|

Out in front of the school as usual before the first bell, many students were gathered on the school's front lawn and the steps leading to the door. There was a lot of energy in the air this morning and for good reason: the school's Homecoming dance was this weekend, and it was the topic of almost every discussion from last minute outfit ideas to dance moves to after party plans.

Among them was a girl with wavy blonde hair sporting a single cyan streak down the left side through her bangs, vibrant mint-green eyes, and a line of freckles just under them. With a light blue, yellow-wheeled skateboard tucked under her arm, she walked up the steps to the end of the right side's wall, where Janna sat playing a game on her phone.

"Hey, Janna," she greeted.

"Oh, sup Jackie," she replied without looking up from her game.

Smiling and paying Janna's preoccupation no mind, Jackie Lynn Thomas sat down next to her on the wall, leaning against her back. Out of the corner of her eye, Janna looked back at her. "So what brings you inside of my personal space–not unwelcome?"

Jackie returned the gaze, likewise out the corner of her eye. "Just wondering if you changed your mind about going to the dance."

Janna beat the level she was on. "There are many places I won't hesitate to go with you, Jackie Lynn Thomas, but a school-administered and chaperoned function is not one of them."

Jackie's cheek rested against Janna's. "I was going stag with Hope and Leah, but they suddenly got dates. I picked out a cute outfit too."

"You say that as if you have a problem finding a guy for Miss Skullnick to separate you from on the dance floor." Janna nuzzled back into her. "Just say the word and every boy in front of the school will line up around the block to ask you out… or fight each other to the death for the opportunity. That'd be cool to watch."

Closing her eyes, Jackie drew her cheek back from Janna's, but remained leaned against her. "I don't really want to go on a date, you know? I just want to have fun, dance to some music, and maybe go home with a story to tell."

Janna put away her phone and leaned back into Jackie, resting the back of her hat-covered head against the side of hers. "Janna Banana abides."

As Jackie let out another laugh, Van Vanderhoff walked up the steps towards them with one hand behind his back. Jackie noticed him first and pulled away from Janna.

Annoyed by the loss of casual body contact, Janna regarded the bigger Vanderhoff brother with a disinterested expression people more perceptive of her mental operation would recognize as a hateful glower.

"Hey Jackie," Van greeted, ignoring Janna's existence entirely. "Word's going around that it's five days out from Homecoming and you don't have a date."

Jackie turned to face Van. "Yeah, I'm going for the fun of it, I just wanna dance, you know?"

Van smirked and pulled from behind his back a small bouquet of gold-foil-wrapped roses and presented them to her. "What would it take for you to change your mind on that?"

Looking at the quality of the roses, the gold dust glittering the paper, and the suspicious rigidity of the foil encasing them? Janna could see that no small sum was dropped on the gift. It made Jackie shaking her head no all the more impressive.

"That's sweet, but no thanks."

The smile born from his confidence in his gift fled, and Van heaved a sigh. "Really?"

"Sorry, dude."

Van's shoulders dropped. He opened his mouth to speak, before something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. His lips twisting into a grimace, he turned and walked away.

"Whatever then, bye."

Janna watched him leave through narrowed eyes. As far as taking no for an answer was concerned, she had to give credit where credit was due, Van was almost less of a twat than his little brother. It paled in comparison to the props she owed Jackie, though.

"Masterfully handled," Janna congratulated her.

Jackie turned and flashed her a smile. "Well, people have been chatting me up about the dance for the last week and some change, so I'm used to it."

Janna laughed. "As expected of the hottest girl in school."

As Jackie rolled her eyes and chuckled, she continued. "For the best though. Even though he had no chance of landing a hit, you were wise to dodge that bullet."

"Oh?" Jackie asked.

"Yeah, him and Trip are still beefing with the new kid who flattened him at Zoom, and Star and Marco are wrapped up in it, too."

To say less of Janna herself, but she didn't want to distress the unstressable.

Jackie perked right up. "Whoa… Marco's actually involved in some beef… how bad boy of him."

Janna's eyes lit at Jackie's interest. "He's growing up so fast."

"Hey Janna~" Star sang with a voice like she had just floated from the heavens. Seeing Jackie as she pranced over to them, she brightened even more. "And Jackie, too! Hi~!"

Jackie lit up. "Hey, Star."

Janna turned to face her. "Yo."

"Was that Van guy bothering you?" Star asked as she watched Van head towards the far corner of the school, towards the school's outdoor lockers.

Jackie gave her a slight shake of her head. "He just wanted me to go to Homecoming with him. I said no."

Star looked again where Van went, surprised that he took no for an answer. Then again, she knew he saw her coming, and choosing to leave was a fantastic decision on his part.

Jackie gave Star an appraising look. "Say, are you going to the Homecoming Dance?"

Star gasped. "Of course! I was going with Mabel and Misao."

"The new girls? Awesome. I wanna party with Mabel, you know? She's always super fun in class." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded-up piece of paper, a drawing of herself as a cross between a cute kitten and a mermaid. "I still got her Caticature of me."

Janna looked between Star and Jackie, smirking. "Well, that solves your problem. Why not go with the Party Girl Posse?"

Star gasped. "You don't have a date?!"

"Didn't want one," Jackie replied before she stood up. "But I'd love to go stag with you girls."

Star pointed the face of her wand up at her devil-horn hairband. "Well I hope you have a good pair of…" She fired a spell, turning the headband into a pair of tiny moose antlers in a flash. "… Antlers."

Jackie giggled and held her hands to the sides of her head, fanning them out to pose as antlers. "Will these do?"

As Star and Jackie both laughed, Janna turned her head and saw Brittney marching towards them, the haye in her eyes and the sneer of anticipation on her lips aimed straight at Star. "Uh oh."

"Oh hey, Star," Brittney called to her in a saccharine voice. "Did I hear you say that you were going to Homecoming?"

Star jumped in excitement. "Yes, I did~! I even have a dress planned!"

She looked back at Jackie. "It's so cute, just wait until you see it."

"What can't you rock well?" Jackie asked.

Brittney's acidic laughter interrupted them. When Star turned back, the young woman whipped her hair with a sharp shake of her head. "Well let me ruin your weekend now and not Saturday, Star Butterface. You're banned from all Spirit Week 2 events."

She got up in her face and pointed at her for emphasis. "Including and especially the Homecoming Dance, got it?!"

Star gasped. "Banned? For what?!"

Brittney dramatically placed one hand on her hip and curled her fist under her chin, speaking saccharine again. "Oh gee, I wonder!"

She lanced Star with her glare as she dropped her hands and got into her face. "How about everything that you did during Spirit Week?!"

Brittney pulled away and huffed. "And a whole bunch of other things that I wish I could use to get you banned for; you dumb magical hick! If me or any of the teachers or the security I hired catch you at my dance, you will be ejected."

She looked at Jackie and Janna. "And so will anybody you try to sneak in with."

"I wasn't even going to your dumb dance, but thanks for validating my decision," Janna said.

Brittney scowled at Janna. "Hmph, good. I don't want losers like you there anyway."

She turned to Star. "Do you understand now that there are repercussions for the stupid things you do, Moo-girl? Or do I need to say it slower so you can keep up because of what a dumb cow you are?"

Star had drawn back from Brittney, her cheeks turning a dark red in anger. Brittney met the girl's startled expression with the full force of her glare.

Before the Mewman Princess could begin to form a retort, Brittney snapped at her. "That's what I thought."

With a flick of her hair that made a sound like a whip crack, Brittney turned and walked away, leaving Star where she stood with her mouth agape.

"Have a nice weekend, loser."

As Brittney left earshot, Jackie stepped closer to Star, the normally laid-back girl had a low-temperature glare aimed at the head cheerleader's back. "Jeez, exactly who does she think she is?"

"The head cheerleader whose billionaire Daddy poured enough money on this school to get whatever she wants?" Janna asked. "You know, like the other rich tool bags at this school?"

Star struggled with the depth Brittney's words cut into her. Clutching her wand, she had more than half a mind to take aim and turn her hair blonde, or purple, or on fire.

"Forget her," Jackie said, derailing Star from seizing upon her destructive impulse. "Brittney's been jealous of you since you showed up, and hating on you since you made her birthday party actually fun."

Star drew in a sharp breath through her teeth, making a hiss sound. "I'm still going to the dance."

Janna got up. "You know what? I was fine writing off the dance but knowing that I'm not wanted makes me want to be there more than anything else in my life right now."

Jackie's mood brightened way up. "All right, girl. Let's make this dance poppin'."

With Ferguson and Alfonzo right behind him, Marco stepped off the bus. His two best friends were beside themselves with excitement, and short on vocabulary.

"Dude!" Ferguson shouted.

"Marco!" Alfonzo cheered.

"Dude!" Ferguson repeated.

"Marco!" Alfonzo said again.

Ferguson grabbed Marco's right arm and sobbed. "Duuuuude!"

Alfonzo embraced him from his other side, likewise crying. "Marcooooo!"

Marco heaved a sigh, placed his hands on the faces of his friends, and firmly pushed them to arm's length. "Thanks guys, for being happy for me. But can you please-"

"How can we just be happy for you?!" Alfonzo asked in his high pitched, rough voice. "This is the greatest thing ever!"

"Please don't tell anyone-" Marco tried again.

Ferguson shoved Marco's hand from his face. "Yeah! You and Star are-!"

Marco cleared his throat hard, interrupting them. "Guys? Bro code."

Alfonzo ceased his hysterics on the spot, and spoke in a deep, down-pitched voice and a stoic expression. "I will take this revelation with me to my glorious death."

Ferguson likewise changed, his jaw set, his eyes clear, a wind blowing through his mop of red hair. He too, spoke like the man he was yet to grow into. "I pledge the same, none shall know the truth from my lips, lest they seek to join me in oblivion."

Marco liked his friends. As goofy and weird as they were, he could rely on them.

Ferguson looked around, making sure no one was particularly listening and drew closer to Marco. "Why keep it a secret, though?" He asked, his voice normal again. "Everyone knows you and Star are already cohabitating, and you're always hanging out together."

"Even StarFan13 ships you!" Alfonzo cut in.

All three looked over at a bespectacled girl with short brown hair with a hand-made horned headband, braces, and painted on cheek marks sighing in deep, obsessive admiration as she watched Star walk over towards Janna and Jackie by the front of the school.

Ferguson rubbed the back of his neck, sucking the air in through his teeth. "Yeah, I always thought she'd go all yandere on you."

"Everyone did!" Alfonzo said.

Marco raised his hands, quelling both. "Me and Star don't want everyone talking about it, okay? It doesn't need to be a big deal."

"Yeah, that's fair," Ferguson agreed.

"We already swore to take it with us… to the death!" Alfonzo added.

"Buuuut since we already know… you're gonna tell us everything, right?"

Marco raised an eyebrow. "Everything? Like what?"

Alfonzo and Ferguson both had the same knowing look. "Oh you know!"

Marco's expression went flat. "I'm not telling either of you about any of that stuff."

Both recoiled from him and spoke in unison once more. "DUDE!"

Blanching, Marco gesticulated wildly with both hands. "Whoa, whoa! We didn't do any of that stuff to begin with!"

"Says the man running to first base on the bus, Marco you dog," Ferguson teased as he lightly elbowed him.

Palming his face, Marco walked past them both. Ferguson laughed and followed with Alfonzo loping along beside him. "Dude, I'm just funnin'!"

"Can we talk about anything else?" Marco asked, before he looked at Alfonzo.

Ferguson knew just what to ask. "So are you and Star going to the dance?"

"Whuh?" No! No…" Marco crossed his arms and swept them out for emphasis. "I'm not going to the dance. I was going to hang out with Janna and the new guy."

At Hillhurst, more specifically the Beetle Battle Base. Waiting for the Magnavores to attack wasn't something they could just do, so Dipper was organizing shifts at the Beetle Battle Base to keep watch for them. With just about everyone else going to the dance, he, Dipper, and Janna were going to make sure the beacon stayed lit. Jo would be there too, but the less he mentioned connection to her? The better.

"Mabel's brother, right?" Ferguson asked. He let out a sigh. "Man, she's so cool."

Marco relished the opportunity to turn the conversation away from his social life. "Ask her out to the dance, she's single."

"I got a date with the refreshment table. Did you know Brittney got catering from like… the best restaurant in Hollywood for the dance? She's going in hard on making sure this is perfect."

"Good for her," Marco replied.

Alfonzo beamed. "Besides, me and Ferguson are going to be part of Roland's Dance Prank!"

Ferguson whirled upon Alfonzo, shocked. "Dude, no!"

Marco did a double take. "Dance prank? Roland Williams is doing a dance prank?!"

Ferguson clapped a hand onto Marco's shoulder and gripped it as he spoke in the voice of a man again. "We swore an oath to you; reciprocate the vow, old friend."

When Marco spoke, it was a low and smooth voice, like that of a rebellious hero who'd spent decades fighting through time and space. "Heh, guess it can't be helped. My lips are sealed."

Ferguson looked at Alfonzo harshly. "Dude, you can't go and blab it like that! Brittney's watching this whole thing like a hawk!"

Alfonzo recoiled, and quickly nodded.

I'll needle Roland about it later. Marco thought before he asked Alfonzo. "Speaking of being watched like a hawk, how's married life treating you?"

Alfonzo smiled big at Marco's question. "I have been having fun! The Pixie Empress likes my brutal and dramatic methods of crushing unrest and striking fear into her enemies!"

Marco gave him another flat look. "You're the tyrannical despot of Pixtopia."

"Yuh-huh!" A proud Alfonzo replied. "It helps that Pixies are already cruel and merciless!"

Pausing, Marco thought about it. "Yeah, you would run it like you do games of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons."

Ferguson shuddered. "My poor Orc Archer… oh Flog Gnaw, that Natural 1 took you too soon."

Just as they were about to turn and walk up the steps of the school–towards the escalating confrontation between Star and Brittney–Marco, Alfonzo and Ferguson were approached by a familiar old man in a chauffeur's suit. Dudley, looking as tired and done with his job as he ever could, raised his hand in greeting.

"Ahem, Mr. Diaz," he greeted.

Marco stopped and gave a quick glance around for any sign of the Vanderhoff brothers. They were nowhere to be seen. "Huh? What do you want?"

Dudley gave Marco a neutral look, at his warranted hostility and suspicion, and took it in stride. "Master Trip has requested a meeting with you. It is to be held during the lunch hour, at Britta's Tacos."

"No thank you. If Trip wants to chat, he can come talk to me."

"It is a meeting he is willing to make worth your time," Dudley replied, giving Marco pause.

Worth my time? What does he want? Could he be looking to buy me out? Would he be dumb enough to try that?

The fact that Trip was willing to throw money his way was enough to give Marco cause for concern.

Getting ahead of whatever he's planning is probably better in the long term.

"You know what? Tell Trip I'll be there, and if this is some kind of prank?" He punched his fist into his palm. "He's getting all he can eat at the knuckle sandwich buffet."

Dudley nodded. "Thank you very much, Mr. Diaz."

He nodded to Alfonzo and Ferguson. "Mr. Doolittle, Mr. O'Durguson."

With that the old man shuffled away, and Marco turned to look back and forth between his friends.

"The heck does the rich boy want with you?" Ferguson asked.

Marco plunged his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as the bell rang and the other students began making their way inside. "I'm gonna find out."

A/N: "Ah yes, the consequences of my actions."