((Usually I post these in my journal, but I figured people could react to this one if they wanted<33))

Roch followed the crowd as they filtered into the ghetto auditorium. Well, that explained why Isra thought they’d let his club use it. It jackin’ fit him to a tee, he thought with a dry laugh. He headed to the back, not wanting to block others view with his hat, but not wanting to take it off, either. Alone. Yeah, that was a bit different for the punk boil, but there was a good reason. There was no way Demi would hang out with him for this little school event. Not like prom.

He wasn’t having the greatest day, that was for sure. First the problem with Xiu hiding half the time, then Demi ignoring him, and--well, there was a lot of s**t that’d gone down at Riley’s booth, and very little of it had to do with her election. Most of it had to do with his messed up love life. Which really sucked.

But one thing had stuck out. Riley expected there to be some sort of fight coming up. Maybe she was paranoid, she was a demon, after all, but wasn’t it smarter to be safe? He frowned, thinking of how much silver he had compared to how many hours he would need at the karaoke booth. He’d been slacking since he started school, assuming that the teachers would know how to fix his FEAR so he could control it, but that was stupid. How many people HAD his type of fear?

Well, off the top of his head he could think of one. But there was no way in hell--

"Hi. Shut up. No seriously...hey! Jack-damnit! Who threw that?! When the revolution comes, you may not be the first against the wall, but you'll definitely be feeling it against your asses you grubbing little Snots, so best vote for someone with a nice weapons cache."

He jerked, looking up at the little guy who was speaking. Had he just said what he thought he’d said? But now people were getting on stage as if nothing had happened, jackdammit, was the entire school insane??

Shehk, he thought, listening absently to her speech as his mind raced. First Riley implies that something was going to happen, now one of the staff implies the same thing, and-- What was Shehk trying for? Public Relations? She promised nothing, just ended it with some cliche’d spiel about being Halloween. But he’d seen her change into a wolf, so that made her somewhat badass... could she be a good fighter? Was that what the Student Council was supposed to be? Who else was running for Public Relations? Amrita--no, he liked her, but he couldn’t see her as being a fighter--

A ghost got up on the stage, listing out things that she wanted to do--hell no, he thought even more sharply. And this was just because he jackin’ hated ghosts. Even if they were the biggest badass in the school he would definitely vote for someone else. And this ghoul definitely didn’t fit that title.

Astra got on stage. She was cute, huh? But then she promptly went on to down “Mere Reapers” as a whole, along with herself. His face went blank and his hands twisted into fists in his pockets. Promising to listen to the student body was all well and good, but you did NOT dis Reapers and expect them to vote for you, even if you ARE one. And talking about being eaten, or stepped on, or all that candlejack? JACK no, he thought dangerously. If they were supposed to be the first fighters of the--

He stopped as a guitar riff came from his vest, vibrating against his chest. With a muttered curse and a glance around at bored looking students he undid his vest and pulled out his phone. He opened the email, not really paying attention to who had sent it.

Click Here


He clicked the link then jumped, literally, slamming his finger on the pause button of the video that had just opened up. “Son of a candlejackin’ pumpkin!” he cussed, then stopped, looking guiltily around. “Sorry,” he muttered, scrolling down to see what jacktard had sent that to him. “Dad?” he almost yelped. He hit the reply button, irritated as hell by his old man.

What the hell u doin? Im busy right now! Dont send stupid s**t like that!

He pressed send then turned off his phone, not about to get into another text fight with his old man. At least, not until after the speeches were over.

But... y’know... that had been kind of funny, he thought, a tiny grin trying to pull at the corner of his lips. He seriously wondered if his old man planned the timing, even. If he had, he thought, then he was way more twisted than he’d imagined--

How the hell had the guy he hated the most just manage to cheer him up with a stupid email? All the dramatic, emotional racking jack that’d gone down all day long, and just one STUPID email had him feeling better!

Maybe he was twisted too, he thought, looking up to catch the end of Mandy’s speech. He didn’t know her. He’d never met her, he was pretty sure. Jack, this was going to be harder than he thought.

He really wanted to see what that video was about, though... Maybe after the speeches were over.

Then Christof got on stage. Roch forgot ALL about the video with that one.

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