A Game We Call Superheroes (The Rewrite)

Chapter 4

Enter Arc 2: Fuck "Character Development"! I just want to be happy! (Veteran Edition)

Key: (Y/n) - Your name, (F/c) - Favorite Color

I Came Out to Have a Good Time and I'm Honestly Feeling So Attacked Right Now

It didn't take long for word to get around that you were "Besties" with Stan and the boys, but specifically Stan. His off-again-on-again girlfriend since fourth grade, Wendy, immediately hated you because of that. It did not help that she and Stan broke up for what looked like the final time over the summer. This girl was out for blood.

She has been trying to bully the shit out of you during the last two weeks you've been here, apparently trying to make it blatantly obvious that she did not like you. What the fuck was this? Is this the third grade? Like seriously, writing on your locker (how the fuck did she know where my locker was?) in Sharpie calling you all kinds of names?

You paid no mind to it, thinking that she probably just needed some kind of new drama to satiate her in the remote mountain town. She didn't like that one bit, either. But you knew that all she wanted was a reaction, just like your older siblings did when they fought with you as kids, so you didn't want to give her the satisfaction of getting one - no matter how much the words stung.

However, her antics were starting to piss you off. And Cartman was no help in the matter. Cartman and Wendy were cut from the same cloth in that way; they wanted reactions. Unfortunately for you, you had recently become the butt of Cartman's "jokes" (if you can even call them that. They were more like hate crimes). Like with Wendy, you tried to shake it off, not pay any mind the the words coming out of his mouth, but today was different.

At lunch, he had the audacity to bring your moms into the equation. Your moms, who had been nothing but kind and nurturing (even if a bit strict and a pain in the ass sometimes). So you decked him and told him to keep your moms out of his mouth.

Will Smith would be proud.

But it did land you in detention this afternoon by the lunch monitor, so it wasn't exactly a win. Buuuut, the blood smearing across his fucking mortified fat face was worth it.

That's why you sat in a nearly empty classroom with a few students scattered around it either reading or doing homework. Seated at the desk next to you was the Chullo hat kid you saw in Mackey's office. You still didn't know his name since the guys didn't exactly take the time to introduce you to anyone, so you would have to settle with calling him the Chullo hat kid until you could learn people's names for realsies.

"I need to step out for a few minutes, M'Kay," Mr Mackey, your detention monitor, inched towards the door while you all watched him uninterested. "Don't cause any trouble, M'Kay."

A unanimous "M'Kay" resounded, and Mackey was gone.

You glanced over at the Chullo hat kid again, taking in his features. You could feel your cheeks starting to warm as you realized he was kinda cute.

"So..." you whispered. "Come here often?"

Is this flirting? Is that how it works? Wait, this is detention. Who the hell asks that in detention?

Instead of him calling you stupid or laughing at you, his nasally voice simply replied, "..Yeah."

Oh. Interesting! Conversation is happening!

"Really?" you asked with surprise. You shut the book you'd be fake reading, completely curious, "Why?"

His answer was nonchalant - like he's had to say it a thousand times before, "I flip people off. Apparently, it's 'triggering'."