Downward Spiral
Man, yesterday was fucking crazy… Hera must be pleased with herself, having made me embarrass myself in front of all those weaks in the cafeteria, though I looked damn good doing it. Todo would be proud.
I'd decided to take the day off. Believe it or not, I was a pretty good actor.
"Boy, why aren't you in school?" Mom asked when she entered my room.
I bunched up my blanket to my neck. "Oh, I would but… achoo! Ack, I can't stop coughing and sneezing. Oh the pain!" Can someone give me an Oscar already?
She narrowed her eyes at me. "I don't buy it." She walked over to me and touched my head. I laughed inwardly, having already thought ahead. One word: Thermal Pad. Well, two I guess but who cares.
"Oh, I guess you were serious. Fine then, just don't bother me." She walked off.
Once it was safe, I pulled out my super secret hidden treasure, aka my vast manga collection and began binging. I took a crack at Attack on Titan, and tears may or may not have been shed, don't ask.
Anyway, I was minding my own business while clutching a tissue box when my phone rang. Please don't be who I think it is..
I peeked at the caller ID and of course, it was that damn nerd's phone number.
I reluctantly hit the answer button, wishing lightning would strike me and free me from the girl with a stick up her ass.
"Yeah?"
"Where the hell are you? You aren't supposed to avoid the after effects, cheater!" She screeched, ripping my eardrums to shreds.
"Damn, don't shout! It's too early for your whining, you're giving me a migraine!" I took a second to fake cough. "Plus I'm really sick. Vomit all over the floor, I even puked on my mom. It's bad. Anyway bye-"
"Shut up, Davis. You're a terrible liar, you know that? Now get your ass here soon or I'll tell everyone you're a closeted furry."
"You wouldn't dare!" I countered.
"I'm great at Photoshop, don't test me, fuckface."
I sighed. "Of course you are, you nerd. Dammit! Fine!" I hung up before she could taunt me.
I sprinted down the stairs with my clothes all wrinkled.
"Woah, where are you going? You're sick!" Mom asked, pausing her soap opera.
"No, I'm good now! It's a miracle! Bye!" I said, sprinting out the door.
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That little son of a bitch… wait, that would mean I'm the bitch…
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Later, back at D. W. Bell, I braced myself for the worst… Here comes the bullshit…
"Oi, Jason!"
Great. I could recognize that voice a mile away, though this time she was doing a disgraceful impression I honestly couldn't decipher.
"Hera, what the hell are you doing?" I asked. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?"
She gestured to her costume. "Isn't it obvious, dumbass?"
I chuckled. "Your outfit is kinda impressive. Too bad your acting skills don't match."
She rolled her eyes, breaking character briefly. "You're one to talk. Achoo? Who the hell sneezes like that?" She cleared her throat. "Now come on, extra. You've got… fans." She smirked evilly.
"Lead the way, Dollar Tree Bakugou," I said with a sigh.
As I walked through the hallway to my next class, I noticed that some of the nerdy weaks from yesterday were in cosplay.
"Who's next, Mina? Momo? Tsu?" Hera smirked. "I can totally see you as Mina, you'd look kinda hot in a skirt."
I could feel my stupid (but handsome) face heating up. "Don't say shit like that!" I shouted, accidentally attracting attention.
"What, you don't agree? You're even blushing!" She suddenly grinned, clapping her hands together obnoxiously.
I sighed, attempting to hide my face.
"Hey, everyone! Do you think this guy, Jason Davis, would look good in a skirt?" She shouted to everyone who would listen. "Just look at his face! And those legs!"
Ty emerged from the crowd. "No homo, but you do have the legs to pull it off, bro." He shrugged.
My face grew redder. "Fuck off, Ty! Do you want me to tell them about your tattoos?"
He suddenly stopped laughing.
"Exactly."
I turned to Hera again. "What the actual hell, Hera?! Why the hell would you do that?!"
She rolled her eyes with a smirk. "You're really repetitive. It's because I can, and because I love watching you get your ass handed to you! It's what you deserve." She grinned, patting me on the cheek.
I followed her as she walked with a certain spring in her step, leading me toward our first class.
"Well, this is gonna be a shit show," she said as she shoved me inside.
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After dealing with the stupid remarks throughout the day, it was time for lunch again. I considered skipping but my growling stomach would kill me if I did.
"Come on, big guy. Time to face your fans!" She pulled me inside with her, and eyes were on me again. I sighed as people laughed my way, taking the high road.
"Ay dude! Your little video has 500k views!" Najeem shouted, waving me over. That asswipe uploaded that video?!
"Yeah yeah, fuck all of you!" I shouted at the laughing idiots.
I plopped down next to Wells who immediately switched seats with some rando.
"Are you kidding me, dude?"
He shrugged, taking a bite of cheese. Suited him well, he always did remind me of Remy the rat. That was irrelevant though.
"Isn't it great? You're famous, mate!" Ty said with a laugh.
"Yeah, whatever, bro…" I snapped.
I turned to Najeem. He decided to share my embarrassment with the world. He may as well have painted a giant bullseye on my back! No one wants to be seen with the psycho that spouts random anime quotes on top of a table *ahem* Hera *ahem* God, I was the new Hera.
"You uploaded the damn video?!" I hissed.
"How could I not?" Ty answered. "That shit is gold, and I needed the views."
"That was supposed to die the moment I was done, asshole!" I shouted, getting in his face, well, his chest, that dude was a giant.
He laughed and pushed me away. "Lighten up. Hey, maybe next time wear a maid outfit. That stuff's huge these days."
While I totally could rock a maid outfit, there was no way in hell I was gonna show up to school like that. I failed to think of a comeback, so I did the only thing I could; sprinted home.
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I'd been ignoring Hera's phone calls left and right, just wanting some peace when I heard a bang on the window.
I leaped out of bed and grabbed a pen on the way down.
"Get back, I have a knife!" I shrieked, shakily holding my pen to the air.
Suddenly the window opened and tumbling inside came the surprisingly agile nerd herself.
"A knife, huh? What're you gonna do, give me lead poisoning? So scary." She glanced at my pen and cackled like the evil witch she was.
"Shut up! Now what are you doing here? Did you bring a ladder or something?"
She shook her head. "That would be crazy! I climbed."
My eyes widened. "You climbed up three stories? What's wrong with you?"
She shrugged. "Anyway, I saw you run out of there so I wanted to make sure you were alright. Can't have you ditching me, we still have like 3 weeks to go!"
I rolled my eyes. "I'd be better off if you weren't here."
"Tough shit, I'm not climbing down from here, so unless you're planning on going to jail for murder, you're stuck with me."
I sighed and continued surfing through my old photos when my eyes caught a particular pair of red, lacy panties.
"Holy shit, I just had the best idea ever!"
"What? You're gonna stop being an immature brat and actually do something with yourself?" she asked.
"What? No! I'm gonna post this picture to my Instagram page." I showed her the picture, making her shake her head.
"What?" I asked.
"Instagram isn't enough. Post it to the school newsletter! Everyone reads that thing, they basically force you."
I grinned. "Woah, you're evil!"
She nodded. "Right?!"
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The next day at school flew by. I paid no attention, as usual. I just couldn't wait to see Najeem again. Everyone seemed to have opened their email, judging by how many people were talking about that nobody.
"Yo, senpai!" Najeem laughed, pointing at me.
I grinned. "Hey, panty boy!"
Najeem's smile slid off his face in a heartbeat. "What did you just say?" he asked.
"You heard me, Najeem," I said through clenched teeth. "Panties. Wearing. Bitch."
He scoffed. "No one will believe you," he said, gritting his teeth while looking around at all the faces staring at him in the hall.
"They saw your little… Friday fiasco. Remember that? When you danced on a stripper pole in nothing but red lingerie?" I whipped out my phone and showed him the email.
His face dropped even more, eyes full of rage.
"Lighten up, it was gold, remember?" I smiled, looking him in the eye.
That's when it all went to hell.
"You mother fucker!" Najeem grunted suddenly, tackling me to the ground in 0.5 seconds.
Before I could react, his fists were pounding my face, blow after blow. I tried pushing him off while everyone else had their phones out, even Ty and Wells did nothing. Suddenly I had my next targets. And you know who else was watching from within the crowd? That damn Hera!
Najeem landed punch after punch to my handsome face.
"Hey, not the face! NOT THE FUCKING FACE!" I desperately screamed, trying to get him to stop. But there was no stopping this dude.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" we both heard.
I guess we were doing this. I kneed him in the balls and rolled us over, pounding him in the face as I hovered over him. He suddenly shoved me off of him and into a locker, charging at me until Ms O'Hara showed up again, and the crowd was suddenly sprinting away. Cowards.
"What the hell is going on here?!" she screamed.
"Najeem attacked me!" I winced as I clenched my bleeding nose, this time not completely lying. Leaving a few details out didn't really count, right? Wink.
O'Hara looked between us and sighed. "I guess I should deal with this. Damn children…" she muttered, guiding us to her office, though I was more than familiar with the route.
"You're an asshole, Najeem."
He chuckled dryly. "You're lucky O'Hara stopped me, or you'd have much more than a bloody nose, you punk bitch."
"God, shut up! Do you know what silence is?" O'Hara growled, throwing the door to her office open and slamming it when we were inside. I was worried about the window almost shattering, it did nothing to deserve that.
She took a seat at her fancy chair, glaring at us, but mostly me.
"I'm not gonna bother asking you what happened because I already know, I saw the email." She chuckled before catching herself, locking eyes with me. "Once again, you deserved that."
"Come on! My nose is bleeding, and all he has is a tiny scratch! I'm the victim!"
Najeem tensed suddenly. "Are you for real? That should count as cyber bullying! See, Ms. O'Hara? It was self-defense!"
She slammed her plastic gavel onto her desk. "Did I ask you to speak?"
"N-"
"Then don't!" She snapped before clearing her throat. "Now. You posted a video of him being stupid on a cafeteria table, then he posted those pictures, then you socked him in the jaw. Technically, you both should be suspended, but let's just call it even, it's too much paperwork."
We both stared at her in shock.
"What? Get out of here before I change my mind and expel you both."
We sprinted out of there, ignoring each other. Now how was I gonna explain this to mom and dad?
Hera's POV
Woah! Did that just happen? Did I actually end up helping JJ-boy get back at Najeem and get his revenge?
Since it was a half day today, we were released at around 12:30pm. And as soon as I got home, it was time to pick out my next character to cosplay so that I could confuse JJ again.
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The next day, I showed up at D. W. Bell High as the break dancing queen herself, Mina Ashido. I couldn't wait to see the look on Jason's face…
Whoa, wait a damn minute… What the hell is he doing in cosplay? Is this some sort of revenge plot?
"Oi, Raccoon Eyes!" JJ said in the gravelly voice of the Bomberanian. His cosplay was impressive, I'm not gonna lie. But his voice impression was not up to par.
"So, JJ, you finally caved and decided to cosplay, huh?" I said in the alien queen's voice. "Well, your uniform is impressive, but it's too bad your voice doesn't match…"
"Shut it, ya damn nerd!"
Good God, this dude fits the character too well… And that nickname is beginning to get extremely old.
"Would you quit calling me that already?!" I screamed, briefly breaking character.
"Bakugou says that to Deku all the damn time!" he oinked. "Deal with it, Raccoon Eyes."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I said, and cleared my throat. "Anyway, ya ready to face the crowd again?"
"Whatever, nerd," he replied with a scoff.
I rolled my eyes as we started walking towards our first class: Trigonometry.
"By the way, Raccoon Eyes," JJ said as we sat next to each other, breaking character with his sudden awkwardness, "that revenge plot to get back at Najeem was pretty cool. Thanks."
To my surprise, he showed me his fist. I returned the favor and fist bumped him. "Are you on drugs or something?" I asked with a chuckle.
He put his hand on his chest dramatically. "Can I not just be a nice dude?"
I nudged him playfully, getting back to breezing my way through the various numbers and letters on the page while the idiot next to me not-so-subtly kept copying my answers.
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When we went to the cafeteria for lunch, I took the initiative of sitting in front of JJ. I noticed that his "dude bro" Najeem wasn't sitting next to him, as I predicted.
"Where's that 'bro' of yours?" I teased, stealing a piece of his chicken.
"Nerd, you know damn well we ain't talking after that fight we had!" JJ answered. "Damn near killed me yesterday!"
"I'm your next problem if you don't shut the hell up with that nickname!" I shouted.
"Take it easy, ya damn nerd," JJ said, trying to stay in character. "I didn't mean to ruffle your fea-"
"You know what, Jason…" I interrupted, visibly mad at the dumbass nickname. "You're incredibly immature. It's astounding. Honestly, fuck an egg. The deal is off," I said, watching his face drop completely."
"Hey-"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I shouted, shoving his hand away and leaving. I didn't bother looking back, but I imagined he was smiling at this little "victory" of his.
Jason's POV
Well then. This was good. This meant I was free of the crazy storm that was Hera, but strangely I felt a tug at my heart as I watched her walk away. Ew, what was wrong with me? Caring about the girl that made me eat testicles? No way. No fucking way. Maybe I was just hungry. Yeah, that was totally what was causing the pit in my stomach and definitely not an excuse. Either way, my feet moved on their own as I got up on top of the table and shouted: "I'm your baka!" while looking at Hera.
That caught the attention of some of the weaks. And of Hera's, who refused to look me in the eye.
"Hey, ya damn… cutie," I quickly corrected.
"Nice save," Hera said, rolling her eyes.
"You...uh...know more anime than I do! Which isn't really a compliment if you use context, but you get the idea!" I blurted, rubbing the back of my neck. "And...and your dad is buff as hell! I wish I had muscles like his! And...and I really adore your cosplays, they're a tiny tiny better than mine! Also-"
Hera put a hand up to stop me before I could embarrass myself even further. She jumped up on the table with me and said: "Say you are my baka."
I looked around awkwardly as a few still watched while stuffing their mouths.
"Why? I already-"
"Say it."
Quite frankly, the girl scared me, so I quickly complied. "I'm your baka!"
She smiled as a few people awkwardly laughed and hopped down, back to where she was sitting.
I slowly sat next to her, taking note of how she seemed more interested in her soggy burger than in me. "So… are we cool now?"
She looked at me and tilted her head. "What, miss me all of a sudden? I thought you said I was annoying?"
I shrugged, genuinely not having an answer. Did I miss her? I must've hit my head or read too many Shoujo stories.
"Then I guess the deal's back on."
I sighed but smiled nonetheless. "I guess so."
I looked around at the people still laughing my way, stupid insults flying from their mouths. Yep, my reign was officially over… but I don't think I cared too much.
"Ooh! We gotta get you a Momo outfit! How do you feel about skirts, JJ-boy?"
Okay, maybe I cared a little, now I had that weirdo in my ear again. A cute weirdo, but still a weirdo.
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"You're digging yourself in a bigger hole that you're already in, man…" Wells told me once I met him in the parking lot. Hera had dipped and my dad was late, probably doing some spy/hacker shit, so Wells was the next best option.
"Piss off. I'm here for a ride, not judgement. Don't you have a Mina body pillow anyway?" I asked, getting into the ugly car.
"Hey, don't bring my waifu into this!" He shouted before looking around and spotting a weak holding her skateboard. "Uh, waffle! Don't bring my waffle into this! Heh…"
Nice one, Wells. I shook my head as Wells began driving.
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Man, that was totally nuts… Not only did I almost lose my chance for redemption, but I ended up embarrassing myself trying to get her back.
When I got home, I fell into a deep sleep that night, wondering what Hera was going to do next…