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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or anything related to or from the 'Total Drama' Franchise. All characters are owned by Tom McGillis and Jennifer Pertsch. I do not profit nor make any money from this.

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Roxanne's Pov:
Chef dismissed class some thirty minutes after another guy left. I think Duncan said his name was Elliot, he claimed he wasn't feeling well, so everyone piled out of the classroom shortly after, and I lagged behind not really caring too much though. I wasn't sure where to go from that point since I was still technically new. Even though Mal had already made his grand escape, I wasn't too worried about it at the moment.
Well, my first class was rather interesting as side from Mal's random outburst, and nearly shoving me into the guy sitting next to him/his lap. Believe it or not, I met a few friends which for me is extremely rare considering my oddly enough personality. Duncan and his guys are not half bad. I might consider hanging with them later, so I don't have to deal Mal's attitude. The guy is not too bad, but he's...he's..well, hell, I don't know how to explain it. He's just kinda...pushy, and he has a temper. There, I said it, and then I left out a sigh.
While was lost in thought, I passed several crowds of guys in between classes. Some of them had different unnatural hair colors that were similar to Duncan's and his friends, but most of them looked like wanna-be thugs and the such. None of it really bothered me though, I wasn't the type that was scared very easily, and I never let them know if I am afraid, because guys like that feed off of it.
Funny enough though, the rest of the day went by rather fast with Duncan and his gang to hang out with. We laughed and cut up, and shared our history of pranks and the stuff. Lunch was rather bland. The food looked as bad as the food they served on Total Drama shows did. I really didn't eat much, and if you took one look at it you wouldn't feel too much like eating either. I think my spaghetti was breathing...Seriously. I think it was...
Mal's Pov:
I am not the type of guy that is used to being shamed in front of others. So today out of the seventeen years of my chaotic-causing lifestyle, I felt many things for the first time and a lot of those feelings...I wasn't too happy with. Rage. Indifference. I was okay with. Even annoyance. Embarrassment though. Not so much. It didn't sit with me very well, to say the least, which only darkened my mood further.
Worst of all, I had done everything in my power to forget those memories of Mike, and his other four peons for personalities. I was glad that I was free of them, but at the same time, I wanted no one to know about my connection with those fools. I had a reputation to uphold here, and I sure as hell am not going to lose it. Not to anything. Or anyone.
As these thoughts consumed my mind, I continued to lift weights to relieve some of my stress from this cursed day of mine. The barbell was one of my favorites, so I went with it for a time. I was sweating so much, I took a break for a few minutes to catch my breath. Laying there on the bench, I had chosen the gym because I knew at this time of day, not anyone would be here to piss me off further. Not that I wouldn't mind pounding someone's face in the ground, but for the moment I needed this peace to myself. I just wasn't in the mood.
"Hey, Mal!.."
Hearing the sound of my name being said out loud kind of set me off, so I sprung up, and low and behold there should the dweeb, Elliot, but I noticed he was holding something in his left hand.
"What'da want peon?..Can't you see I'm busy here?!" I said, as I was starting to get annoyed with this one.
He smirked nervously at me as he continued to stare on at me as he waved his papers at me, and then said all-matter-a-factly,"The gig is up, Mal. I'm not your slave or peon anymore."
"Oh, really?!..Who says?!" I ask as I cocked an eyebrow.
"I do!" He says.
"You do," I reply.
He takes step toward to me, and presents the papers to me, and continues, "Yes. You see these papers. They're your personal records I pulled from the main office the earlier today."
I snatch them from him, as I give him a deadly glare. Before I look at them, I comment, "And your point is?..."
He steps even closer still, and says, "They reveal your little secret. One I'm sure you don't want anyone to know about. From now on you will not be harassing me, and I will not be your peon anymore. Because who's to say, if I were to show them to anyone, they would-,"
At that point, I was fuming with absolute and total rage. I bolted from that bench, and I grabbed that little shrimp up by the nap of his neck, and I squeezed as hard as I could. How dare he even think to defy me?!..Me of all people!...
"You tell anyone about it!...And I will personally put you out of your misery permanently...Do you got that, you little shit?!" I said, with all my pent up stress and rage from today combined.
He nodded his head several times as he stared at me like I was the grim reaper himself.
He kicked and squirmed like a fish out of water, but I refused to let me go. Not yet. He needed to know his place. His face was turning from red to purple and was now turning blue. By that time, someone saw me, but I wasn't the type to chicken out. I loved strutting my power around, that's what I do. I smiled maliciously. Nothing glad me more pleasure than bringing pain and misery to those around me.
Before I knew it, Duncan and his gang of fools arrived. I tossed the little ninny to the side and laughed viciously while I held my sides from my little moment of chaos.
"Hey, Mal!...You're gonna kill the little twerp. Knock it out, man!" Duncan said with a nervous frown, as he looks from me to the peon laying unconscious on the ground.
"Don't push your luck with me, Duncan!" I spit back as I turned to leave.
"Yeah...Well, whatever!" He calls back waving me off like I was some disease floating around in the air.
I was already out the door and gone so I didn't feel much like sticking around any longer for a parole officer to show, and then having been at Chris's mercy once again. With that in mind, I continued on my way to my cell, because I had already missed lunch, and I didn't care too much at that point. Classes were all over, and it was getting to that time I dreaded the most. "The shower time." I had forgotten about it due to all the nonsense that's happened so far today. I was not looking forward it. Not in the least bit...
Roxanne's Pov:
After an exhausting day in juvie, I threw myself on my bed, and just laid there like I was dead to the world, and I was loving it. Laying there, and not doing anything that is. Just as I was going over all the things that happened to me today, and wondering when or if Mal would show his face soon, I see him come stalking in the cell looking like something the cat dragged in. He looked absolutely miserable. If possible, his dark circles around his eyes looked like they had dark circles around them too. He hit his bed like a log and lays there for a minute or two then turns over and looks at me with this look like he's irritable about something.
"What's your problem?.." I finally asked because the silence was killing me.
He looks at me, and then says, "You."
"Me?..What'd I do?" I replied with confusion, then a thought reacquired to me, "Are you still mad at me because I woke you up in during class earlier today?!"
"Yes you, and yes, I'm still not happy about that either, but that's not why I'm pissed now!" He growled.
"Then what is it?.." I stated as I rolled over my side to get a better view of him.
He paused, and then rolls over, and puts his back to me, and grumbles, "You don't want to know. Now leave me alone, so I can get ten minutes of sleep before we have to shower, and hit the sack."
It never crossed my mind until now, but how was I supposed to shower? If my beliefs are correct, the showers in this facility were opened, and there was no exact privacy. Especially for someone like me. I just realized I was open prey for perverts, and other creeps. WTH?!...
I bit my lip as I nervously sit up, and ask, "Mal?.."
"What now?!" He groans.
"Where am I...going..to shower?" I squeaked out.
"Where do you think?!" He replied with annoyance.
"I don't know. That's why I asked you." I said, getting some of my mojo back.
He let out a long sigh and then rolled back over. He looked kind of nervous, but annoyed with the twitching of his left eyebrow as he replied, "Unfortunately with me."
I blinked several times, and then said, "What?!...Stop messing around!...Seriously."
He sits up, and crossed his arms over his chests, and says, " I. Am. Being. Serious."
"I'm not doing it," I said as I looked him dead in the eye, and dared him to tell me otherwise.
"It's not optional, princess. No Thanks to Chris, it's not." He says as he starts to smirk back at me.
"I'm still not doing it, and you can tell Chris that he can kiss the whitest part of my ass because it's not gonna happen." I challenge him with total defiance.
He smiles deviously at me. "I'd love to see you do that."
Before I could make a retort back at him, our parole office strolls up. He comes to a stop at our cell door, and says, "Time to clean up, and then lights out. You know the drill, Mal."
"Yeah, yeah.." Mal replies as he gets his clothes and other things ready to go shower.
"Oh!...Hold on a second." Raph replied, as though something he just remembered escaped his mind.
"What?" Mal calls back from behind as he goes through his locker with a towel hung over his shoulder.
Raph walked into the cell and whispers something in Mal's ear. Mal groans, but then nods as Raph leaves and continues down the hall.
Mal sits back on the bed and then looks back at me.
I stare back, and out of curiosity, and impatience I ask, "Well, what'd he say just now?!"
To be continued...Find out next time...
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