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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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Earlier on that day...
Chef's Pov:
I walked back into Chris's main office for what felt like the tenth time today to find out why he had sent for me yet again. I closed the door and saw him all laid back in his black leather office chair with his legs propped up on the desk crossed. As soon as he saw me enter, he quickly put his feet down and hopped up from his seat with great excitement as he strolled towards me.
"Chef!...Great! You're here. I have something I want you to do for me." He said as a grin stretched across his face.
I roll my eyes because anything Chris comes up with usually ends up being something I will regret. I sigh as I say, "What is it now?"
Chris pouts, and then starts to grin again with enthusiasm, he says, "Oh, come Chef!...This'll be great! You'll see. After all, I've just decided that I'll have you keeping "an eye out" for Mal's and Roxanne's showers from now on."
I cock an eyebrow. "What?!...You want me to do what?!.."
"Yeah! I mean come on man! It'll be great. All you gotta do is be the chaperon, and make sure nothing happens there. I mean they are teenagers after all!...So naturally, the birds and the bees do happen to follow..."
That was it. There was no way in hell this Chef Hatchet was gonna do that."N.O. NO!..I'm not doing that Chris! No way!...I will quit, and I will-"
"Chef?...You making this sound like I'm doing something bad! I mean if the lawyers find out, at least we'd be able to confirm that there was adult supervision and that nothing really happened." Chris whines as he cuts me off.
I just stand there and glare back at him not liking this not one bit at all.
Chris smiles, and says,"I'll give you a raise if you do, and my hot tub is all yours for a full year!...A full year!"
I sigh and resign to it. "Fine, but this will come out of your butt if we get sued for this."
Chris claps his hands together in a little victory dance, as I turn around to head to the door, and say, "If that is all, I'm going."
"Oh wait! Don't forget to fill me in on the juicy details afterward." Chris says as he winks at me, sitting comfortably his chair as he was when I first entered.
"Yeah, whatever," I said as I shook my head closing the door, and left.
Roxanne's Pov:
It seemed like forever since our parole officer left, and everyone else around us filed out of their cells and headed to showers to get cleaned. I went over in my mind what Mal had told me that Raph said to him before he left so suddenly. He had said that we were to wait until everyone else had returned which would be about an hour and a half before we could leave our cell, and then to meet Chef at the end of the hall.
I really wasn't looking forward to this, and I'm pretty sure this is not legal for two teenagers of the opposite sex to be showering at the same time. I was really uncomfortable with this idea, and I can promise you this, Chris will get his before this is through.
Mal didn't even look at me once after he said what Raph had told him. He just sat in one of the chairs at the old, worn-down wooden table carving indention after indention till he became bored of that and then just sighed.
"I hope you got your stuff ready because I'm not going to wait for your highness when everyone gets back." He smirks at me from the corner of his eye.
I then realized I had forgotten to get my things ready, so I got up and got to it, and gave Mal "the one finger victory salute."
He chuckles out loud, but I pay him no mind, I just wasn't in the mood for this right now.
"Playing the silent game, huh?" He muses as he cocks his brow.
"No. I just want to get this day over with is all, and you're not helping one bit." I said with annoyance.
"Oh, I'm not, am I?" He ventures further.
"No, Mal, you're not. Please, just don't go there right now, okay?..." I replied, dryly.
"Am I wearing you down that fast already?" He continued on.
I took a deep breath and tried my damn hardest to drown out every and any thought of strangling him right now, and then I said, "I'll leave that for you to figure out on your own, until then, can we not get along, long enough to just get this over with?..You can't be any more excited about this than I am."
He didn't say anything for a minute as though he was carefully going over what I had just said, then he looked up, but he could say anything, the hall was soon filled with the sound of the guys coming back from the showers. Their loud, rowdy voices filled the entire hall and making their way back to their cells. When they saw us still there, some of them started making catcalls and rude gestures towards not just me, but Mal as well which was surprising to me, since I've never seen anyone so much as dare to make eye contact with him. I turned and noticed Mal was starting to get "that scary kinda upset way" again, and he hasn't scared me in a while to be honest, which when I thought about it was kinda odd for him, but then again I did just meet him today, so I really don't know him that well yet either.
"Shuuuuuut Up!..." He roared as he jumped up with fists clenched and heavily breathing. I jumped from his sudden outburst, which caused me to drop my things, so I quickly reached down to retrieve them.
He turned and headed out of our cell with a brisk stride, and I scooped up my remaining things, and hurriedly followed him trying to keep up. He glared at every single one of them on the way out, and most of them flinched and got back as far as they could in their cells, whereas some just glared back at him, but he didn't stick around to throw his weight around. I figured he either didn't have time, or it had something to do with other parole officers still in sight.
At the end of the hall, we opened the door and met up with Chef, who looked just as thrilled as we were to see him. Without a word, he led us to the showers which were only six halls down to the right.
As we stood in front of the door that led to the showers, and bathing areas Chef had stopped us from continuing inside. With arms crossed over his chest and a very stern look on his face, he says, "Alright, you two maggots. No fooling around in there. Get clean. Get out. I mean it. Don't make me have to come in there."
I nod my head in acknowledgment, and Mal just rolls his eyes as he impatiently running his hand over his face. Chef noticed, and says, "Don't give me any crap, Mal. Chris enjoys this kinda thing more than even I do."
I wasn't surprised by that statement, which reminded me of my promise that I was intending to keep before the day was out.
Then he added, "I'll be standing outside this door, so as to keep anyone else from entering."
Without any further adieu, I follow Mal inside the shower room. I began to look around, it was a lot bigger than I had thought it would be. There were plenty of shower heads everywhere, but no shower curtains whatsoever. So privacy was, in fact, a joke here.
"Well..don't be shy now, Red!...Might as well take it all off!" Mal says with a devilish smirk. He had already begun to strip by removing his shirt.
I slightly blush, but narrow my eyes because this was it, I had finally run out of patience for this guy. I then turned around, and roar, "You know what Mal!...I've just about had it up to here with you!...And I seriously mean it too!... You have officially activated "my bitch switch"!!"...
At that, I growled and stampede towards him like a bat out of hell. His smirk grows, and he waits for my attack, as I come charging at him. I throw a punch right dead in his face, but before it could find its mark, he catches my wrist, so I use my other. He also catches my other arm as well. I was about to kick him where the sun don't shine when I heard a voice come up from behind me.
"Well. Well. Well..This is what Mal does after hours..." A familiar voice jeers from behind me.
Mal releases me and shoves me aside, but his smirk never leaves his face. Then he comments as he tilts his head to the side, "What if it is? Are you jealous?"
I began to blush a little bit, but at the same time, I'm not sure why because I don't hold any feelings for Mal. None that I know of. I regain my balance, and glare back as I realize who they are. It was that guy I kicked from "the gathering" this morning. I think they said his name was "Steve" or something. He wasn't alone either. He brought a few friends with him, including that Trent kid as well.
Steve loses his smirk, and gnarls, "Pfff! Me! Jealous of what?!.."
A big-muscularly, looking guy with dark skin and black dreadlocks laughs and says, "Yeah, we just thought you'd share your girlfriend with us, Mal..."
The other guys laughed, and started giving me disgusting and longing stares.
I put on my best death stare and stood my ground. Mal saw this, and mouthed only loud enough in my direction, "Get behind me, princess. Or stay out of the way." I narrowed my eyes at him, and he continued, " I mean it, if you think those punches you threw at me are gonna work on them, you better think again."
I yielded and stepped behind Mal, but at the same time putting a little distance between us in case I need to step in.
It was then, I started to worry. "Where was Chef? I thought he was outside the door."
Well, snap! What are Mal and Roxanne going do now?...And where is Chef?!...Find out soon enough in the next chapter.
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