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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Last Time, (A Quick Recap)...
"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!"
Mal's Pov:
"No!..No!..No!..No!" I screamed in my head as I look from Chef and Roxanne back to Mike and the other fools that showed up. "I can't let her find out about my little secret! Everything will be ruined. If Vito doesn't try to woo her by telling her about his "Whole-New-Bod" story, I'm at least 99% sure Manitoba will!"
I begin to fret and I begin to panic, and this is not an emotion I'm familiar with considering my "Whole-Malevolent-Lifestyle". I had to come up with something, and something quick. Without waiting for Chef or Roxanne to enter the room, I dashed into the cafeteria as fast as I could, and stop dead in my tracts right in front of Mike and Zoey, and the other fools (who-I-wish-not-to-name at this giving time), and I reach over the lunch table and grab Vito by his dark grey jersey as I stared him down.
Everyone at this point stopped what they were doing and talking about, and gasped.
"If you or any of you mention, how we got to be the way we are now or about Mike's MPD, I'm gonna strangle every single one you in your sleep, did you hear me?!" I panted, as I glared at all of them.
"Yo dude! Watch the threads!" Vito retorted as he yanked himself free, and glowered at me over the table while straightening up his shirt. "What's your problem? You didn't care before? Why now?"
"Vat vas not very nice, Mal!" Svetlana stated as she pouted at me with the same look Vito just gave me.
"Yeah, mate. We can all this way just to see you too. I guess old habits never die with this bugger." Manitoba said as he shook his head looks to Mike for assistance.
"Mal, why are you so upset?..I've never seen you so flustered before. Did something happen?" Mike started as he looked at me with a confused expression on his face.
"I am not flustered, you imbecile!" I bellowed at them, as I started to lose my patience. I took a deep breath, and said, "Just keep your mouths shut, and don't tell-,"
"Tell who what?"
A cold sweat starts to pour down to the back of my neck, and I slowly turn around, and even though I already was certain who it was, I still looked anyways to find a confused and curious looking Roxanne looking from me to Mike and everyone else.
Just how much of that did she hear?...
"Well, I see my work here is done, I'll be back in an hour's time." Chef winked at me as he smiled like the devil himself. "Play nice, Mal."
Roxanne's Pov:
I was thrown off when Chef called down the hall to me "to meet Mal's family". I really didn't know what to say or how to react that. How he knew I was there, was beyond me. I never imagined Mal having a family to be honest, but don't get me wrong I'm not trying to sound heartless. I mean everyone has a family of their own right?... I just could never see Mal as a "family guy" before, he always seemed more like...more like someone who was abandoned or maybe an orphan. Hell, I don't know. I sure wasn't expecting this, that's for sure. While I was lost in thought, Mal had taken off through the cafeteria doors and disappeared inside leaving Chef and me behind, so I decided to follow Chef inside the cafeteria as well to see what had Mal in such a panic. I've never seen him freak out before or even show any sign of unease, whatever it was I was going to find out.
When I peeked through the doors, I saw Mal in a heated discussion with several people who I assumed was his family and relatives. There were five faces I was pretty sure I never saw before, and four of them looked similar to Mal's features. The one Mal was hissing at was a guy with dark hair that matched Mal's and four others, it was slicked back out of his face, and he was wearing a jersey. He looked like he was about in his early twenties judging by his toned body, and his voice wasn't as deep as Mal's, but you could still tell that he was older. Oddly enough he also had an Italian accent to top it off.
"Yo dude! Watch the threads!" He complained as he tore himself free from Mal's cuffed grasp, and giving Mal a dirty look. "What's your problem? You didn't care before? Why now?"
"Vat vas not very nice, Mal!" One of the females, which earned Mal another glare. Where I was standing, I could tell she was tall from the way she held herself in her chair. She also looked like she was older like the guy in the jersey, but she seemed a little bit older than him. She was slim but she wasn't scrawny either. She had short dark curls that framed her face with long dark eyelashes and thick-full red lips. She seemed very confident in herself.
"Yeah, mate. We can all this way just to see you too. I guess old habits never die with this bugger." This reply came from another guy as well wearing a fedora. He seemed like he was peeved by Mal's response and looked in the direction of the only other guy I just now noticed. The guy in the fedora also had the same dark locks share by Mal and the other two I just mentioned. He had a sense of cockiness and looked like he had been around the bend long enough to know a thing or two. Judging by his face, he looked like he was a few years older than the female with the dark curls.
"Mal, why are you so upset?..I've never seen you so flustered before. Did something happen-," Came the reply from the last guy to speak, but then Mal cut him off before he could continue.
This guy looked like he could pass as Mal's twin, they looked so much alike that it was uncanny; only he had spiky hair and bangs that stood straight up out of his face. He seemed timider than Mal and nervous. He looked like one of the guys at my schools that would be constantly bullied. The redhead sitting next to him, frowned at Mal as she held the other guy's hand.
"I am not flustered, you imbecile!" Mal belted out at them, as he began to pant heavily. He took a deep breath, and said, "Just keep your mouths shut, and don't tell-,"
That's when my curiosity got the better of me, and I replied without thinking, "Tell who what?"
Mal froze as soon as he heard my voice like a deer caught in the headlights, he slowly turned around, but before he could say anything Chef gave a devilish smile and winked at Mal as he said, "Well, I see my work here is done, I'll be back in an hour's time. Play nice, Mal."
I'm not sure what he meant by that, but the same time I think somewhere in the back of my mind I do, and that's kind of scary. Again before Mal could say any word out, everyone erupted into a loud cheer, and whipped out a chocolate cake topped with candles lit, and started singing "Happy Birthday" to Mal.
I wasn't sure if I should sing along, laugh, or just pretend I never saw any of it. I never saw this coming; snapping out of my daze, I saw Mal's right eye start twitching. He looked like he was seriously going to hurt somebody, but then he sighed like air being sucked out of a balloon his shoulders sagged and he sat at the table. I never thought I'd see Mal give in so easily, he must be up to something, I just don't buy it.
The redhead (whose name I still didn't get) smiled and flagged me over as she was gesturing me to take a seat beside Mal. I gingerly made my way towards everyone as they wrapped up the end of the song, and as the "jersey guy" slapped Mal on the back to congrats him on his birthday. I took my seat and looked over at Mal as he looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here at the moment. Everyone was so excited to wish Mal a happy birthday that everyone started talking all at once which caused them to try to talk over each other, soon it started to get really loud.
The guy with the fedora stood up and whistled to get everyone attention to get them to settle down; gesturing with his hands he said, "Alright. Everyone just settle down now, eh?...Seems our little bloke here has snagged himself a sheila of his own, and she be a mighty pretty one too, eh?"
He elbowed Mal in the ribs, and gave him a wink as he said, "You sly dingo, you! Since it's your 18th birthday, I don't imagine you folks are going to tie the knot sometime soon?!.. Am I right?"
My face turned beet red, and looking at Mal he just laughed and smiled smugly as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and said, "Well, shucks, I guess you found us out. It was supposed to be a surprise. We've been going steady now for some time."
He turns and looks me directly in the eye as he continued, "Roxanne and I have had a real "flare" you could say. 'Been planning to run away together, and get hitched. Wouldn't that just be romantic, Red?.."
"Aww!" The two female of the group said as they sighed in unison.
I threw his arm off of me and roared at him, "The Hell we are!?... And, no, Mal it would not be romantic, at least not with you."
"Oh Red, how could you say that after everything we've been through?.." He says mockingly as he pretends to be crestfallen.
"Oh get over it, you drama king," I muttered.
I blinked for a second because then it hit me, I looked him in the eye and said, "And how did you get those handcuffs off?"
"With this." He said calmly waving my knife in the air, and then placing it back in his pocket before I could take it from him.
I just glared at him. He was impossible.
"So you guys are not dating then?" The spiky-haired guy asked as he tilted his head as if to study us.
"No Mike, it appears that we are just not meant to be," Mal replied smugly as he looked down at the cuffs he just removed.
"That's too bad, Mal. You should try dating, it might improve your attitude." The redhead said as she frowned at Mal again.
Mal only chuckled at her comment.
The one called "Mike" stood up and decided to introduce everyone.
He indicated that the "jersey guy" was called Vito, and he waved and said, "Yo! What up?", then the "fedora guy" whose name was Manitoba Smith just smiled as he greeted me with a firm handshake, after him, he introduced me to the dark-haired lady whose name is Svetlana, she gave me a bright-big smile and also gave me a handshake. The last person he introduces to me was his girlfriend, and her name was Zoey. She seemed sweet, she waved and said "hi" as she came around the table to give me a hug, which was awkward for me because I usually don't do the "hug-thing", but I didn't want to be rude, so I went with it.
Mike continued on, "Today is Mal's birthday, so last year we decided we would start coming and wishing him the best, but he never seems to like it much. This year he seems more...well more eager to participate. If you guys aren't dating then, you're just friends then right?'
"Sort of. More like rivals than anything." I said as I cocked an eye at Mal as he smirked at my comment.
"You should be careful, Mal can be a very dangerous person to cross," Zoey said with concern.
"Yeah...Found that out this morning." I said as I touched my bandaged wound glaring at Mal.
He just continues to act like he knew nothing, and started whistling to myself, and stopped when he saw me giving him the stink eye and said, "What?"
"You know what," I said flatly.
He chuckled as he was about to help himself to some cake, but Sventlana caught onto to what he was doing, taking the cake knife away from him, and said, "Vu can't eat ze cake 'til vu blown out ze candles and makes za vish first!"
"That's right, mate! Make a wish!" Manitoba said, winking at Mal, then suddenly Mike and Zoey started putting party hats on us both that matched everyone else's.
"Sure thing, Mani." Mal smirks, then looks to me and says, "Blow them out."
"You blow them out," I said as I gave him a look.
"But, I insist." Mal urged.
"No thanks, it's your cake," I said not giving in.
"I rather "you do it"." He drawled on.
"Blow. It. Out. Yourself." I said through clenched teeth, as I was starting to get tired of his game.
Mike and everyone else's eyes kept looking from Mal to me like it was a tennis match, as we continued our battle of wills.
"But I rather have you do it instead." He rattled on with a smug grin.
"Mal, Blow out the damn candles already!" I growled at him as we never lost eye contact.
"Have it your way then." He shrugged as he blew out, and Sventlana sliced Mal the first piece.
"About time. You two need to get a room or something. I thought Christmas would come before we would get any cake." Vito complained as he dived in for some cake, but Sventlana smacked his fingers with the cake knife.
"Vu use the knife, and not vour fingers. Learn some manners, Vito." Sventlana said as she scowled Vito for not using the cake knife.
"Fine, just give me the stupid thing then." He said as took the knife from her, and cut him a slice.
Vito sat back down and eat his piece of cake in silence as everyone else dug in to get them some, as I was eating my piece, I noticed that Vito was studying Mal and me very closely.
He then pointed his fork at Mal, and spoke up, "So how'd you get this one, Mal? What poor sap did you cream this time?"
I look down to see that Vito was indicating Mal's bandaged hand. Mal smiled like it was nothing, and commented, "Oh this?...You like it?...Roxanne gave me this. I guess it's her gift to me on my special day, huh?"
He elbows me in the ribs harder than I would have preferred he did and winks at me. I choke on the cake, and spat at him, "I most certainly did not. Don't even try to pin that on me. You took that upon yourself to get that cut."
He threw his head back and laughed, then wiped tears from his eyes as he said, "Good point. Did you like the one I gave you?... I guess I could have left my initials."
Everyone gasped at Mal's comment.
"You know you're completely insane, right?" I stated as I took a drink of punch since my throat was so dry from choking on the cake.
"You flatter me, Roxanne, but next time I won't stop there." He said matter-of-factly as he finished his piece of cake.
I glared at him over my cup, I was about smear his smug face with his own cake, but before I said or did anything in retaliation, Mike intervened and announced that everyone gifts. Since some of them had to be left home because juvie wouldn't allow certain ones to pass, so Mal ended up with mostly clothes, (Vito snuck in an iPod), and Manitoba tried to smuggle Mal a rattlesnake in, but Mike confiscated it from him.
Not long after Chef returned, and I'm not sure how or when, but Mal had his handcuffs back on as if they had never left his wrists. Mike and the others wished Mal a "happy birthday" once again before leaving, they said their goodbyes and made promises that they would return soon. Everyone smiled and waved as they left out of the cafeteria full of excitement.
I blinked, I was not really sure if any of that really just happened or if this whole day had been some kind of a crazy dream, and at any minute I would wake up, and not remember a thing.
Chef had lead us to class, and not much happened, and it just got kind of boring after that. We both went our separate ways, I hung out with Duncan once again, but didn't mention "Mal's party" to him or anyone. It wasn't that I was scared, I just didn't know how to even go into that without it being weird and all. Plus I'm pretty sure Mal would not be too happy if he did find out about it, but I refuse to let him intimidate me like that. I guess I just felt that it really wasn't anyone else's business, so I left it at that.
Some time during the day Chris made an announcement that the some of the cell doors were not functioning properly, but not to worry because the others doors were, so no one was escaping anytime soon. Which I thought, "Well that's just great. Now every creep in here can roam around during the night if it doesn't get fixed before then."
Ironically enough by the end of the day, the doors were still not fixed, so I dreaded sleeping tonight.
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