Tough Thoughts - Mildcard - We Can Be Heroes the Threequel

Chapter 27 || Ugly and Mean Missy?

FAST FORWARD

As I watched those two kiss, I just... couldn't help but feel jealous. Alone. With no one. So I walked into the house. And guess who followed me?

Missy.

"What do you want Missy--"

"To speak to you," she gave me a look, "Something's up and we both know it."

I hesitantly glanced at her and sighed.

"It's because I like Wildcard."

"And what about it?"

I stared into her kind eyes and exploded.

"You're so nice! You're impossible to hate! I wish you were someone I could just hate and not like because it'll help me deal with my jealousy of you dating my crush! But it doesn't work! A-Capella told me to think of it like having a crush on my brother but that doesn't work! Nothing works! And I'm such a terrible person for wanting you to break up and I want to cry all the time because of the fact that you're so... you're so pretty and perfect and you never say anything wrong and you're always so sweet, you're smart, and every girl wants to be you and..."

I felt tears streaming down my face.

"Forget it," I said, running upstairs.

MISSY MORENO

As I watched Fast Forward run up the stairs, I couldn't help but feel guilty and sorry for her. So as I walked out of the house to join the others, who had began to eat, I made a plan. To make Fast Forward feel great. When Fast Forward came out and everyone asked her where she had gone and she couldn't come up with an answer, I lied for her.

"She was finishing up Mrs. Walden's homework assignment because she lost it last week."

"Yeah..." Fast Forward agreed.

To be honest, Fast Forward was hot. Pretty. Really beautiful. And it hurt me to see her cry. So I put my plan into action. Starting tomorrow....................Ugly and Mean Missy.

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I woke up, showered, ruffled my hair, darkened my dark circles under my eyes, making my lips paler, and picking out a less-attractive outfit. I put on a purple plaid shirt and some jeans with some dirty sneakers and stared at myself in the mirror. UGLY. Perfect! I walked down the stairs and cleared my throat. I could be mean. I could... I could do it. For Fast Forward.

I didn't cook breakfast that morning. Instead, I took off for school the moment I got downstairs and picked up a coffee with a bagel from Starbucks. I biked to school and sat down in the classroom, taking out a book and reading.

WILDCARD

"Has anyone seen Missy?" I asked, "She's not home."

"She didn't even make breakfast!" Noodles whined.

"We're gonna have to go to school hungry," I shrugged.

"I'm gonna kill her," Facemaker stormed out of the door and for the bus.

The moment we got to school, Facemaker burst through the classroom door. There was Missy, scrolling through her phone and laying on the desk. And all I could say was holy misfits she looked AWFUL! Her hair was a mess, her eyes had dark circles, and her lips were pale and not pink.

"Wow..." Facemaker stared, suddenly snapping out of his angry rage, "You look awful."

Missy did the exact opposite of what I thought she'd do. She took out a can of spray paint and sprayed him in the face. Now, Facemaker's face was blue.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, LADY?! YOU WAKE UP, LEFT US TO STARVE, AND THEN YOU SPRAYED MY FACE!"

"More like what's wrong with you," Missy stated back calmly.

"What--" I started but Missy turned to me.

"Get back to your seat, Wildcard."

"Okay..." I sighed, kissing her cheek and sitting down.

Missy gave me a look and mentally contacted me.

Don't kiss me!

Why?

Just because, dipwad! Don't kiss me!

Fine! Fine! You're acting super weird today... are you sure you're okay?

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE DUDE!

And she severed the connection. I reconnected.

I love you.

I hate you.

What'd I do wrong? At lunch, Bethany came up.

"Oh, look," she snickered, "The usual Missy looking like a zombie time!"

Missy took one look at Bethany, took out her spray can, and sprayed Bethany with paint before throwing the paint can at her face. Bethany caught it and her goons came.

"Girl!" one exclaimed.

"Why'd you spray yourself?!"

"SHUT UP HAILEY AND HANNAH!"

"Yeah," Missy leaned back, "Shut your asses."

Everyone in the cafeteria gasped. Missy never said stuff like that! WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HER TODAY?! Fast Forward looked like she knew something we didn't.

"You take that back!" the trio yelled at her.

"Nah," Missy stood, "I'd rather blast you bitches off to Velocrysis. That's right. The blown up planet just like you're gonna be like if you don't skidaddle--"

"MISSY!" Fast Forward suddenly burst, "STOP IT! I know you're doing this for me!"

Then, Hannah poured her water on Missy. Then... I saw it. Her dark circles dripped and her pale lips did, too. Missy groaned, grabbing a paper towel from the table and wiping all the makeup off of her face, brushing out her hair and turning to Fast Forward. There she was. The regular Missy. Missy's mask was gone now and she was kind.

"Of course, I was doing it for you!" Missy exclaimed, "You said..."

"It's not a secret anymore!" Fast Forward began to cry, "I told you that I was jealous that you were dating Wildcard and that you're so perfect and nice and everything but I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO TURN YOURSELF HIDEOUS AND MEAN!"

"But it was the only way to make you feel better!" Missy exclaimed, "I wanted you to get over it. You shouldn't be jealous of me for any reason! My luck is terrible! Your luck is great! It's the exact opposite--"

"Well it's not! Missy... I'm sorry..."

"If you have such a big crush on Wildcard," Missy frowned, "And if he's okay with it... why don't you kiss him?"

Everyone went silent. I froze.

"Wait, wait, wait," Bethany scoffed, "You're saying you'll just let any bitch take your boyfriend's lips and just snog him?"

"My friends," Missy shouldered her way forward, "Not your 'minions' as you like to refer to Hannah and Hailey."

Missy grabbed me and shoved me towards Fast Forward. Fast Forward and I looked at each other uncomfortably and I went in and kissed her. Her lips weren't the same as Missy's. Weird. Fast Forward yanked herself away and we both began to cough, spluttering and rinsing our mouths out.

"GAHHH!" we both screamed, coughing.

"OKAY OKAY OKAY!" Fast Forward gasped, "I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM ANYMORE THAT WAS DISGUSTING! NOT THAT YOUR LIPS ARE DISGUSTING OR ANYTHING BUT IT FELT TOO WEIRD!"

"AHHH!"

And that solved it.