Hometown Heroes; National Nobodies (An All Time Low fanfic)

Chapter 8: Art Class

The next day, I went to school still daydreaming about possible adventures I can have with my new best friends. 

I was in art class, one of my better areas, and I was drawing the members of all time low and other atl related symbols, references, logos, etc. when this girl came up from behind me.

I could smell her cheap perfume from a mile away, her blue and pink eyeshadow caked on her eyelids. Her blonde hair, tanned complexion, height, laced tee shirt, obviously stuffed bra, designer jeans, and flip flops revealing a perfect peticure revealed her completely bitchy attidude toward a potato sack like me. 

"Nice picture!" She said, I thought she was serious and began to smile and feel good. Damn, I was wrong. "Who are those emo fags?"

"It's All Time Low. they aren't emo, if you even saw their music video 'I feel like dancing" you would know." I defended my heros.

"Funny how you didn't deny they were gay." she snorted, as people gathered around.

"Well I hope they are, I ship Jalex religiously." I laughed and tried to get on her good side, don't need any hate, you know?

"What do they even do? They just tell people to cut and kill themselves." Okay, now she's struck a nerve.

I stood up, I couldn't tower over her like I wanted to but she laughed at my defense. "Oh no, what are you gonna do? Cry and kill yourself?" Everyone started laughing supporting her. And you know what? At that moment, I was considering taking her advice.

"These 'emo fags' have been there to support me since the beggining, they hate Fake Bitches like you, ALL OF YOU!" I was on the verge of tears at this point. "And you can call them 'gay' or 'emo' all you want, but dont you FUCKING DARE say they tell people to kill or cut themselves. If anything, they do the opposite and tell everybody how beautiful and meaningful everyone is."

"Oh my god, just end your life already! No one cares about these stupid bands." No one was defending me. But I would defend my heros on my death bed.

"Yeah, maybe I should. But you know what else they told me?" 

"What? No one would care if you die."

"Nice try, but it was to punch anybody in the face who tells you to kill yourself." and without hesitation or regret, all my energy was put into punching her in the face and knocking her out cold onto the ground.

Everybody, including our weird zen, peaceful art teacher was astounded as I sat down and continued to sketch. Everyone else sat down not knowing what to do, 2 people took the girl to the nurse and everyone was silent.

Then the teacher asked me to go to her desk and I did not expect what was coming. "Hope, I'm so proud of you for standing up for yourself and defending your inspiration and who helps you through whatever you may be going through." I was so happy, I was blushing. Usually teachers never liked me mostly because I looked like trouble and they would pick on me. "But however, you brought violence into the situatation, so that's an automatic detention. Can you call your parent and ask what day would be best for you?"

"Sure." I picked up the phone and called my dad, voicemail came and I told him I got detention and blah. Then I called Alex and told him about the whole thing.

"Hello? Is this the middle school? I think you have the wrong number, i don't have a child-

"Alex, It's me. Listen, I got a detention-

"What? Why? Hope, why are you calling me?"

"Alex, some popular girl was making fun of you calling you 'emo' and 'gay' and what not-

"Oh no. Hope, people tell us that shit all the time, don't defend us, our fans and us are to good for them."

"Quit cutting me off! She went on talking about how you tell your fans to cut and kill themselves and then said I should end my life so I punched her in the face and hit her out cold. It was like a freak adrenaline thing. I didn't mean to I just..." I trailed off and started crying thinking about killing myself.

"Woah Hope. Wheres your dad? Can I get any hold of him?" 

It took all of me to be brave and choke out his work number. "Why do you need it?"

"You'll see." And with a click of the phone, I was disconected.