Mismatched

Right This Wrong For Good

Pay attention, my friends, 'cause this is where my life really changed!

A few days later, when my second-period class ended, I trudged to my locker to pretend I gave a shit about my next class. Beats wandering around the halls pretending to be doing something.

I'd gotten so desperate that I'd started flipping through random textbooks I'd never opened when I heard someone shout "stupid bitch." I quickly turned around, almost smiling as I prepared to watch a petty fight between two random dumbasses until I realized it was Tiny Dick Ty. And...wait...an ugly pink wig, a fugly outfit... Wait, Hera? My Hera? My heart started to pound, all I could think about was bashing his fucking face in. I'd be doing him a favor, really; God knows he needed a facelift.

I tried taking deep breaths, remembering what Hera'd told me about toxic masculinity and being immature or whatever, but all that flew out the window when I saw him shove her into a locker after she shouted something back.

Oh, hell no.

"Hey, jackass!" I yelled, shoving him backward. "What the fuck do you think, you're doing?"

Ty chuckled, rising to his feet. "What, coming to your little bitch's defense, huh?" He looked back at Hera. "See? Even your own boyfriend thinks you're too weak to defend yourself!" He chuckled as she dusted herself off.

I could feel my face begin to heat up.

"Hey, dickweed—"

"I got this," I said to Hera before she could finish her sentence, getting between them. I ignored her protests and continued.

"I'm warning you, Ty," I seethed, "leave Hera alone, or I'll give you the nose job of a lifetime."

The dumbass chuckled, looking around.

"I'm not scared of some pussy who cosplays for fun." He said, getting in my face. I ignored the misogynistic part of that threat and jumped on top of him, lifting his shirt on the way down.

"Ay, hold up, are you gay now—"

"No!" I exclaimed before making sure no one heard that. I got closer to his face. "Do that again and I'll show everyone that little tattoo you've got on your torso, bro."

His face immediately fell. Yep, I hit him where it hurt–his Strawberry Shortcake tattoo he was a little too proud of. He pushed me off of himself and stood, shaking his head.

"Leave her out of this!" he whispered. "And fuck off." He glared at me as he walked away, leaving the uninformed crowd confused. I ignored the no-life morons and looked around to find Hera, but she was out of sight. I whipped out my phone and dialed, only getting an answer on the final ring.

"What?" Her voice was flat, which made my heart sink.

"Hey... where'd you go? You missed everything! It was fucking epic! Have I told you about his tattoo yet?"

There was a tense silence before she spoke. "Doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm busy–"

"Wait, what's wrong? Where are you?" I pressed, a pit forming in my stomach.

"I'm not telling you—"

Suddenly, a toilet flushed in the background. "Dammit, Sally! Couldn't you have waited?" she shouted.

"Ha, you're in the bathroom! See ya soon!" I exclaimed before sprinting toward the girls' bathroom, definitely getting some sideways glances.

I waited as she stormed out with a red face, huffing past me.

"Babe...? What's wrong?"

She ignored me and kept walking. "Come on, you can't ignore me forever~" I sang, catching up to her. "Hera-"