Past, Present, and Future

Twist of Fate

Experience had taught Logan to put himself in the back. As much as he tried Logan wouldn't budge, so Patton had no choice but to join him. What happens when a new student comes to class? Perhaps... Prinxiety?

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Virgil came in huffing and puffing to class...

And promptly turned to stone.

So many eyes. All staring and judging at the interloper. 

J had never warned him that classrooms were so small. There may as well have been bulbous eyes on the walls. And he was still high on that girl's anxiety.

And if all that weren't enough there was only one empty seat, because of course there was. Of course it had to be next to a guy in a loud red streaked button up and perfect floofed hair.

Virgil took his seat, bag in his lap as if it could somehow protect him, and taking up as little space as possible.

Mr. Sanders talked about old books, kiddies, and partners?

"Yo, yo Stitch and Stein you there," his seatmate asked waving a hand at his face.

"What?" he snarled.

"Geez I gotta work with this," he grumbled obviously to himself.

"Last I checked no one had a gun to your head."

"Uhh could you say no to Mr. Sanders then?" he asked pointing to the front of the room. "Says I might as well make the new guy feel welcome or whatever."

"Ugh of course," he said. Teachers always did stupid stuff like that. Pairing the most volatile, explosive people together and somehow believing neon and corrosive gunk wouldn't follow.

Looking at himself and this kid; there'd definitely be blood in the equation.

Then again he'd also certainly have enough power and influence to turn the class against him. Well maybe not the whole class. But what good were one or two outliers? 

He could not end up the bully victim. Those things spread and then no one in school would take him seriously and reputation was half the battle. No probably all the battle.

Ugh as much as he hated this his best bet was to make this work out.

"See can't say it, so we're stuck together Moldemort," he said taking out supplies. "Well, I'm Roman. You got a name? I kinda didn't listen to that part."

"Excuse you, can you speak English? Or do I need to bonk that gobbledegook out of your head too?"

"Look guy no offense but you stink, like seriously do you bathe in sewer water?"

Okay, okay, he could assert dominance. That was good. That was a step.

Now just don't panic.

Rule one; be the viper.

Then there was rule two; don't draw attention to yourself.

Not only was it smart advice but his nature would never let him to do anything else. Rule two would always supercede his unfairly swelled pride.

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In one class he had learned a lot. The most prominent was the impressive repellant Roman DeVillier was for anything remotely appealing.

For every Grimm story the fair, flutter headed Prince just had to bring up and preach about the squeaky clean, superior versions to those dark, dank, Grimmoires.