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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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Chef's Pov:
From the look of things, those kids are playing dangerously again, and whichever one of them is hoarding the blade better hope Chris doesn't find out about it. I pondered over this as I watched them head to the nurse's office in silence. Speaking of which, I wonder if I should tell Chris about it myself, but then again it's not my problem. I had other stuff I had to attend to, such as Mal's visitors. I shrugged it off and continued on my way to my office, I had some paperwork for them to fill out before they could see Mal. Just as I rounded the corner that led my office, I see a handful of delinquents running past me giggling like a couple of school girls. It was pathetic, and it was making me sick.
"Hey, you bunch of silly girls!...Stop running and get to your classes! Don't make me come after you!..It's the third time this week I've warned you about that, Duncan!.." I shouted at top of my lungs.
"Sorry about that Chef!...Catch ya later!" He says with sarcasm wearing a devilish smirk. He winks at me and waves as he continues to flee the scene.
"Can it maggot!" I yelled in return. Shouting is good, gets the mucus in your throat loosen up. Good stuff.
I smiled at that thought, and head inside the door of my office, and I turned to the wall and flicked on the lights, and was about to sit at my desk when I froze.
"Those little shits!..." I growled.
Everything in my office was being suspended in the air. It was all hanging from the ceiling. My desk with everything still on it, my office chair, the plants in the corner from Total Drama Island, my workout bench, my soda machine, and my fridge. At first, I was pissed, but then, I wasn't even mad anymore, I was actually kind of impressed. I'm impressed. How'd the hell did they do that?!..And where the hell did they get those tarp straps from?!...
As soon as I touch the desk, it collapsed on of top me, and then I was pissed. Again.
Mal's Pov:
I was pretty satisfied with myself today, so I took my time to Nurse Nancy's office, I saw no need to hurry, especially when I knew who it was that came to visit me. I don't even know why they bother coming this far, I couldn't care less one way or the other, but I have to admit things have been very different, and kind of on the strange side because of it. Seeing all of them coming here every other week when they usually would go out of their way to avoid me, it was weird even for them. Either way, I hated it, and I hated it more because I was sure more than ever that they were doing it out of pity.
I stopped thinking about it when I walked into the nurse's office whistling my favorite tune and saw old Nurse Nancy scowl at me.
"Knock before you enter next time, Mr. Mal." She said sternly as she walked to a gray cabinet behind her desk.
I threw my hands up like I was being arrested, and said, "Sorry Mrs. Jones, I'll try to remember that next time."
"See that you do." She replied as she opened up the cabinet door and pulled out a medicine bottle in one hand, and a syringe in the other. She walked over the cot that I now noticed Roxanne sitting on the edge of.
"Take a sit over by my desk, Mr. Mal." She remarked as she indicating one of the chairs close to her office desk. "Oh, and Mr. Mal..."
"Yeah?" I humored her as I lazily lounged in a chair. I had started to use my hands to support the back of my head, but then remembered the knife wound, so I didn't. I cocked my head back in her direction.
"Try not to cause any problems this time." She responded with an indifference tone as she turned around back to Roxanne.
I smirk as I close my eyes for a minute, and reply, "Whatever you say, Nurse Nancy, I wouldn't dream of it."
After that, the room fell silent, and I could feel Roxanne glaring daggers at me even with my eyes closed, but it didn't bother me. On the contrary, I rather enjoy getting her all rallied up, and to be honest, I wasn't sure why aside from the chaos that ensued shortly afterward.
"Now, this is an antibiotic that will keep your wound from getting infected. Please don't move while I give you a shot to help it heal faster." Nurse Nancy explained to Roxanne as she raised the tiny antibiotic bottle to the light and, punctured the lid with the needle.
I open my eyes to see Roxanne nod her head in understanding of the procedure that Nurse Nancy was about to undergo, and within seconds the shot was over. The nurse then bandaged up the rest of the cut.
"Well, there you go, Ms. Roxanne. Try to be more careful next time, and don't get any more cuts like that one. Even though this one wasn't severe, it's still a nasty cut." Nurse Nancy said as she turned her attention now in my direction.
I showed her my hand, and she shakes her head and heads back the cabinet for more supplies.
"Yeah, Roxanne. You should be more careful." I sneered as I saw her eyes flash with anger.
"Shut it, Mal!" Roxanne snarled at me with a dangerous tone, that I didn't know she had. I was impressed, and slightly intrigued by it actually.
"Oh right! Both of you behave yourselves. I don't know what you two have been up to, to get such nasty cuts, but I won't have you acting like a bunch of spoiled brats. Act your age, and that's to the both of you!" She stated firmly as she peers over the cabinet door.
Again Roxanne gives me the stink eye and flips me the bird as I just smile smugly back at her.
Roxanne's Pov:
I had done my best to collect myself in Mrs. Jones office before Mal strutted in whistling with his arrogance. Geez! I'd like to punch him in his pie hole right now instead of sitting here just glaring at him, but I didn't say anything as the nurse took care of my neck wound. At least, not until that comment he made about me being more careful when he was the jerk that gave me the cut in the first place.
But then Nurse Nancy's outburst, shut both of us up, at least for now. He was not getting away with this, that was for damn sure. I will admit that little scuffle we had back in the cell did shake me up quite a bit. I haven't been afraid of anyone before up until now, except for when my mother doesn't have her diet soda on hand when she wants it. That is not something you want to experience first hand, trust me. My mother is a scary person when she is pissed off, and you really don't want any of that, maybe that's where I get my anger issues from who knows.
I watched in silence as she explained to Mal that she would have to give him a few stitches in his hand. Like mine, she cleaned the wound, gave him a shot, and sewed up his hand. Then wrapped it with a few bandages to keep it clean and prevent infections.
"All done, you both may leave now unless you have any questions, which I see you don't. Please try not to repeat this incident." She said as she surveyed us both for a minute before she returned to the cabinet to put away the remaining medicine supplies.
Without a word, we both left her office, Mal headed to the cafeteria, and I..I wasn't sure where to go after that, I suppose I should go to class, but on the other hand, I was curious to see who was crazy enough to come visit Mal of all people. So I slacked off some, and pretended to go to class instead, and waited long enough to follow at a safe distance.
Mal's Pov:
After old Nurse Nancy bandaged me up like a mummy, we both headed out the door. I flexed my now wrapped up hand to attempt to loosen the tight bandages up a smudge. I've had worse. I smile its been an interesting day as of so far.
I glance over, and notice Roxanne slowly heads off in another direction, I don't put too much thought into it, I had my fun, for now, there is always more time for that later. I continue to make my way to the cafeteria to meet Chef there for another wonderful visit from Mike and the other idiots that follow.
As soon as I get there, I see him waiting for me wearing a scowl on his face, he says," Well, it's about damn time you got here. I figure it would be Christmas before you decided to grace me with your presence."
I laughed, and replied, "Just put the handcuffs on, and let's get this over with."
"Don't get smart with me you little punk! Back in my day, if I talked to my superiors that way, I wouldn't have much of a jaw left to rattle."
I roll my eyes as he places the cuffs on my wrists, and then he leads me inside through the door but stops.
Chef turns around as though something had caught his eye with a smug grin, he shouts, "Hey, Roxanne! Come and meet Mal's family!"
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