My Vaniro One-Shot Collection

Predictable

A/N: Mostly dialogue since... well, you'll see.

It was almost funny. After most of the school knowing they hated each other, their legal guardians knowing they hated each other, and, well, they themselves knowing they hated each other it was almost funny.

Almost being italicized as well.

Vanellope groaned and banged her head back against the metal she was shoved into in frustration.

They'd always argued on the aspects of the newest design for a robotics project in for the state competition. Their school never lost national, let alone state, but it was always on a teeter-totter with Vanellope and Hiro butting heads. Hiro could create the best and most advanced mechanisms, even Vanellope had to admit to that, but his designs and ideas were sorely lacking in originality, something Vanellope was the best at and even Hiro had to admit to it.

Unfortunately, having to admit it took some time. Now back to what was happening and how it had happened.

They'd stayed late after school to work and they had been arguing, per the usual, when Vanellope, extremely insulted (by what, it was hard to remember now) and stormed off somewhere into the school.

Now, as much as Hiro disliked Vanellope, the cheerleaders, particularly their captain (Taffyta), disliked her more. And, just Van's luck they'd stayed after school as well. Long, painful story short Van got shoved in the locker.

Hiro, as much as he didn't want to admit it, needed Vanellope for the project. Not because he thought she was crucial per se, but they'd never won state without her. So, a little bit crucial. Because of this, he went to go get her after she didn't come back for five minutes.

Well, as much as Vanellope disliked Hiro, the football players, particularly their quarterback (Yama), disliked him more. And, just Hiro's luck they'd stayed after school as well. Long, painful story short Hiro got shoved in the locker.

"The" locker was a large locker that was originally made for softball players' bags, but after their season was over, it was pretty much simply designated for throwing nerds in. If you saw that you were being backed in towards it after softball season, you were screwed.

And, Vanellope guessed, the football players didn't give two gunnin' gumballs that someone else was already stuck.

"I hate you." Vanellope deadpanned.

"Really?" Hiro said sarcastically, "I never would have noticed."

The two glared at each other.

"It's your fault you know." Hiro muttered, "If you hadn't run off we wouldn't be in a damn locker for who knows how long."

Vanellope narrowed her eyes. "Really? My fault? 'Cause I dunno 'bout you but I don't storm off unless someone gives me a reason to."

Hiro sneered, "It's not my fault you're a drama queen."

"Drama queen," Vanellope imitated in a higher pitched voice, "What are you, five?"

"Older than you, Miss You Hurt My Feewings Now I'm Gonna Go Into The Bathroom To Cry." Hiro spat.

Vanellope, who was in an awkward position beneath Hiro, kneed him.

"OW!" Hiro yelped and elbowed her in the stomach.

Vanellope screeched in outrage. Hiro widened his eyes; Vanellope had very low rational levels and would probably start pulling his hair or something if he didn't defuse the situation.

"LISTEN," Hiro said before much else could go down,"We're stuck in this thing, together for at least the next..." Hiro calculated how long it would take for Honey Lemon (and presumably the rest of his friends, but it was her car) to come get him (he'd texted them like he usually did when he got stuck in the locker), "roughly 16 minutes. I would personally like it if more than one of us came out and without a murder charge."