Mask of Menace II Protégé AU

Jinx

Tommy POV

WARNINGS: Fighting, blood, manipulation(?), fake realities , swearing

"TOMMY!" Mr. Halo shouts, waking me up from my nap.

"I-um-y-w-huh- yes sir?" I stutter, sitting up.

"I was doing roll call and I noticed you were asleep, now Tomathy Minecraft are. You. Present?" Mr. Halo asks, with a slight roll of the eyes. "Present." I reply, raising my hand and placing it back down.

"Good, now Clay Taken? Is Clay here?" Mr. Halo asks, continuing on with roll call. "I'm here Mr. Halo!" Clay chirps from the front of the room, fucking teacher's pet.

"Good, thank you Clay. George? George Notfound? Are you here?" Mr. Halo called, glancing up from his clipboard. No answer.

"George! Is George here?" Clay raised his hand, "Sir, George did not come into school today."

Mr. Halo nodded, made a mark on his list, and continued with the goddamn roll call.

Why was it so important if we were here or not? As long as we got good grades on the tests it doesn't matter.

The entire concept of attending class is just stupid, if you understand the material(which I don't, but that's besides the point!) you shouldn't have to attend the class! It's simple logic!

"TOMMY."

"Tomathy Minecraft, where is your homework?" Mr. Halo asks, standing in front of my desk.

Shit... well I hadn't done the homework so... what now? An excuse, yeah! An excuse will work perfectly!

"Well you see, Mr. Halo, I was doing it but then guess what, CPS was apparently called on my dad so I was forced to stop it and clear up the problem, but then CPS wouldn't leave until like 1 in the morning so I didn't have time to do it." I ramble, making up the lie on the spot.

Hey, at least I didn't say that 'my dog ate my homework', that's the stupidest lie ever and Tommy the great doesn't do stupid!

Mr. Halo pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. "Tommy, why couldn't you just say you forgot to do your homework?"

"Because that would be a lie?" I ask, yeah there is absolutely no way that I am not getting detention now.

"Tommy, principal's office, now." Mr. Halo sighs, pointing towards the door.

"You could've just said there's the door bitch straight to my face." I mutter, extracting myself from my desk and making my way towards the door.

"LANGUAGE!" Mr. Halo yells as I slam the door. Already in trouble and it's barely been an hour into school.

As I trudge down the halls, following the (memorized) path towards the principal's office my watch alerted me. "Ugh, why?! Don't they know I go to school?!" I whisper-shout, grabbing my phone from my back pocket.

No one from 'work' is supposed to contact me during school hours unless there is a really bad problem.

Oh.

RING RING RING RING

I glance down at my phone's screen and I see an incoming call from 'Bitchboi <3' (who is more commonly known as Wilbur, my brother, or by his superhero name: Apollo).

With a groan I answer the call.

"What?" I snap, running into the nearest room. Thankfully it was empty.