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It had been one week exactly. After school, the Meadowview girl had rushed home and began her trip to Hank's garage. A broken motorcycle was not exactly something you could ride from place to place. And it wasn't like walking a dog through the park. It was a heavy piece of machinery that you had to push from one side of the city to the other.

Had Ellie been like most other girls, she might have tried conning a boy into doing such a tedious task. However, the girl was no pushover and knew she was perfectly capable of transporting the vehicle back to her meeting spot.

Stopping just short of the garage (the building was in sight from where she was at), Ellie stopped to take a break. She had changed into something other than her school uniform, since she figured she'd get all oily somehow. And she was right. Her skin was dabbed in small blots of black oil. At least she was in an outfit she didn't really care too much about. She wore a sleeveless shirt (thanks to her tearing off the sleeves) and a pair of boy's skater shorts. She had a couple of black leather bracer-styled bracelets on as well. She had been certain to bring her backpack so she could give the boys the parts she had to remove as well. The blonde wiped the sweat off her brow and fluffed up her hair slightly to air it out a bit.

"Good work out!" she grunted before she continued to roll the motorbike closer to the garage.

Ellie continued to trudge forward with the motorbike. Eventually, she could see two little specks that seemed to be looking around for something. They were so small and far away, she could use her thumb and pointer finger to squish them.

"Close enough!" she panted as she used her foot to set the kickstand out. She then raised her arms and shouted out as loud as she could "Hey, MARLO!!! *SSHOLE!!! OVER HERE!!!!"

Hopefully *sshole wasn't as deaf as he was ignorant. She sat her butt down on the seat of the bike and waited for the boys to hopefully notice her.

If it was possible to see the vein bulging under her bangs, maybe that would have been a hint for Elzo to stop. Maybe. If he was smart enough to interpret that correctly. Ellie figured he might translate that as "please hump me."

So when he got right in front of her and decided it was an appropriate time to bow before her, she'd greet him with her foot, aiming to kick him in the shins.

Only when Marlo arrived as well did Ellie point at each boy individually.

Pointing to Elzo first, she said "Wrong..."

And pointing to Marlo next, she continued "...and wrong!"

She cleared her voice and made certain she enunciated the words carefully. "My name is not Cutie, Fair Lady, or Miss. My name is Ellie. Don't screw that up again." She paused, then pointed at Elzo again. "Especially you, *sshole."

Once she got that off her chest, she stood up so she was no longer on the bike. Her shorts (which went down to about her knees) were a bit too baggy, so she had to hike them up once she was on level ground again. "...kay, now to business!"

"I'll make this really easy fer ya, kay?"

Ellie pointed to the motorbike frame, while ignoring all the attention that Elzo seemed to be begging for. "That's yer frame you asked for. Can't ride it anymore, but y'can roll it around. It's heavy though if you didn't already know it."

Here, she paused and set her backpack down on the ground. She happened to notice the oil splatters on her skin and sighed. No way of keeping clean in this profession. She then began to unzip the pouch and then pulled out two plastic bags. Tossing the first one forward with no care at all, she stated bluntly "That's junk! Dispose of it at the next electronic waste drive."

The next bag she had pulled out she treated more carefully. While she zipped up her backpack, she glanced up to the elder brother. With no sympathy and a matter-of-fact tone, she stated "It just means yer a wuss, *sshole."

Did Elzo's little cussing insult bother Ellie? Not even in the slightest. Why hang out with guys if you couldn't handle the cursing or sexual talk?

So instead of getting upset, she instead slickly pointed out "Bet you wish I'd suck c**k, but I make it a rule I don't play that way with someone who sucks it as well." The best way to get a guy was to insult their masculinity, or to hit them in said masculinity. Yet, even Ellie had a code of conduct, and knew that like any guy, it was taboo to hit below the belt.

Replacing her backpack on her shoulders, she stood up, once more hitching up her pants. *sshole's nickname from his brother was amusingly similar to her own nickname. It was yet another way to get on this guy's nerves, so Ellie made certain to take note of such mentally.

Once the two boys seemed to take a break from their squabbling, Ellie held out the other bag for Marlo. "And finally, this is the bag of good stuff, you can sell these parts off. They're still good, but they couldn't stay in the bike!" Once the boy grabbed up the remaining parts, she shook her head.

"No, no payment. I do this sh*t cuz it's fun." She was going to turn to leave, but then she thought of something she'd like to add on to her declaration.

"Oh, and none of that 'let me ask you out on a date' crap. Too corny, and coming from *sshole, it'd be too predictable."

Ellie had a smug grin on her face that was priceless. She had won. Nothing could break that feeling. Once again, she shook her head and made certain the parts weren't handed back to her.

"Naw, I don't need those parts. I already have a bike, and m'dad pays fer all my parts fer my car. You keep it and sell it t'save up fer yer next bike." It was about here that Elzo had come up with his "priceless" attempt at an insult. And while *sshole was getting pummeled by his flesh and blood, Ellie added on top of it quite simply, "Considering how hard you were eye-humpin' me earlier, I doubt you'd last 10 seconds with me naked in th'same room as you."

Rolling her shoulders into a shrug, Ellie remained quiet for a bit. She really couldn't think of anything she needed or wanted as a payment. Elzo was pretty amusing to watch, and Marlo seemed quite polite. They seemed like decent enough company.

Then she suddenly remembered something from the previous week. Something her friend, Jared, had said. Or rather, accused.

"Eh... Marlo? Why're ya guys at Hillworth?" The question seemed to float about in the air for a moment, seeming to not fit into the conversation at all. The girl seemed to grow less jovial and more serious as she awaited a response. There wasn't even a hint to why she had asked such a thing.

Ellie hiked up her backpack slightly before responding again. She turned to Elzo and somewhat snarled out "Did I say I had a problem with Hillworth, *sshole?!" This boy certainly seemed like Hillworth material to her, but that was due to his general stupidity.

She then turned back to Marlo, who didn't seem like material for that particular academy. Her expression went back to neutral again as she attempted to explain her dilemma. "See, I have a friend. Jared. And he was bein' a bit of an *ss. He's under the notion that everyone at Hillworth is a criminal. He basically suggested that y'both stole this bike. I don't think that's what happened." She paused. "Just wanna prove that douche wrong is all." She shrugged as if she wasn't trying to make a big deal about it.