Steven Universe Fanfic: You're Not Worthless (Rubapphire)

Not Everything In Life Is About Falling In Love

"'James? James! What happened to you?!' Vanessa shrieked in terror. There was blood splattered all over the floor. His eyes rolled back as he twisted the knife in his wound." I read out loud.

"Jeez, Rubes. Why did you choose that book of all things? Don't you think it's a bit... I don't know..." Amethyst shrugged.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with a lil' bit of gore," I joked.
"Yeah, but don't you think Ms. Anderson will be disturbed by the topic?" She asked.
"As Jeremy says, 'I don't give a hoot and holler' about what she thinks. The more disturbed, the better. It'll be karma for not being able to recognize a quality story when you see one," I said a matter-of-factly.

Amethyst just looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Who's Jeremy?"
I facepalmed myself.
"You weren't paying attention to what I was reading, were you?"
"Nope, I just heard the last part. You got my attention when you said 'blood'." Amethyst admitted.
I groaned in annoyance.

"Hey, y'all!" Someone exclaimed in an annoyingly peppy tone of voice. That voice belonged to the one and only, Jenny Summers. She wasn't even born with a southern accent, she just picked it up from movies in Mr. Jeraldine's class.

I looked up at her and mustered a smile, even though it killed me to do so.
"Heyyyyyyyyyy, Jenny!" I slurred out 'hey' because slurring words like that was the only thing that allowed me to keep my sanity in uncomfortable situations. Right behind her came Tammy Summers, her twin. Just my luck. The only person in the whole school who's more annoying than Jenny was Tammy.
"Heya! Are you two doing Inktober?" Tammy asked cheerfully.
I looked back at Amethyst.
"Ink-what now?" I asked.
"You know, Inktober!" Tammy repeated in the same tone as before.
"Mmm... never heard of it," I lied.

I was doing Inktober. I've drawn ever since I was a kid. I don't think I'm that good, but I try. I even have a secret art account that has no resemblance to my personal account.

Amethyst shoved me lightly on the shoulder with her own as she whispered, "I think it's an art thing, dude," in my ear nonchalantly.
"I know, dumbass," I replied.

I didn't tell anyone about that art account or that I could draw. And I mean, nobody.

It makes sense for Tammy and Jenny to ask that question. Tammy and Jenny are major art freaks. By that, I mean that they aren't good at drawing, copy off of other people's ideas completely without a hint of their own creativity, snatch other people's art notebooks and go gaga over them.

"So, are you?" Jenny asked in a peppy, but more impatient, tone.
"If I don't know what it is, then most likely I'm not doing it," I answered, hoping they would just leave us alone by now. They think they're friends with everyone, I swear.
"Jeez, it was just a question," Jenny rolled her eyes.
"And I answered it, so, can you leave us alone now?" I asked.

Okay, that was a bit harsh of me and they were only trying to be friendly, but I honestly couldn't deal with their bullshit right now. I have three quizzes today and I need to study before the period starts. I only read that first chapter to Amethyst because our homework that was due today in English had to do with finding an important part of the story where there's a plot twist. Amethyst asked to see what mine was so she got an idea of what the teacher meant. She normally does her homework in study hall, which is just before her English class.

As soon as they left, I continued to go over my notes for Chemistry.
"Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen..." I mumbled to myself.

Yes, Mr. Hitz is making us remember the periodic table of elements in order for our quiz. I had to listen to an ear-splitting song for five hours straight as I did my other homework at the same time. I only remember half of the song, but I remember the tune. I'm so going to flunk that class. On the bright side, he's having them be multiple choice, so I can remember what sounds good in the tune.