Mismatched

Hera. Freaking. Nguyen.

I used to think I was the most feared guy in D. W. Bell High. No one dared to mess with me. I was too tough and cool and amazing, not to mention I was crafted by the Greek Gods, have you seen my face?

But all that changed because of a damn nerd...

That nerd and I are a couple now, but we weren't always so lovey-dovey like this.

Yep, there's a backstory to this. Allow me to explain.

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Najeem saw that I was sizing up all the weaks. They reminded me of noob freshmen, despite being seniors.
"You see that weirdo over there?" he asked, pointing to the sea of students.
My eyes locked onto a blur of red and white. I knew what I had to do.
"Hey, IcyHot!" I called to the girl doing a certain fiery ice boy's attack position. Not that I would know...
The girl dropped her hands from the weird position she was in, and everything stopped. Everyone's eyes were on me, as usual.
I immediately sang: "Somebody once told me it's your power, Todoroki!"
My bros joined in: "Your mother burned your face and she left!"
And then we all said: "It's not Endeavor's!"
Hera narrowed her eyes. "How the hell do you know so much about Todoroki? You even know his nickname, yet I'm the weeb ball?"
"Shit..." I mumbled in immediate panic. With one swift motion, I snatched her wig off and dangled it over her head to take the attention off of me and my knowledge about Todobro.
"Hey! GIVE IT BACK!" Hera screamed at a rate that pierced my ears. But I didn't waiver for one second.
"You want it back so badly, nerd? You gotta get it from me."
Every time Hera would jump high enough to try to take the wig back, I rose it high enough to make her miss.
Laughter echoed all around us as Hera stood visibly frustrated, which was mildly adorable, but I'd never admit that to her face. After her umpteenth attempt, she kneed me in the nuts, forcing me to drop the wig to the ground.
I fell to my knees in extreme pain, and as the damn nerd girl went to pick her wig up, she snapped, "That wasn't very Plus Ultra of you."
"Shut the hell up, you damn nerd girl!" I yelled in pain.
Unfortunately for me, one of the weaks had alerted the principal, or as I say, "The Devil Herself," Ms. O'Hara. I swear every time someone even whispers her name, she spawns out of thin air. And she looks pretty young too. Maybe she really is the devil.
"What the hell is going on here?!" she yelled. That made everyone shut their traps.
The entire hallway fell silent, despite Ty snickering beside me, causing me to jab him with my elbow. She had a very upset look on her face as she walked towards us.
"Oh, fuck," I thought. "Hopefully she didn't see what I did to Hera."
"She ATTACKED me!" I whimpered, immediately switching to victim mode while grimacing in obvious pain. But O'Hara saw right through me.
"I saw what you did to Hera," she told me. "Off record, you deserved it..."
Little did I know, there were security cams scattered through the hallway. I looked up, and there it was: a security cam right over us.
O'Hara took out her iPad 2 and showed me the footage feed.
"Shit," I muttered as I watched.
"Typical..." she said with a sigh, shaking her head. "Jason, Hera, my office."
Oh, God... This is bad. This is very, very, very bad! Not only did that punk weak alert our principal, but unfortunately she knows me very well...
Hera and I reluctantly walked towards O'Hara, but not quick enough for her.
"NOW!!" she yelled, making everyone except me and Hera dip. Even Najeem and Ty were scared enough to leave. Assholes...

As we entered the office, I was forcefully coaxed into one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"Sit," O'Hara said sharply.
"I'm not a dog-"
"Sit the fuck down!" she shouted, glaring at me.
I never plopped down into a chair faster. My heart was pounding, but not out of anger this time.
"Not so brave now, are you? You're a total Deku!"
"No, I'm not, you damn nerd girl! Besides, Deku is brave and heroic and-"
"See? You are a weeb ball!"
"Can the two of you just shut the hell up?!" O'Hara said, clearly pissed. Then she turned to Hera. "What the hell's even on your face?"
"It's face paint for my cosplay, Ms. O'Hara, you're just jealous you can't beat your face this well. Wait, are those wrinkles?"
O'Hara shook her head again. "Hera, this is a school, not a convention for nerds," she told her.
I snorted, trying my damnedest not to burst into laughter.
"Shut up," O'Hara promptly said.
"Hey, I'm not a nerd, Ms. O'Hara! I'm an otaku!" Hera snapped. "Get it right!"
O'Hara ignored her, disgust on her face. "Jason..." O'Hara said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "As I had mentioned before we came in here, I saw what you did, and you deserved it. You're a dick, if I'm being honest."
"You can't just say that!" I blurted. "You're the principal!"
"Tough shit," Ms. O'Hara said, high fiving Hera.
A disgusted look crossed O'Hara's face again as she looked at the face paint that now stained her hand.
"Ew," O'Hara said. "Why are you even in my sight right now?" Her eyes wandered to the ceiling. "Oh, right... I have a job to do. I don't get paid enough for this bullshit... I guess I should call your parents or something..."
I rolled my eyes at her, but in reality, my heart was pounding and my palms were profusely sweaty.
With that, she called my pops. I was silently begging him not to pick up.
And just my luck... he picked up.
"Good morning, Mr. Davis, Sr.," she said. "Apparently it's my duty to inform you that your son is in my office for harassing a classmate."
There was a brief pause before my dad said: "Why?"
"Because your son is a piece of shit- ...work! A piece of work."
I couldn't tell what my dad was saying after that, but I knew when I got home, there would be hell to pay.
"So what should I do?"
I strained my ears to hear what Dad was saying. And my heart sank to hear: "I think I have something in mind." Well fuck.