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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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Roxanne's Pov:
As I reluctantly followed Mal to our first class, I had noticed the hallways were overall deserted. I assumed that most of the guys had already made it to class before we did. Mal didn't seem like the type to ever go to class, so I was kinda surprised to see him going. With his parole office escorting us, I could see why he didn't ditch it today. Glancing over in his direction, I could tell he was pretty annoyed about it, but he didn't say a word, not from the time we left our arranged accommodations in the cell to our now approaching class.
Just as we stopped in front of a door similar to the mess hall, but instead read, "English" with the same faded white letters, the parole officer grabbed Mal's arm which earned him a growl.
"You'll be seeing Chris McLean, the headmaster before you step into class today, Mal." The parole office said, with indifference while still gripped Mal's arm. "There is no getting out of it."
"Let go, Raph!" Mal snarled with obvious dislike from being touched. "I mean it!...Today is not the day to piss me off."
Raph, the parole office release his hold on Mal, and they both glared at each other. "Come along, or I'll be forced to inform the headmaster of your recent behavior lately," Raph replied, with an iron fierceness that apparently was enough to challenge Mal's own stubbornness.
Mal rolls his eyes, and lets out a weary sigh; with a dark grin that matched the dark circles under his eyelids, he replies, "Fine. Don't want to keep the headmaster waiting, do we?..." Then he chuckled to himself more than to anyone else.
They both turn back the way they came, heading up front to the main office. I stood there for a minute without a thing to say, so I pivot around and open the door, and head into the classroom dreading it with all my little black heart.
Duncan's Pov:
I wasn't gonna go to class today, but it wasn't like I had anything else better to do, so I did. Looking around I noticed the "usual" crowd, about twenty other guys not doing anything in particular. Guys throwing paper footballs across the room, one of the heavier guy picking on Elliot, (that's nothing new), some just sleeping, and the rest were trying to talk/yell over the other. My bros and me just sitting here chilling til class starts. Just same old, same old crap. Except for our "so-called-teacher," Major Thyng was still missing from this morning gathering of the noobs. I'm still wondering about that...
Just then I saw the classroom door open. It was a chick, but not just any chick. It was the one I saw Mal harassing earlier. And if I'm not mistaken, she's the same one I saw kick Steve through a wall at the mess hall. I chuckled at the memory, as I thought to myself, "That goon totally deserved it too. I've been itching to put his punk-ass through a wall myself for awhile, truth be told."
"She's kinda cute though with that flamin' red hair and sharp green eyes. From the looks of it, I bet she gave Mal quite a bit of hell back there, and...he's absent once again. No surprise there." I mused as I leaned further back in my desk with my arms folded behind my head.
Just as she closed the door, and turned around scanning the room with little interest; the door opens again and in comes Chef. He sees her standing there, and smirks whereas she narrows her eyes like a hawk. Chef strolls to the front of the class, and stand on the right-hand side of the desk. He looks around the room himself then cleared his throat, but to no avail. I grin.
He sees this, and grins back at me then pulls out an airhorn, and let it rip. As the loud noise from the small can of screams echoes across the room, everyone gets quiet almost instantly, while the new chick and a few other guys cover their ears to shield the blast.
"Good. Now that I have your undivided attention-" Chef began but was cut off by some guy in the front roll with a shaved head wearing a gray and white jersey.
"Hey, Chef, who's the babe?!" He announced while he lazily ogled her. "Hey there hot stuff, you can sit here." He pats his lap.
She cocks an eyebrow, but before she got one word out, Chef barked back at him with irritation, "I was getting there you smart-mouthed, little bigot." He cleared his throat and started again. "Now if there are no more interruptions, this is one of our new recruits that just came in today."
Turning towards the new chick, Chef said, "Introduce yourself maggot!"
Before she could "jersey boy" interrupted the scene once again, and winks at the new girl. "Heeeey!...The name's Lil' Joe, and I'm one of the toughest thugs you'll ever meet. I can lift 150lbs. with just one arm alone. If you decide to sit with me, you can be my lil' shorty."
She turned from glaring at Chef to looking in everyone's direction with this all-too-familiar-evil-smirk I know I've seen before, but just can't put my finger on it...
She waves at Lil' Joe, and sweetly replies,"Hi!...The name's Roxanne...a.k.a Red. Trust me there's a reason why I'm called that, and if you decide that you'd like to keep your "pride", I'll then decide not to rip off your arm, and shove it up your ass."
The class goes dead, and Lil' Joe's eyes get big as saucers as he starts to pale at her statement, then Chef erupts into laughter followed by my bros and me, and the rest of the room. As soon as Chef stopped laughing, he left the room, and I waved at the new girl, Red to come sit with my crew. She beamed and strolled our way with a bounce in her step.
Mal's Pov:
I wait impatiently as I sit in the headmaster, Chris's office. Apparently, he was out at the moment, so I was forced to sit in one of his cheap, brown-leather chairs as I wait. Nothing new had changed since the last time, I was pulled in here. Same boring posters about "Opportunity", "Success", and " Other positive crap" same photos of this success as the host of Total Drama tv series, and other shows I've never heard, and some photos of him everywhere else posted.
Five minutes went by, and I was still waiting, so I decided to take some of Chris's darts, and throw a few at his grammar shots he's got posted everywhere. It kept me amused for another five minutes, but by then I was starting to lose my patience when I heard the door clicked open, and heard Chris voice. I thought to myself, "Finally!"
I turn around in my seat to see Chris and Chef idly glide towards Chris's desk. Both had a knowingly smirk on their face. "Weeeeell Mal. You wanna tell us what you did to Major Thyng?...Hmm..." Chris said with an overly-excited jeer.
"Oh, we both know what he did, Chris," Chef said folding his arm across his chest without blinking an eye.
Chris turns around, and looks at Chef with a-not-so-amused-look, and says, "I know we know "what he did, Chef", but I need to know why!"
"Now Mal why'd you do it?" Chris says as he turns back to Mal.
I look from one idiot to another as I lazily yawn. "Isn't it obvious?...Because I can. Plus it was totally worth it. He's been on my case all week, and you know it"
They both look from one to the other, and Chris scowls as he says, "Well Mal, I can't have you sneaking half a gallon of latex in Major Thyng's dinners. That's almost as bad as food poisoning. Which is something I might use in the next upcoming Total Drama season if the lawyers don't get in my way. Chef wrote that down, and remind me about it again later."
Chef shakes his head and pulls out a notebook to take notes. "Whatever."
"It seems you were already given a punishment about this little mishap of yours, but I'm not quite satisfied with it, sooooo... I've decided that from now on since Ms. Davison is your new roommate, that you'll also have to share both you and her's shower times together. That way none of the other guys will take advantage of her, and since I know you hate everyone; including girls. I won't have to worry about you trying anything funny."
I paled and almost hit the floor. Chris and Chef rioted with laughter as soon as they took one look at me.
"There is no way in HELL I'm doing that!..." I panted with anger at even the mere thought of such a birdbrain scheme.
"I'm afraid Mal, that it's not optional. I've already made my decision and its final. If that's all you have to say on the matter you may go back to class now." Chris said with a cunning smile sitting in his office chair with both of his hands entwined.
I jumped up out of my chair and stormed out of the office. Not even remotely caring about the door slamming behind me whatsoever.
Chris's Pov:
I cringe as the door slams shut, and then I sigh as I sag back into my comfy chair. Looking at Chef staring at me, I say, "What?!"
"I hope the girl doesn't try to sue you for this like that "Courtney girl" did from tv series. This could end badly for you, ya know." Chef says with complete seriousness, as he puts the notebook down on the desk.
"Aww...You worry too much Chef. It'll be just fine. I just wish I could have gotten away with installing a few cameras in the shower room though." Chris sighs with a depressed look.
Chef gives Chris a weird look.
"Now what?!" Chris demands with an aggravated look.
"You're a creep, you know that right?" Chef says, as he shakes his head again, and exits the office to returns back to class.
"What's that suppose to mean?!" Chris shouts at the closed door and then turns to look at himself everywhere. "Hey!...Who's been taking shots at me?!...Aww...Look at this!"
Mal's Pov:
I made it back to class in an, even more, foul mood when I discover that as soon as I slammed the door open, and practically breaking it off it hinges that, Red's over there hanging with that peon, Duncan. Everyone immediately turns to stone when they see me in the doorway staring back at all of them. I take a deep breath, as I hear their stupid whispers about me coming to class, and go to my seat in the back, and wait yet again for Chef and this stupid class to be over with so I can ditch the rest of the day. And possibly find a way to get back at the headmaster for my now "arranged showers" with Red, whose over there now chirping with Duncan and his pair of idiots.
Only a few minutes past since I took my seat when Chef decide to grace us with his presence and start the class. As soon as he opened his mouth, I slouched further in my chair, and without even trying to hide it, I close my eyes for some shut eye. I wasn't worried about it because everyone knew better than to try to prank me asleep or awake. Apparently, Chef decided to not call on me or even try to confront me further after the little incident we had in Chris's office. So I drifted off to sleep shortly after...
Oh noes!... Looks like things are starting to heat up. How will Mal ever live this down, and how will Red take the news about their shared "shower arrangements"? Find out soon enough...
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