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It all started with a simple act of kindness. Okay, kindness isn't really my thing. Maybe spite is a better word to use when I describe this fateful act that ruined my life as I knew it. So, it all started with a simple, stupid, act of spiteful pity upon the wrong person. Actually, person isn't even the right word - being is more accurate, now that I think about it. Being, creature, monster, alien, whatever. Ugh, even now when things have changed so drastically, I still wonder if I should have offered help to that green idiot.

I'm getting ahead of myself, that's not really the beginning of this stupid story. All of this was set into motion when I switched schools. My name is-

"Eyes up here, Miss Membrane!" I paused my game and looked up at the man, seeing him flinch in surprise. I could tell he was unnerved, not expecting me to actually comply. He sighed in defeat and drummed his fingers on his desk. "We've overlooked your violent behavior for years because your test scores brought up the school average, but I can't keep excusing these outbursts just because you're brilliant. You put those girls in the hospital, Gaz. You've gone too far." He told me. I resisted rolling my eyes. I didn't have respect for most people, least of all 'authority figures' like Principal Tate.

"Can I go back to class, or…" I trailed off, my tone reflecting just how bored I was, sitting here in his office.

"You're being expelled from this school, effective immediately." He said, his voice firm, as if he'd suddenly grown a spine. I clicked my tongue and closed my handheld, stuffing it in my bookbag."

"Oh, goodie." I sneered, standing up from my seat so I could leave. Mr. Blank put up a hand and I halted, glaring at the balding man.

"I already called your brother and left a message with your father's lab. You'll need to wait here until your brother is finished cleaning out your locker." He informed me. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I muttered, plopping down into the seat again. The principal stared at me hard for a moment before speaking up again.

"Don't you feel bad for what you did?" He asked, raising a brow questioningly. I scoffed, amused by the concept that I would feel any remorse for dealing out a well deserved punishment.

"Why should I? If someone is stupid enough to provoke me, to threaten me or my belongings, I'm not going to lay down and take it. They got what they deserved. Who knows, maybe this experience will humble them." I replied coldly, my eyes locking onto his.

Earlier that morning…

I leaned against my bike, my back facing Oliver's house as I pulled out my phone. I had one message from Pepito.

Are you skipping again today?

No, I'm just going to punch Jan in her stupid fucking teeth if she tries to get me to participate in gym.

I'm surprised you've resisted for this long. You've come a long way, prima.

If by that you mean I've let the man force me into reluctant submission, then yeah, I've come a long fucking way. I miss setting stuff on fire with you.

Simpler times. It's not fun now that we can be tried as adults if we get caught.

Almost worth it.

Won't Mr. Straightedge be mad if you get arrested?

I scowled at the text.

Probably, but he's been pissing me off lately. So fuck him.

"Who's Mr. Straightedge?" A voice asked from over my shoulder. I looked back at my boyfriend with a blank expression.

"Who do you think?" I retorted coldly. The brunet rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Am I really a straight edge for not wanting my girlfriend to get arrested?" He challenged, making me smirk.

"No, it's the Abercrombie sweatshirt you're rocking that makes you straight edge." I answered, grabbing the front of the sweatshirt and pulling him into a kiss. "And you could bother to dabble in some light arson." I muttered, releasing him so I could get on the bike and hand him the helmet.

"I'll leave that to the expert." He said with a chuckle as he put on the helmet. Oliver straddled the bike and wrapped his arms around my middle. I started the bike and released the clutch, taking off down the street. I pulled into the parking lot and touched my feet down, walking my bike into the parking space. Oliver handed me the helmet and got off of the bike. Before I could react, he pecked my lips and headed towards the school.

"See you at lunch!" He called, waving at me with a smile. I watched him go, passing by a group of people who waved at him as he did. I glared at one individual in the group in particular but didn't waste anymore time on people watching. I set the helmet on the seat and headed in after Oliver.

I had been on my best behavior all year. I hadn't been in any fights, limiting myself to verbal threats at anyone dumb enough to test me. It didn't seem to be working in my favor, however. Once everyone caught on that I was skating thin ice so I could graduate early, they started to get bold. Before, the entire school was terrified of me, no one would dare to piss me off. But now? Now everyone suddenly thinks it's open season to get away with shit. I was a ticking time bomb, and everyone else knew it, Oliver included. He was being especially cautious around me, but he was still finding ways to step on my toes. He was being careful, but not about staying on my good side. He was trying to cover something up, but I couldn't figure out what, and I wasn't about to start a fight when I didn't have any substantial evidence to accuse him of acting strangely.

I felt an arm drape over my shoulder, and I knew only one person dumb enough to sneak up on me; Pepito. I laced my fingers through his and began to squeeze the hand tightly until I heard the demon grunt in pain and try to retrieve his hand. I let go and turned to him with a frown, watching him shake out the hand I had nearly crushed. "What part of our earlier conversation gave you the impression that I was in any mood for your shit today?" I growled, my eyes narrowed in annoyance at the teen. Pepito glared right back.

"You're extra pissy this morning. Still on the rocks with Ollie?" He taunted, raising a well groomed eyebrow. Say you want about the kid, he had pretty decent eyebrows despite the rest of him looking rather ghoulish. Pepito looked the same as he had when we were kids. The only difference now was that he was a foot taller than me and he had filled out a little. He was still thin as a rail, but not nearly as nobby as he had been as a middle schooler. Same ash colored skin, same stringy black hair, same creepy, soulless, black eyes. Bastard still looked like he didn't know what sleep was.

"He doesn't know it, but yes." I replied, continuing to my locker with my friend in tow.

"Couldn't you just talk to him?" The demon suggested simply and I scoffed.

"What am I supposed to say? 'You're acting weird and it's stressing me out'?" I demanded, opening my locker and switching out my books for the first half of the day.

"I mean, yes? Isn't that how people in a relationship are supposed to communicate?" He posed, barely flinching when I slammed the locker shut.

"You know I'm not the best at communicating, and Oliver isn't the best at listening." I muttered, holding my sketchbook to my chest. Pepito joined my side, rolling his eyes at my weak excuse.

"Why don't you break up with him?" He suggested plainly. It wasn't the first time he had offered up that advice. And it wouldn't be the first time I had actually listened. My three year relationship with Oliver hadn't exactly been picture perfect. Which was to be expected when two polar opposite people started dating. He was an extrovert and really liked people, while I...well, you know. Most people would say that two people that were so different wouldn't work out, and they'd be right. But I really liked Oliver, in spite of everything. He was sweet, and normally I would hate that, but he just had this aggravating way of getting my walls down. He also didn't annoy me as much as other people, so that was a big plus. He was considerably more tolerable than most of humanity.

"Because that's exhausting, it's too much emotional labor trying to explain that to him." I sighed, rounding the corner into the art hall.

"Prima, I know you don't like it when I address your feelings," he began, placing a hand on my shoulder. "But maybe it's time-"

"I know. But something's coming. I don't know what, but it's gonna be the last straw." I grumbled, walking into our visual arts classroom. I dropped my things on the table and sat on the stool. "He's gonna flip when I switch schools." I said to the demon as I opened my sketchbook to an empty page and started on the warm up.

"Don't remind me. I miss you already." Pepito muttered, wrapping me in a half hearted hug. He wasn't big on physical affection, like me, but he liked using it to get under my skin. I tensed uncomfortable and peeled his arms off of me.

"Ugh, stop it. We're gonna see each other outside of school, and you go to the academy everyday to harass Squee anyway." I reasoned.

"But your brother is an idiot and won't let me see you, and these kids are all terrible. I'll be so lonely without you here." The demon whined childishly and I rolled my eyes, smirking a bit.

"It's only going to be until graduation, and if Dib tries to keep us from hanging out, I'll just sneak out." I assured him, patting him on the back before going back to the warm up.

"I guess." He acquiesced, opening up his own sketchbook.

"You could transfer too." I offered, not entirely serious or joking. It wasn't likely that he would want to change schools when we were already in the first months of senior year, but I also wanted someone to talk to at school. God knows I wouldn't be talking to Dib at lunch. Speaking of, I had forgotten to mention my pending transfer to his school when I received my acceptance letter in the mail, but I figured I could do it later.

"My dad is not going to register me for a new school. He tries to limit his interactions with humanity as much as he can." The teen replied seriously. My brow furrowed a bit in thought as I shaded my piece.

"Doesn't he torture souls for a living? He should be used to people by now." I pointed out.

"You're surrounded by people everyday, but you still hate them, don't you?" Pepito retorted. I pursed my lips, considering this.

"Fair point." I muttered with a shrug. The rest of art class passed without incident and the bell rang to dismiss everyone from their first period. I cringed at the sound, knowing that my next class would be the hardest to get through in one face. Pepito smirked at me in amusement as we gathered our things and left the class.

"Gym?" He assumed.

"Gym." I sighed, scowling as I pulled my backpack straps.

"Give her the ol' haymaker." The demon encouraged, shaking his fist comically. I scoffed and shook my head.

"Did you miss the conversation we had this morning? I'm supposed to be docile until September." I reminded him, to which he snorted.

"Good luck with that." He laughed. Maybe he had a sixth sense about that kind of thing, given the fact that I ended up getting myself expelled before third period.

I felt eyes on me the moment I walked into the locker room. I forced myself to ignore the feeling and put up my bag in my locker and headed out to the gymnasium. I didn't avoid participating in gym class because I didn't like exercise. I liked being active, I just didn't see the point in being active for a grade. Despite not acting anything like my brother or father, I shared the same intelligence. School was too easy, to the point that I was excelling despite making minimum efforts. The only class I didn't have a full grade in was physical education. Go figure.

I sat down on the bleachers and pulled out my GS3. The gym teacher was gone today, replaced with a clueless substitute. One sharp glare was enough to stop her in her tracks when she moved to approach me. I made a cursory glare over at the TA before going back to my game. Gym was probably my favorite class, since I didn't need to make any effort. Sometimes, if I was in a particularly jovial mood, I would participate, just to prove that I wasn't a stagnant waste of space. But ninety eight percent of the time, I was in the bleachers. The only reason I was passing the class was because I kept a log of my workouts to put the teacher at ease. It was good enough for him, but the teacher's assistant hated me for it. I wasn't diluted enough to think that she was jealous, I realized that a lot of people my age just needed someone to hate with all their might. I just happened to be her's. I guess she wasn't willing to let go of the whole "cheerleader vs. the weird kid" trope. Whatever, I'd play along. The loathing was mutual anyhow, but I put significantly less energy into our relationship.

I managed to get through half of the class without being bothered, but once everyone was made to run laps, my luck had run out. I was vaguely aware of someone's presence and their voice addressing me, but I was in the middle of a boss, and I didn't have time to acknowledge them.

"I'm talking to you, freak!" The shrill, feminine voice snapped from somewhere off to my right. I didn't move my eyes from the screen of my handheld or pause the game.

"You can't be talking to me." I said plainly, keeping my attention mostly on my GS3.

"You always sit out in gym, but you never have a doctor's note. What's your excuse this time?" I finally recognized her voice as the TA. Of course. I mulled over a lame excuse for a fraction of a second.

"Can't run in these platforms. Bad ankles, you understand of course." I mumbled, lifting up one of the three inch tall platform boots on my feet, to demonstrate the absurdity of me trying to run in them.

"You try to act like you're too good for everyone and everything just because your dad is a famous scientist. But here's a reality check for you," she began, and I sighed, already exhausted from the minimal exchange. "You're just some pasty, gaming, wannabe, and I'm not going to let you keep pushing everyone around." She hissed, snatching my game from my hands. I snorted in amusement and willed myself to simply glare up at her instead of ripping her head off like I so wanted to.

"Samantha, I was in the middle of a boss." I said, trying to keep my voice even and calm, as if she hadn't just ruined one of my best speed runs to date. The blonde matched my glare and placed her hands on her hips.

"It's Lisa, and I don't care what you were doing. You're going to get changed and join the rest of the class." She commanded, looking down her nose at me as she did. I clenched my jaw, again willing myself to resist the urge to pummel her.

"I'll pass." I grounded out through my teeth.

"I wasn't asking." She asserted, standing over me now.

"Tell me, what exactly are you going to do if I don't listen to you?" I challenged, raising a brow expectantly. Lisa didn't reply, watching me warily. "Give me the game." I growled, holding my hand out. The teen narrowed her eyes and smirked.

"Not until you get out on the court and start running laps." She refused, clearly proud of herself for defying me, even if she was actively trying to keep herself out of striking distance. I stood up and saw her tense, stepping back again.

"Wrong answer." I hissed, lunging to grab the game. She moved her arm out of the way but I was faster, gripping her wrist tightly. She cried out in pain, and before I could really register it, her fist came barreling towards my face.

"Let go of me, freak!" She shrieked as her fist collided with my face. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, unwilling to acknowledge the pain of being hit square in the nose. A couple of her friends ran over and pulled her back, worried I had hurt her.

"Are you okay?" One asked, examining the wrist Lisa was clutching to her chest.

"Did you seriously just hit her? Do you have a death wish?" The other girl asked the blonde. I couldn't resist a chuckle as I wiped away some of the blood, my eyes locking onto my target.

"I'll give it to you, that was a decent shot." I commended bitterly, snatching the front of Lisa's cheer top. She and her friends only had time to gasp before my fist made contact with her face, creating a satisfying pop sound. Something was definitely broken, and I grinned at the dazed expression on the blonde's face. When I realized that I was the only thing holding this girl up, I released my grip on her shirt. Her friends could only watch as the half conscious teen tumbled down the bleacher stairs. I winced, seeing the unnatural bend of her arm as she lay on the gym floor.

"You're crazy!" One of the girls shouted, shoving me to the floor of the bleacher. I grunted, gritting my teeth as I kicked the girl back before she could get on top of me. She stumbled into the other girl, knocking them both over as I got back up. The rest of the class had stopped running, watching in abject horror as they watched alongside the substitute teacher. Oh, I was definitely going to get expelled. So fuck it, why not beat the hell out of these other two?

They went down easy enough, but I definitely bruised my knuckles. I noted this as I casually descended from the bleachers and retrieved my game from the unconscious cheerleader's limp hand. No one knew what to say, what could they, really? What was done was done. I knew as much, and retrieved my bag from my gym locker. I stopped in the mirror, observing the blood coating my lips and chin. It wasn't often that I was on the receiving end of blows, and it showed; I looked like hell. I smirked, I kind of respected Lisa a little more now. But only a little, I still thought she was a moron. I didn't bother to clean myself up, walking myself to the front office to receive whatever punishment awaited me.

AN: So this was originally one long chapter and then I decided to break it up into two. Hope you like the new way I'm writing this story! I also don't know if you guy get alerts when I edit a chapter but hopefully you guys will be checking in weekly for updates! I'll try to post as consistently as possible. Also, be aware that some chapters will be deleted since the new chapters will mix things in.