>Rise Up (Self-Insert x Family Guy)

Chapter 1: This is Our Society

I looked at the clock at the front of the classroom, 11:34. I sighed. 'Could this class go any slower?' I asked myself. I still had 30 minutes until lunch, until I could gaze upon Veronica again. Seeing her beauty put me into a dizzying high every time, without fail. But today I looked forward to it more than ever. With such an anticipation where I couldn't wait much longer, my stomach was queasy, as if it was shrinking with the lengthening minutes.

Today was finally the day I was going to give Veronica my hand in pseudo-marriage, or "dating" as the chads and normies in my school referred to it as. The other students and I... didn't get along well. We admittedly had little in common, these normies wouldn't know the first thing about treating a femoid right. I did. But it was besides the point, I was sure Veronica would accept my request, the type in which I told myself that I may not happen the way I expect, but I didn't think that way. Veronica would love me, she had to. How could she turn down such a fine gentleman as me?

I glanced at the clock once more. 11:38.

'Christ,' I thought, 'Maybe if I actually do my work, time will go by faster.' I shifted my eyes over to my desk where a paper sat, blank. History, my favorite subject. History I found to be the easiest, especially when we got to our unit on Asia. I had consumed enough Japanese media to know the culture well enough. Even when it wasn't perfect, it did more than the useless "curriculum" ever did. This however, was not on Asia. It was simply a mid-term review, for the tests that were coming up in about a week. "The Nightmare before Christmas" the other students called it. It always gave me a chuckle. The slightly enraged type at least. After all, it wasn't exactly fair to get mad at them, these low IQ normies were at their best when they weren't impressing me with their stupidity. I was smarter than them, and I knew it, but it wasn't worth my time to try to dispute it.

I decided to give the clock another glance, I had been working this time, perhaps my hypothesis would be proven correct. 11:48. "Okay, there we go." I said to myself in a low voice. Not low enough apparently, as I mustered a look from a Stacy and Chad-lite sitting to my left. The Chad rolled his eyes, while the Stacy raised an eyebrow. Typical, they didn't understand me. No one did, I had learned to live with it. My level of intelligence felt more like a curse half the time. The situation had become more commonplace then I cared to admit.

The Chad cleared his throat, looked my way, and asked: "Anon... you aight dog?"

The Stacy giggled.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Look, I'm trying to do my work." I replied, through a slight, annoyed, exhale.

The Chad just nodded and went back to his work. 'Good,' I thought, 'I didn't need him distracting me.' I looked at the Clock again. 11:50. 'Fifteen more minutes, I can live for fifteen more minutes.' I began thinking about how I would ask Veronica out, I hadn't really planned it out. Not by lack of care, or an accident, no, I never planned anything out. I didn't need to, stupid people made plans so they could follow instructions when they fucked themselves over. Smart people, like me, could think on their toes.

Even though I knew this, I forced myself to think through what would happen. Veronica was complex, but her routines were simple. I had observed her from afar for some time, she always did the same thing, nearly at the same time. Watching her was well worth it, as I got to see her beauty, and I knew she couldn't resist me if I were to tell her I went through all that trouble to respect her. I knew none of these jock assholes would even think of that level of devotion.

Deep in my thoughts, I only came back to when all the other students packed their things and prepared to leave. Once again, I gave the clock a look. 12:03. I began to pack up, and stood at the door, tapping my foot. I was impatient. I couldn't wait much longer, but, at the same time I was hoping I could have just a bit more time to collect my thoughts.

The bell let out it's relieving ring. 'Guess not,' I thought with a chuckle. I began walking towards the cafeteria, through the congested hallways. Finally I arrived at the cafeteria, crowded as ever. I made my way to my usual seat, positioned perfectly with an unobscured view of Veronica's table. There was no more time to think or fantasize, this was the real deal. I had to wait for the perfect time to strike, the most likely time was when she took a trip to the trash can.

That would take a while, but I could wait. No matter how much time I had to collect my thoughts, it never seemed like enough. So I sat there waiting observing the routine I had seen so often. She was always the third or fourth to her table, which had about 10 people at it. Nothing but Stacies, Roasties, and Chads. I really was at a loss for why she sat there, she didn't fit in. As usual she sat close to a chad named Fletcher. I didn't know much about him, as he had just started sitting at Veronica's table a few weeks ago, but I didn't need to be a reddit detective to tell he was just your average chad.

So I waited for what seemed like forever, and mere seconds at the same time. Veronica had finished eating her lunch so I knew she would be taking a trip to the trash can in the corner soon enough. I needed to look a little natural so I grabbed some napkins that would give me something to throw away. I released a sharp exhale.

'It's now or never Anon.'

I got up from my seat and made a slow bee-line for the trash can, the same one Veronica headed towards. She didn't notice me. Her head was faced downwards, bobbing to the music I presume she was listening to. Veronica was slim and well proportioned, but still only 5' 4", so just a few inches shorter than me. She always wore elaborate outfits, different jackets, blouses, and shoes nearly every day. Her laugh was uplifting, and her smile heartwarming. I arrived at the trash can the same time as she did.

"Oh... heeey Anon," she said hesitantly.

"Why hello, Veronica." I said, as elegantly as possible. "I wanted to talk to you about something, may I have a moment of your time?"

"Uhh... I guess yeah. What's up?" Veronica replied, a puzzled look appearing on her face.

"I've waited for some time to ask this M'lady."

She shuddered slightly, as I extended my hand towards her.

"I'd like to offer my hand in pseudo-marriage, my love."

She looked even more confused.

"Uh... you mean... you want to... date me?"

"Well I was hoping a brilliant girl such as yourself would use more sophisticated nomenclature, but yes. I would like to date you."

She stared blankly at me, in shock. It took her a few seconds to answer back, and when she did she seemed to be holding back a chuckle. "Oh really? I'm sorry, Anon... but I'm seeing someone."

I felt like I had been hit with a bag of bricks.

"What?" I exclaimed, "Who?"

"Fletcher. I'm sure you've heard of him, he's in the criteria for Valedictorian. He sits by me at our table."

Him, I should have known.

"I can't believe this Veronica. I love you, and I'll show it more than that worthless chad ever could!"

She seemed somewhat taken aback by me, but continued in the same tone she spoke in before.

"Look Anon, I know rejection hurts, but's it not worth it to get caught up on this. You seem like a uhh..." she paused for a bit. "...nice guy... there's plenty of people out there for you."

I was heartbroken, to the point where I could no longer be a gentleman. I grunted.

"Ugh, typical. See you around," I muttered as I stormed off. I had seen this too many times before. I don't know why I was surprised. Stupid whores go for chads who will just treat them like shit, instead of genuine, nice guys, like me.

This was the backwards society we lived in, and I decided I needed to do something about it.