Adventures With The SMG4 Crew

Back in a High School, Go Figure (part 5/5)

Swinging my bag off of my shoulder and flopping down in a leather bus seat, I clutched my wrist and cracked it so loudly, I thought I broke it. But I didn't, and I rummaged through my bag as I felt something hit the back of my head. Glancing up, I noticed that Luna waved me back towards her, Red was also beckoning me. I hopped right over the seats and fell right into the seat in front of them, glancing back towards the two, not even caring that I was hit with a sandwich.

Me: You called, sweetheart?

Luna: Okay, you dick. I know why you didn't stay with us at lunch, but that was still a bad move giving her attention. Look at yourself now, you're falling for an even worse girl than when you fell for Meggy. Jake, I'm only telling you once, you're better off staying alone.

Me: Says the SHAPESHIFTING Mimikyu bitch that, oh I don't know, has the schizophrenic who NEEDS to carry a gun with him AT ALL TIMES, as her lover. Look, I can handle a gargoyle, whether you think I can or not. You don't wear the crown of "I make the right choices," it's the crown of "I'll bitch about everything."

Luna: You sick son of a-

Mario: Luna, now might not be the right time to kill him. Just wait until we're out of here, back at the castle, okay? Just promise me that you can handle that, at least for a while?

Luna: Fine, you're lucky Jake. I don't care much about the shit we've done in the past. What really does matter is that we keep our statuses as friends, not enemies.

Me: Sounds like we've got a deal. I won't piss any of you off if you don't to me. Oh yeah I just remembered, the cat back there, is he a furry?

Luna: Why don't you go back there and ask him? Really go ask him, you'd be surprised by the answer.

Me: I already know he's anthropomorphic, and not a furry. Factly, he despises being called furry. He's also Pan, and he's allergic to apples, sucks at chess, often confused with a wolf, works at a donut shop, has Tourette's, walls are littered in posters, SHALL I KEEP GOING??

Luna: I'm... I shouldn't be saying I'm impressed, but I really am. I wanna say try and piss him off.

Me: Alright cupped-hands megaphone activated- plug your ears, this will hurt. *inhale* OI PANSEXUAL FURRY, GET OVER HERE AND FUCKING SUCK IT!!

The wailing of laughter from the two behind me had me howling with joy, as I heard the thud-thud-thud of storming footsteps. Right in front of me skidded to a halt the 5'9" cat in his RGB hoodie and gray pants and a BURNING RED BLUSH. Tipping my hat towards him, he pounced right on top of me and started slashing his claws at me, but I pushed him off.

I felt kind of relieved when I did, but he jumped back on me and kept pummeling. Okay, he kept slashing, I kept shoving, and I eventually ended up crashing a plywood plank over his head. He flopped back in the seat next to me as I wrapped a bandage over my eye and neck to stop my bleeding, at least for a while. Glancing over at Kapi, I saw he was slowly calming down and set himself upright in the chair. Well, not CHAIR, but SEAT, but either way.

Kapi: Ow, damn, now you see why I DON'T like being called furry. Huh, bitch, don't you see that?

Me: I'm good. Hey, I had to get your attention somehow. Hey, what do you go by again?

Kapi: It's Kapi. Don't ask me about why I slashed you. You already know why, it's because you called me a fucking furry. Which I'm NOT, get it through your head.

Me: Understood, Kapi. I'm Jacob, but you can call me Jake or JT.

Kapi: I KNOW your name, Damien keeps saying it every time we talk. Fuck, I hate it... but I love him. Oh my god, I hate the THINGS he does, but I love the man he IS.