Smirking, he pounded his right fist into his left palm, about to pummel his favorite victim when strong hands grab his 6’5’ frame and slam it against the lockers. He winced from the impact thinking that he was caught by a teacher or the principal, but when he opened and adjusted his eyes, a 5’11 sky blue-eyed boy was furiously looking at him. He had the punctilious look of a genius, but then, so did both of the da Díxon twins. He figured this one was Marcus for he had a reputation for standing up to bullies and defending the weak for whatever reason. Didn’t wealthy teens had other things to worry about? Like, deciding whether to take the helicopter or the yacht for a trip in the country? Or which Ferrari to drive to school the next day?
Jean-Pierre Papin smirks. “Do you think that I’m afraid of you, Marc? Why don’t you look the other way and mind your business? This does not concern you.”
“When you’re picking on innocent people, I make it my business.” The lines around the da Díxon boy’s mouth hardens.
Jean-Pierre makes a move to push the teen off him, but the teen was not letting that happen. “If you don’t get off me in cinq, I’m going to hurt you more than I was going to hurt Joe.”
“You don’t scare me.”
Cold steel gray eyes narrowed as Jean-Pierre snarls. “Oh yeah? Unhand me and I’ll make you scared of me.” he scoffs and tries changing tactics to taunt Marcus for him to land the first blow. “Shouldn’t you be at home planning some fancy party?”
“Maybe I’ll have it right on your face!”
“You’re not going to like your face after I rearrange it.”
“Alright, who hurt you?”
Jean-Pierre was taken aback by the question. He was expecting Marcus to throw the first punch to start the fight of the century at Paris High, but instead, he gets asked a stupid question. “Huh?”
“I don’t think that you’ve always bullied people because no one is born that way. Someone must have hurt you. You were bullied at some point in your life and sadly, instead of helping the defenseless, you became the abuser.”
The hands on his jacket were gone, but the twerp was still saying things making his mind wander back to that time.
“You can’t just go around prying on the weak. And you can’t just go looking for fights to boost your ego. Maybe you should try being nice for once.”
“Oh yeah?” Jean-Pierre uses his intimidating height to tower over the shorter boy. “And what if I don’t want to be nice?”
“I’m not giving you an option to be nice.”
Jean-Pierre knew this was one fight he was not going to win with his fists. No one had ever stood up to him before and it knocked the sails out of him.
“I know someone must have hurt you, but it’s never okay to pick on the defenseless just to make yourself feel good. You should be standing up for them for bullying is never the answer. Now, I want you to find Joe and apologize.”
Humbled in front of his peers who witnessed the entire exchange, Jean-Pierre sighs and without a word begins to walk away.
He watched as Jean-Pierre’s figure retreats down the hall and disappear around the corner just as his twin joins him.
“I turn my back for one minute and you’re getting into trouble with the charmant mauvais garçon.”
“He isn’t that charming.”
“I know, and I would’ve loved to see his face when you pinned him against the locker and threatened him.”
“I didn’t threaten him.”
“Oh yeah, that’s not what I heard, Ray.”
Ray shrugs. “He thought I was you anyway.”
Marcus laughs as he puts an arm around his identical half and escorts him down the now empty hall. “I guess my reputation precedes me then. That’s why I want to become a lawyer. I want to defend the helpless and what you did for Joe was pretty amazing.”
“Eh, c’est pas grave.”
“Um, Ray, what class do we have now?”
“You have like an eidetic memory and you can’t remember that we have Econ with monsieur Dupont? Ay! What do you use your brain for anyway?”
*** French Terms used:
cinq – 5
charmant mauvais garçon – charming bad boy
c’est pas grave – no problem
All grammatical errors are mine.
Well, this is what I might be working on if the time permits. If you like it, let me know; if you don’t, still let me know. And remember, bullying in any form is bad.
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Welcome back to another installment of Cheesy Writings! No, seriously, I can be very cheesy whenever I have nothing on the mind. >.<
An Ethan Hunt romance.
With Wonder Woman.
This is a story.
A love story.
Although it didn’t start off as such.
Diana was a force to be reckoned with and she thought that…
…until she met Agent Ethan Hunt.
But Hunt didn’t give her a second glance for he was on a mission for the CIA. She blinked and he was gone. The next time she encountered him, he was on the Vienna State Opera rooftop helping some femme fatale off the roof.
There was a little spark between him and the beauty in the billowing yellow dress waiting to be ignited and this made Diana feel jealous another feeling she wasn’t used to. As the spy duo safely slid off the roof and onto the ground via rope, Superman appeared where she was perched in the dark of the building opposite the Opera house.
“You seem distracted,” he said before locating the source of her distraction. “You’ve been watching that agent for weeks now.”
Wonder Woman sighs and asks…
To which the Man of Steel somewhat harshly replies…
“Don’t give me that lecture, Supes. I can take care of myself.” She turns to leave the rooftop when an explosion rocketed below.
Gasping in shock, she quickly dashed to the edge to survey the damage. A car was blown to bits and Superman was too SHOOK to move from his spot. Had he not been distracted by his partner, he would’ve heard the ticking bomb wired to the Austrian President’s car. He had to remember that her heart lied elsewhere now.
“No. Your super spy boyfriend is safe.” he scornfully muses as he flew down to the scene of the crime. Wonder Woman shrugs and decides to go after the agent who was actually waiting for her at the hotel he was holed up in.
“You’ve been following me for quite some time, Miss Prince.” Ethan appraised what he saw in front of her although she was dressed in civilian clothing. “Took you a while to come get me.”
Diana somewhat smiled. “This is fate, Ethan and I am hoping that you’ll accept it.”
Ethan Hunt was intrigued. “Oh yeah?” he said amused. “I don’t believe in fate, but I do believe in luck and you’re in luck. Now, tell me why you were stalking me for the past few weeks and maybe we can come to some sort of an agreement.”
That was exactly seven months ago. Now that they were a couple, they had to settle for seeing each other whenever they can even if it was just for a minute. Ethan had his secret missions and she had the world to save with the Justice League.
Tonight, the secret island was bathed in a cold full moon. Ethan was reclining back in a chair out on the balcony half asleep healing from the last brutal mission which almost cost him an arm, but when he sensed his girlfriend close, he opened his eyes to smile at her. “Thanks for bringing me here. I needed this getaway,” he said, holding up his slung arm.
“I like taking care of you,” Diana assures him as she takes his invitation and sat on his lap. Being domesticated was also something she never thought she would be good at. She wraps her arms around his neck, his smile growing deeper. She still couldn’t get over his smiles sometimes. At how his one-in-a-million perfect combination of teeth and lips made her feel like she was the most important person in the entire galaxy. Superman never made her feel that way. She wanted to be the only one Ethan smiled at. The only one he saved his best kisses for. “And I love you just the way you are.”
“Immoderate amounts of danger and injury included?” he asked.
She nods yes.
“I’m beginning to feel like Batman, though, with so many injur…” she quieted him with a kiss, happily ending any more need for words. But the bliss was not to last for Ethan’s cell phone interrupted the beautiful silence. They both sighed for they knew it meant business. She ran her hand through his glorious head of hair and touched his forehead with hers.
“Answer it,” she whispered as she stands. He didn’t complain as she walked away for he loved watching her walk away.
Ethan groaned in annoyance already knowing who it was, but he took the call anyway. A recorded voice immediately fills his ear: “Your mission, should you choose to accept it -“
Superman sulked rather nastily as he sat in the Watch Tower alone. Normally, Wonder Woman will be on watch duty with him, but she was on some secret island with that stupid secret agent on a mini getaway. He had every intention to destroy Hunt in the building blast, but the bastard made it out alive. The bruises and the broken arm was enough to make Superman smugly smile. The puny mortal was no match for him.
Hunt was Diana’s sun and moon, but Superman was about to end the universe to win her heart back.
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I looked at the two coffees in confusion in my hands. “Why have I got two?” I asked the barista. “I only wanted one.”
She looks at me as if I had grown an extra head. “Do you sleepwalk? This is the third time that you came in and ordered the same two coffees.”
“Oh,” I could feel my cheeks growing warmer. “Thanks,” blushing out of embarrassment, I left the shop pinning the blame solely on one Nickolas Abdool. I missed him so much although I was the one at fault. We were the best of friends before something shifted in the universe, pushing us even closer together and when he finally admitted the way he felt about me a few weeks ago, I ran. I liked us being friends despite the fact that I always wanted to make him smile. His smiles were like sunshine on a rainy afternoon especially the one with the soft turn of lips, dimples deepening, chocolate brown eyes, soft and bright.
I missed him.
So when I showed up on his porch the next morning and his eyes bulged like some sort of exotic insect when he opened the door to me holding out a coffee to him, I was expecting him to tell me off. Instead, he accepted it wordlessly and stood to the side to let me in.
“It turns out that when I get a coffee, I order yours as well and then it dawned on me that I only want to get you, coffee.” I rambled. “Does that make sense?”
“No,” he drawls in that Kentucky accent, still thoroughly confused. “But keep talking.”
“Last week, I went to the mall and I ordered you a coffee despite the fact that you weren’t with me and I had no intention to come visit. And do you know what I did a while ago?”
Nickolas grins. “I can guess, but I’ll like the sound of it better coming from your mouth.”
I shrug. “I did it again, Nick. I ordered you a coffee.” I then sighed and decided to come clean with it. “I missed you, Nick.”
He smiled somewhat sadly. “I missed you, too. I would’ve kept my feelings to myself had I known you would’ve run.”
“It’s not that, Nick. The only time I feel like smiling is when I’m with you. Your voice surrounds my heart like a blanket because it reminds me of home. It’s just that all these new feelings left me perplexed because I don’t want our friendship to end.”
“And who says it’s ending?”
“When friends become lovers there is no going back to normal after a break-up.”
“You won’t know unless you try.”
“I know that now. Wait, I need to do something.” I told him putting his peace offering coffee down on the kitchen island. I stepped in front of him, tiptoed and pressed my lips chastely against his for a few seconds. “Okay, definitely didn’t feel like it was kissing my brother.”
Nickolas laughed a deep throaty laugh and teased, “You’ll be miserable for all of tomorrow over me.”
“No, I’d be miserable for all of my tomorrows without you and I like getting you coffee, so there’s that extra bonus.”