Mismatched

The Aftermath

Man, yesterday was fucking crazy... Hera must be pleased with herself, having made me embarrass myself in front of all those weaks in the cafeteria, though I looked damn good doing it. Todo would be proud.

I'd decided to take the day off. Believe it or not, I was a pretty good actor.

"Boy, why aren't you in school?" Mom asked when she entered my room.

I bunched up my blanket to my neck. "Oh, I would but... achoo! Ack, I can't stop coughing and sneezing. Oh the pain!" Can someone give me an Oscar already?

She narrowed her eyes at me. "I don't buy it." She walked over to me and touched my head. I laughed inwardly, having already thought ahead. One word: Thermal Pad. Well, two I guess but who cares.

"Oh, I guess you were serious. Fine then, just don't bother me." She walked off.

Once it was safe, I pulled out my super secret hidden treasure, aka my vast manga collection and began binging. I took a crack at Attack on Titan, and tears may or may not have been shed, don't ask.

Anyway, I was minding my own business while clutching a tissue box when my phone rang. Please don't be who I think it is..

I peeked at the caller ID and of course, it was that damn nerd's phone number.

I reluctantly hit the answer button, wishing lightning would strike me and free me from the girl with a stick up her ass.

"Yeah?"

"Where the hell are you? You aren't supposed to avoid the after effects, cheater!" She screeched, ripping my eardrums to shreds.

"Damn, don't shout! It's too early for your whining, you're giving me a migraine!" I took a second to fake cough. "Plus I'm really sick. Vomit all over the floor, I even puked on my mom. It's bad. Anyway bye-"

"Shut up, Davis. You're a terrible liar, you know that? Now get your ass here soon or I'll tell everyone you're a closeted furry."

"You wouldn't dare!" I countered.

"I'm great at Photoshop, don't test me, fuckface."

I sighed. "Of course you are, you nerd. Dammit! Fine!" I hung up before she could taunt me.

I sprinted down the stairs with my clothes all wrinkled.

"Woah, where are you going? You're sick!" Mom asked, pausing her soap opera.

"No, I'm good now! It's a miracle! Bye!" I said, sprinting out the door.

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That little son of a bitch... wait, that would mean I'm the bitch...

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Later, back at D. W. Bell, I braced myself for the worst... Here comes the bullshit...

"Oi, Jason!"

Great. I could recognize that voice a mile away, though this time she was doing a disgraceful impression I honestly couldn't decipher.

"Hera, what the hell are you doing?" I asked. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

She gestured to her costume. "Isn't it obvious, dumbass?"

I chuckled. "Your outfit is kinda impressive. Too bad your acting skills don't match."

She rolled her eyes, breaking character briefly. "You're one to talk. Achoo? Who the hell sneezes like that?" She cleared her throat. "Now come on, extra. You've got... fans." She smirked evilly.

"Lead the way, Dollar Tree Bakugou," I said with a sigh.

As I walked through the hallway to my next class, I noticed that some of the nerdy weaks from yesterday were in cosplay.