Herosteve Oneshots

Highschool AU: Part 1

Warning: This contains the subject of abuse and drug/ alcohol addiction. Don't read this if you don't want to.
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Herobrine's POV~
I was in homeroom burning the quizzes that we were supposed to take today with a lighter that I snuck into school. Our teacher, Mrs.Hernandez, was outside of the classroom talking to one of the other teachers, so it was easy getting to the papers. Most of the students didn't really care about what I was doing or they thought it was cool, therefore I almost never got told on. Because of this, I could usually finish what I was doing before I got I trouble by the teachers. I do things like burning papers, messing up entire classrooms, taking down projectors and hiding them, or breaking anything that is breakable so much that when something like that happens, everybody knows it was me. Also, I've been put in ISS (In School Suspension) or detention so much that if somebody is talking about me and don't know my name, they'll just call me "the guy who gets in trouble a lot".
  Once all of the quizzes were reduced to a pile of ashes on the floor, I sat back down at my desk and started grinning, evilly. Mrs.Hernandez came running in as soon as she smelled the smoke. She looked around to see that there was no fire, well, not anymore. Shrugging it off as just the smell of smoke coming through the air vent from the cafeteria kitchen, she walked over to her desk, looking for the quizzes.
  "Okay, class. As I said yesterday, we are going to be taking a qui-,"She stopped suddenly. "Where are the quizzes?", she mumbled to herself. She then stepped on the pile of ashes that were on the floor. She looked down and saw that there was still a piece of the paper that wasn't burned. Recognizing it as part of the quizzes she was going to give out, she looked at me with a very angry expression.
  "Herobrine, you did this didn't you?", she questioned, already knowing what the answer was.
  I then busted out laughing. It doesn't matter how many times I burn assignments, it's always funny as hell.
"V.P.O. Now." Mrs.Hernandez looked at me sternly, pointing to the classroom's door. I got up, still smiling, and left.
As I walked through the hallways, I passed a few students who gave me disappointed glances or just face palmed. There was also a teacher who's facial expression was a combination of anger and annoyance. About halfway through the last hallway till I got to the Vice Principal's Office, I passed Steve. Steve, the straight-A, goody-goody student that never did anything wrong. He has always been the teacher's pet in all of his classes. He's also really cute, with his chocolate brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and the most adorable face I have ever seen.
I was sitting in one of the chairs in the V.P.O., waiting for what my punishment was going to be. It probably wasn't going to be anything worse than I.S.S. This school wants to be seen as the kind of school where none of their students ever get into trouble.

  I was right. I only got In School Suspension for a few days.
  I was sitting in a seat in the I.S.S. room getting lectured by the counselor, whose name I don't remember, about how I needed to learn that what I was doing is bad and that I should stop. I wasn't actually listening to what she was saying; I was just saying yes or no or whatever she wanted to hear. I just wanted her away from me. She finally left and I began finding ways to make more trouble. I grabbed my pocketknife and pulled out the screwdriver part of it, beginning to unscrew the screws holding the I.S.S. teachers desk and chair together. He had left to go to the restroom and was currently having s long conversation with another teacher, so he wasn't here to stop me.
  I managed to balance the desk so it wouldn't fall as long as it wasn't bumped into, moved, or had any more weight on it. I sat down at my desk right before the teacher came back in. He sat down in his chair and placed his arms on his desk. Then, simultaneously, the chair and desk came crashing down, the teacher getting pinned under it.
  I got another week of In School Suspension after that.

  When I arrived home, I immediately noticed that the house was clean and had a nice smell to it. Usually it was a mess, with broken syringes, small bags once filled with drugs, and empty bottles of alcohol littering the floor. And, as a result of that, the house had a horrible smell.
  "Herobrine!" I flinched as my mother yelled at me as she walked out of her room. "We are having guests over, so be on your best behavior! You know what will happen if you don't," she threatened. "They'll be here in about an hour so go get yourself cleaned up."
  I didn't want to be beaten again so I responded with a quiet, "Yes, Mother." I was afraid of my parents. Whenever I did the slightest thing wrong, they would beat the living shit out of me. They'd yell at me and call me names. After that, they'd send me to my room and not let me eat or drink anything for the next 24 hours.
  I walked quickly to my room to change out of my clothes and take a shower. Getting out about ten minutes later, I dried myself off with a towel and changed into new clothes, brushing my hair into it's normal style. I rushed back into my room to organize it so my parents wouldn't get mad at me for "not preparing for our guests".
  My father got back home a few minutes after I was done cleaning my room. "Good, you're home. Our guests will be here any time, now," Mother said as Father put his work bag down.
  "Did the brat get himself cleaned up?", Father asked with an angry tone. "And did he clean his room?"
  "Yes," she responded.
  "Hey, brat!" My father hollered for me to come over to him. I did so without protest. Once I got to him, he looked over me to see if what I was wearing met his standards. I knew to always wear my best clothing during occasions like this. If I didn't, I would get a beating. I wore an ocean blue, long sleeve, button down shirt with jeans and black tennis shoes. He grunted and turned away from me. I sighed in relief. That meant my outfit was okay.
  I waited in my room for the guests to come over. I had no idea who they were; my parents never told me.
  I heard the doorbell ring and I walked out to the foyer. By the time I got there, they were already inside.
I was shocked at who I saw.
It was Steve and his parents.
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