Mismatched

FanX Time!

The next morning, I decided to surprise Hera and let her know that I had purchased tickets to FanX Salt Lake Comic-Con this month.

FanX Salt Lake Comic-Con is the biggest event in my hometown! A lot of these weaks are going to be there for sure, because I heard a lot of conversation about it through the hallways of the school.

I searched for Hera in the crowd; I knew she was in cosplay, she always is.

And, sure enough, there she was in her locker as usual. Only this time, she was dressed up as a female version of that electric dumbass Denki Kaminari.

"Oi, Pikachu!" I said, catching her by surprise.

She quickly turned around and saw that I was there. "Jason? What are you—"

I shushed her, trying not to attract any attention from any of the weaks in the hallway. Then, looking towards the weaks to make sure no one was going to hear us, then leaning in towards her, I whispered: "Meet me in the north stairwell after you're done, okay?"

"Is that supposed to be an innuendo—"

My face burned at the idiot's words. "What? No! Just–just do it, okay! God, you really know how to shit on my parade." I stormed away as she giggled behind me.

***

"You see," I began as soon as we entered the north stairwell, "I recently purchased two tickets to the upcoming FanX Salt Lake Comic Con this weekend."

"Wait a minute... How did your broke ass get tickets?!" she asked. "Those things are so expensive nowadays!"

"Hey, don't ask questions! Just be grateful; I mean, nerdy stuff like this is your thing," I answered. "Now... I was wondering if... maybe... hypothetically, you'd like to go to that con with me..."

"Is this a trap? You're not really the... generous type."

I groaned. "Ugh, how am I supposed to be nice when you keep walking around with a stick wedged ten feet up your ass? It's a gift, idiot!"

She sighed. "You know what..." She had that evil grin on her face again... "I'll go. But under one condition."

"Seriously?" I replied. "Why can't you be normal and take the damn invite?"

"Hush. Now, here's the deal. I get to choose who we cosplay for the entire three-day event."

"Seriously? Are you deadass? God. Fine, then," I sighed, regretting my chivalrous act. This was her thing, being around fellow nerds with similar cringey one-liners. Why couldn't she be grateful? But whatever, I guess.

"Well? Who are we cosplaying? Have you even thought about it yet?"

"Ya know what, I think I might have an idea," Hera answered. "But it'll have to wait until lunch beca—"

Before Hera could finish her sentence, the bell rang, indicating that it was time for us to head to class.

"Oops, there's the bell, oh no! I'll just have to wait and hear those ideas of yours..." I said, walking away quickly. Never in my life had I been more grateful for the bell than at that moment. The heavens parted. The seas split. Mountains moved.

We went to our next class, where we were separated, thank God.

***

When fifth period ended, it was time for lunch. After I got my food, I tried hiding from Hera amongst the crowd, but her witch senses must've sniffed me out, since she made a dramatic B-line right for me.

"Were you trying to hide from me?" she asked.

"Whaaat? Nooo! That's how I always walk!" I answered

"So you always crouch down to the ground looking like an idiot?"