#they fixed that in High School no way they'd be depressed again

[pointless-adhd-thoughts]

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[wishful-thinking64]

Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss Rewrite Ideas #02

Hello! Hello! I've come to bring rewrite ideas for both shows once again! People seemed to like the first one and I like coming up with story ideas with and for practically everyone so here are seven more rewrite ideas for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss! ______

#01.) Have Alastor's magic sigils be radio symbols over Vodou symbols as it not only makes way more sense with Alastor being the Radio Demon but to not play into a harmful stereotype about a real life religion.

#02.) On the topic of religion, don't be afraid to add a few more religious figures from the Bible or the Torah! As long as you're being mindful about the material you're pulling from, I really don't see this as much of an issue. People make their own spin on angels, demons, Jesus, and God all the time! But for once, this is where Viv gets cold feet even though she already has Adam & Eve there but not their two main children? Or the reason behind why their parents and everything else exists?? Seriously Viv??? #03.) In any case, if you do add the first two siblings then I suggest having Cain possibly work at the Hotel as some kind of repentance considering he's both the first real Sinner and for the fact that he feels guilt over killing his little brother. #04.) Alright, now for some ideas for Helluva Boss! I feel like we've all grown tired of seeing the, "Two people arranged in a loveless marriage," trope with how often it's been appearing and HB is no stranger to this trope and tries to use it as a way to rectify Stolas' affair with Blitzo.

I mentioned this in my third One Hell of an Unpopular Opinion series but if you want to stick loosely to HB's canon then you'd probably be better off with making Stella a surrogate mother as we still haven't seen her interact with Octavia and there was no real point in having Stolas marry Stella if all he needed to do was secure an heir. Besides I'm pretty sure that's what Paimon did in order to get Stolas as we see no signs that he had a mom growing up with how he was raised by a butler. On the contrary, should you wish to keep Stella as Stolas' wife, I'd recommend going the path not taken. By which I mean, have Stella and Stolas marry because, at one point, they did genuinely love each other but over the years that love dwindled and eventually faded out. Even though they'd be better off parting ways they choose to stay together as Great Horned Owls (the owl that the actual Stolas from the actual Ars Goetia seems to be based off of) and Snow Geese (I refuse to believe she's a swan especially since her brother has ice powers and lives in an ice castle) typically mate for life. From here, I'd have Octavia not be born out of the "necessity" of an heir but rather as a last ditch effort to see if their relationship can be rekindled as many couples in real life think that having a child or children will "fix" their relationship. #05.) Sorry for getting somewhat depressing with that last bit. To make up for it, write a fun chapter about I.M.P. having fun by rewriting Episode #05 of Season #01, The Harvest Moon Festival! A lot of people like The Harvest Moon Festival as it is though the majority agrees that it should've been a Millie centric episode. So have her be the reason they go to the Harvest Moon Festival over Stolas, show her competing in the Pain Games, and have her stand up for her husband due to having enough of her family constantly shit talking him. Overall, have Millie excel at being the bad ass girlboss that HB makes her out to be! #06.) Give Octavia some type of found family or friend group. Have her attend a prestigious private school (I doubt Stella will have her daughter attend a regular public high school) and have her become friends with the school's outcasts. The reason this group could be outcasts is because they actually earned their right to be there by getting good grades while most of the students are probably the offspring of Hell's high ranking officials. But seriously, this girl needs (and deserves) a support system STAT! #07.) Properly explain what it takes to get a soul into Heaven. I don't care if you explain this via The Ten Commandments, trusting that Jesus died for humanity's sins, or by using another set of rules from a different religion that isn't Christianity just be certain that your explanation is clear and concise and makes sense for what you have already pre-established for your rewrite. Don't do what the HH series did by saying, "Yeah, we don't know," because that is genuinely how you lose an audience. You can't have the ENTIRE premise of the show being about wanting Sinners to get into Heaven when HEAVEN doesn't even know what gets a soul there in the first place! ______ Well, those are all of the ideas I've got for now! See ya guys!

[medicinemane]

Saw a post saying how anyone who doesn't have any friends, it's just cause they're mean

Good to know my isolation is just cause I'm a mean person

It's got nothing to do with stuff like how my mom wouldn't let me go anywhere with anyone after school because she was so certain something terrible would happen (one of the few times I did that, she was constantly making me call to check in)

It's got nothing to do with the fact that after I admitted to the school that I was suicidal, one of the people I was closer to ended up breaking all ties with me because she just didn't know what to do to help. She never like... asked me, I could have said... I don't know, actually ever hanging out might help. It wouldn't fix me, but the company would be nice

In high school, basically everyone liked me pretty well, but I just wasn't close with any of them. They were all like "hey, good to see you" when they'd see me at school, but there was a zero percent chance of ever doing stuff outside school

Also... it's not like people mean different things with the word friends, it's not like it's on of those words that's stretched out to mean anything from friendly acquaintance and drinking buddy, all the way to a real best friend who you're super close with

It couldn't be that people saying how they didn't have friends aren't saying they've never been close to anyone in their life, it's that they've been extremely isolated and never been more than superficially close to someone

You know, right after I graduated, (and here's that exact problem, I call her my friend cause we got along, but we obviously weren't that close) my friend and I had agreed to just go get some coffee together, but then her long distance boyfriend got jealous

So I said to her "Listen, I literally haven't seen anyone all summer, I'm real nervous about college and this is really the only chance I'm going to have to actually talk with anyone, I'd really appreciate if we could just hang out"

She said not to make her choose, and obviously I'm not going to pressure someone (she later broke up with her boyfriend, who'd have guess he was a prick?). We never spoke again, not cause I was mad, she just never talked to me again... not really sure what I should have done differently that would have kept us friends (and once again, I call us friends, but I also 100% would say we were never friends, and it's all down to what kind of friend I'm talking)

You know, another thing this post said is how no one likes you if you're always trauma dumping, and perhaps that's the catch 22 here. This very post shows why I'm alone. For the record though, I'm not saying this stuff so anyone feels sorry for me, I kind of don't care

I'm saying this stuff to give examples, I'm saying this stuff to give perspective, I'm saying this stuff because this isn't the first time I've heard someone say this on here. A while back I saw people dunking on someone on reddit for basically being super depressed and saying roughly "no friends at 16, my life is over", and the whole thread on here was people saying how clearly he was a creep and a horrible person and a whiny loser and that's why

I give these details to give context, to give specifics

I've been friendless most of my life because I'm mean (the only people I've ever been close to are a few people I've met here)... well you're probably right

I'm not so sure you're that kind yourself though

You mock people for feeling isolated, you diagnose them as awful people. Why should I value your opinion

You want to know what I think? I think that this is that classic situation where it's no longer so nice to make fun of people for being mentally ill or developmentally disabled or things like that, so people push to make it that no, they just don't like people who are weird

You'd never hate someone for being autistic or something like that, but having no friends is just so creepy, and totally not something that people who have trouble with social cues might deal with

Like do you see what I'm saying?

I'm not every trying to be like "oh, everyone who says this hate all mentally ill people", I'm saying so often people who firmly believe their compassionate forget things like that maybe the people around them have depth and don't broadcast things like mental illness, and then they end up making fun of people for their mental illness without even intending to

You have no idea how much it feels like if I'm too depressed, for too long, too openly, everyone will just get tired of dealing with me like that one friend of mine did

I often get uncomfortable if I start opening up at all about how I'm doing, so I'll just redirect to a new subject (if it's directly with anyone, obviously I spew whatever garbage onto my blog, sometimes I need to scream and that's the only mouth I have)

Anyway, I didn't want to reblog the original post because... well a couple of reasons

One, I don't really like arguing, especially with people I don't think there's any chance of changing their minds

Two, I kind of prefer to talk about ideas rather than getting bogged down in a specific post. Like I said, this isn't the first time I've seen this thinking on here, it won't be the last I'm sure

Also it's not a full on reason, but I didn't want to put the person who put that post on my dash on blast. I was thinking of queuing it to create some temporal distance to make it less likely anyone thought I was pointing a finger specifically at them, but... I find myself just wanting to say this now

So there it is, I just find it cruel to blame people for their own isolation based on literally nothing but the phrase "I have no friends", which literally is the full evidence being used here

You've got no idea of their background, or their family, or any abuse, of anything going on for them like mental illness or physical disability. I mean, even if they have literally nothing up with them, perfect happy kid, maybe they just didn't find anyone they connected with, maybe their family moved a lot

You're making an awful lot of pretty damning assumptions about someone based on one phrase

Also I saw in some screenshoted tags someone had shared one person saying roughly "if you're a pleasant person, then people will be there for you in the dark times"... but you don't know that, you don't. People get tired of dealing with you, or maybe someone just doesn't have very nice people around them. Like that would be great, but be realistic, you can't say that, you don't know

Maybe try putting yourself in other people's shoes or even... learning a single detail, before you start insulting them... just a general suggestion

Anyway... there you have it, a long rambling, stream of consciousness post. I didn't intend to write that much, but I kept coming to things I thought were relevant

So there you are, you want to say "if you don't have friends it's because you're mean", well then I'm your villain. I had no friends growing up, I'm the exact person you're describing, so there it is

[polyhexian]

Functioning labels aren't even limited to autism or the things people traditionally associate them with... It literally means your ability to function. Are you able to take care of yourself. Are you able to function at a state of a reasonable quality of life without significant help? I'M low functioning. Me! Me, I have been given in writing a statement I am low functioning depressed. Or at least at the time I was, I might be doing a little better now. But maybe not. Literally it is "I am not able to function at a level comparable to my peers, my level of ability to function like my peers is very low and I need a lot of assistance to keep up and stay safe and healthy and happy and maintain a good quality of life." That's what it means.

My uncle told me this story when I was younger that I've never been able to forget. It lodged itself in my brain like a brand and I've never shaken it. I love my uncle, he is a good man, but he's had so much trauma in his life and he's made so many poor decisions... But he's never been anything but loving and kind to me and I love him so much. And he told me once when we were talking alone about needing help-- because he's been homeless a few times and he was looking at it again, and he didn't want to accept help, or a room in our house, he didn't want to be a burden.

He has some kind of learning disability, though he's never seen a therapist in his life so it remains undiagnosed, but when he was a teenager it was the early 70s, and the word they used was "retarded." Up and until that point he had been in normal classes and sure, he was failing them all the time, but they were normal. But finally in high school they slapped the word retarded on him and moved him to the special needs class. And he tells me this with a distant look in his eye- that that classroom was at the end of a hallway with no other doors, and if you walked down that hallway everyone knew where you were going. Everyone knew something was wrong with you. Everyone knew what you were- "retarded."

He never walked down that hallway. Not once. He dropped out of school freshman year and never graduated.

The stigma of it, the soul crushing misery of having people look at him differently, of not just being lazy or a fuck-up but "retarded" was too much. And how could I ever blame him? He's not a stupid man. Not even now with all the damage he's had, he's bright and quick witted and like me, if you give him a puzzle he will figure it out. Hand him a computer and he'll figure out how to use it. Give him something broken and he will find out how to fix it. He learns by doing, but you can't always just tell him how to do something and have him figure it out. I learn the same way. I flunked out of college twice. That hallway was so frightening to my uncle that decades later, in his fifties, he still refuses to go to a psychiatrist and get labeled again.

My brother cannot take care of himself. He cannot be left alone. He cannot wash himself, feed himself, dress himself. I've spent a significant amount of time with his classmates as you may imagine. I've spent time with a great many children and young adults who can move nothing but their eyes, who cannot form new memories, who communicate only in wails and grunts, and the reality is that these people need completely different kinds of assistance than high functioning people. They need medical help, constant supervision for safety, they need entirely different forms of entertainment and ways to engage with others. Do you know how much a wheelchair costs? A tablet that helps someone speak? A smart board???

When I was little I went to pta meetings. Chronically adultified to the extreme, truly. But when I was in middle school and my brother in elementary school the county decided it would be better to consolidate all the special needs programs at different schools to one school. They were building a new one and this one they'd make super state of the art. The idea, they said, was to create the best program possible and have all the kids go to it.

I thought about that hallway.

So you're just taking all of the low functioning children and quarantining them somewhere away from everyone else? You're going to take them from their local schools where they may have friends and send them somewhere twenty miles away?

They told us they had three levels of programs, the highest being "severe and profound." My brother was severe and profound. My mother stood up at the PTA meeting and asked, what is the severe and profound track going to offer? What are you going to teach my son?

The school district representative looked her dead in the eye and said "you know, how to eat and breathe and stuff."

You're going to teach my seven year old brother to eat and breathe and stuff? Thanks. How generous.

They went through with it anyway. Built the fancy new three million dollar school. Put ten thousand dollar smart boards in the room and all kinds of fancy equipment. Three days before school opened they ran a fire drill and realized they had fucking stupidly put this room on the second floor, so evacuating students if there was a fire meant they would need to put students in wheelchairs on cots with two teachers to each child carrying them down the stairs. Not safe. Not feasible.

They gave the room with the smart boards to a regular third grade class and moved the special needs kids downstairs into what had been a phys Ed room. We ended up suing that school once for discrimination and two more times threatening to sue and settling out of court.

This world beats it into you that it is BAD to need more help than anyone else. It is shameful and revolting and people want more than anything to shove ugly disability out of sight and out of mind. We don't want to think about it. We don't want to deal with it. Inconvenient. Put them in a classroom down the hall so the other kids don't have to see them.

You should have just gotten help. It should have been easy. What do you need to improve your functioning level and quality of life? And then be given that. But that's not what they want. They want to make sure you are forced to do anything you can to get out of that hallway and be as normal as possible. Be something they can stand looking at and pretend doesn't exist.

Disability activism online talks a big game. But who cares about my families multiple discrimination lawsuits? About the abuse and suffering every authority has put us through for daring to bring my brother in public? The stigma of hallways?

It's all too ugly. Inconvenient. I've had high functioning people give him the same looks people who aren't disabled at all have. I've seen the discomfort in people's eyes when they say they don't want to be labeled as autistic because it means people will think they're like HIM. A terrible thing to be thought of as. The bitterness that has built in me is beyond anything I have the words to vocalize. I get angry. I get mean. I feel full of venom and bile and fire. I want to stand on the table in front of apathetic social workers and scream at them fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you, help me! Give him something! Help me take care of my little brother or let me kick you to death to get out my fucking frustration!! Fuck you!

Actually fuck it it's 1am and I'm ready to- well, not trauma dump, but I'm gonna be mad about shit that's not polite to talk about in public or whatever. Hi everyone welcome to my transformers shit post blog

Anyway. So most people are not aware I have siblings because I never talk about them and that's because I haven't willingly spoken to my sister in seven years because she's an abusive narcissist and out of her fucking mind violent. But that's not important I bitch about her lying about having fuckin lupus despite the fact it's already killed enough of our family as it is. My brother I talk about even less and you know why??? There's literally no way to talk about him with modern social politics without pissing someone off. My brother is six years younger than me, low functioning down's syndrome/autistic. He's 23 now, nonverbal. I changed diapers until I moved out of my parents house at 17. 24/7 supervision, radio ankle monitor for safety, blablabla. He's visibly disabled. You look at him and immediately know he's disabled so like. I can't even begin to tell you the amount of places I've been kicked out of with him

Every time I see people get into fucking identity politics about like "low/high functioning" hurting their feelings it makes my lip curl, and I know I'm irrationally mad about it but like. What else am I supposed to be? Chill? Did you know "disability" is only for people who weren't born disabled? You only get disability if you're able to work and lose that ability. If you were born disabled? Go fuck yourself. There's programs and whatever but they all fucking suck donkey shit. My family didn't get a cent from the government to help take care of a severely disabled child until he was fucking nine. My brother is deaf AND blind. Like. Come on.

And finally when we did it's still like. Fucking nothing. At one point it was like... I dunno, 600 a month plus some shit like boxes of useless bargain bin diapers? Most importantly we got a certain amount of hours from like a medical care facility. Like, special babysitters, essentially. Fifteen hours a week maybe. Like great thanks that's super helpful. I was scrubbing shit off the walls when I was twelve. Thanks for the fucking help. My brother is difficult and strong and can be occasionally violent when he doesn't get his way. We went through every goddamn care worker in town. I remember at 15, after my dad left, my mom was like. Too depressed to do shit and so it fell to me, terminally adultified child. And because my brother is so difficult the hourly pay for working with him was higher than other clients, so their workers were always super interested in working with him. But I'd answer the door and I'm a tired angry fifteen year old and I know they're going to know the second they look at him why he pays so well and that it's still not worth it to them. So I used to open the door and say hi, my parents aren't coming to meet you, I'm in charge and I know how to forge my mom's signature. I'm tired and I don't want to waste my time with a bullshit interview. Come in, meet him, and if you decide this isn't going to work within like five minutes, that's great, fine, I get it, whatever. I'll sign off on your sheet that you were here for the full hour, so you can just go home and get paid for coming and I don't have to play grown up pretend bullshit for an hour of my time. My mom HATED that I did this but like nine times out of ten they left after fifteen minutes. They weren't worth my fucking time.

Eventually we did legitimately. Straight up run out of people willing to work with him. The company didn't send us anyone new because there wasn't anyone and because we didn't use the fifteen hours a week we got for two weeks in a row the government cancelled his entire benefit system and put him back on the waiting list. The one he was on for nine years, remember? We had to sue them over it to try and keep from losing the little they gave us and the company was so fucking butthurt about it that they called cps on us. Childish bullshit.

I've been kicked out of restaurants and movie theatres and stores and fuckin. Roller rinks or arcades or whatever kinds of places exist because he's disabled and scary and a lot of work and loud and messy and people don't want him around. It makes me bitter and angry and venomous. You wouldn't even recognize me around him. I know I can be a bitch on the internet sometimes but irl I'm soft and timid a lot of the time. I don't like talking to strangers. But you drop me in a room with my brother and I turn into a snarling fucking animal and the second I sense disgust I'm going to make a fucking scene. I've yelled at people in restaurants. What the fuck are you staring at?? I'm so sorry, is my brother enjoying his meal disturbing you? Good thing I don't give a shit. I'll embarrass myself and everyone else in the room without giving a single shit. One time I literally stormed on stage during a high schools talent show for disabled students to scream at a teacher backstage. No subtlety. No politeness. I stood up and I climbed up on the stage and stormed through the curtain. I can't fucking control myself. The anger has built up over the decades and it spills out. How fucking dare you.

And what am I supposed to do with that? That's not inspirational. It's not polite. It's not a nice story. It's "I love my brother but he's incredibly difficult and the government and society as a whole has gone so far out of their way to make keeping him safe and happy extraordinarily difficult that I'm always ready to get in a fight over it with anyone who gives me an excuse." People don't like stories like that. I don't want custody of him when my parents die and every single qualified care facility and group home in the state has refused him because he's categorized as "dangerous" because he can be physically difficult. So he just gets completely abandoned by the world who says wow that sucks but tough shit. Maybe just die about it?

I literally can't post photos of me with my brother without people thinking I'm fucking like baiting or whatever the fuck, like, white knighting my disabled brother for sympathy. As if I'm not just memeing with my family or some shit. And then I can't complain or I'm an ableist. It's easier if I just shut up and don't talk about it, isn't it?

Internet disability politics doesn't and has never given a single rancid shit about low functioning disabled people. The absolute zero sum most at risk people in society. What am I supposed to do when my parents die? I literally cannot take care of him physically or financially and he can't leave the state without losing benefits. I don't live there anymore. I have to uproot everything and go home? Or what, turn him over to the state so he can deal with the, what, 65% chance of sexual abuse that happens to nonverbal low functioning disabled people? Be fed dog kibble and left to rot in a piss stained mattress for days? I've seen these places. He can't talk so they can do anything they want to him. No one is going to stick up for him. No one cares.

It boils my fucking blood just to think about. I don't want to hear any woke ass takes about functioning labels from someone on Twitter if they've never materially contributed to the well being of a low functioning disabled person in their fucking life. Those terms aren't for you asshole, they're for them, because they need more help and protection. Tired of trying to keep up with the politics and labels placed upon my family member by people with no stake in the suffering at the end of the stick they're poking him with. It's all so easy in theoreticals but what if "what happens to my brother if my parents die" is a question that's loomed over your head for a decade without an answer? I'll listen to your thoughts on the matter when you Paypal me ten dollars so I can send him some more scarves to stim with.

People hate messy uninspiring stories so they would rather you just shut up and stop reminding them about it. Literally I think if I still lived down there and one more restaurant manager asked me to leave I would fucking stab them

[bumblesimagines]

We All Have Secrets

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

TW: Homophobia, transphobia, biphobia

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(Y/N) opened the fridge, taking out the orange juice. Maria watched him with a small smile, head resting on her fist as she took in the smell of bacon and eggs.

"I love having an aspiring chef as a boyfriend." Maria cooed, giggling softly as she watched him. (Y/N) chuckled, pouring her a glass of juice and placing it infront of her.

"These are the basics everyone knows how to do." (Y/N) reminded, turning off the stove and putting the plate infront of her. He sat across from her, handing her a fork. (Y/N) looked at his phone, picking it up and answering the call from Isabela.

"Yeah?" He asked, getting a bacon strip and taking a bite.

"Remember the hacker shit? Natalia, Raul, and Gerry were the assholes who betrayed me. They chose me." Isabela told him, huffing lightly. (Y/N) heard Isabela zipping up her bag. (Y/N) looked at Maria, licking his lips. Maria blinked, eyes widening as she stared at something on her phone.

"The hacker asked if I wanted revenge." Isabela said softly. (Y/N) put down his fork, rubbing his forehead as he sighed.

"Let's talk more at school. I'll see you there." (Y/N) said, hanging up and going on instagram. He saw the posts from the hacker, watching them. (Y/N) scoffed as he watched Pablo's video.

"What a piece of shit." He whispered, scrolling down to Natalia's video. Maria put her phone down, gaze flickering from place to place. She quickly ate and finished her juice, standing up and going to (Y/N)'s bedroom.

"Princess?" (Y/N) called out, standing up and following her. Maria glanced at him, changing out of (Y/N)'s clothes and into some clothes she had left behind from previous visits and nights over.

"I-I should be there for Natalia. God knows what she might be going through." Maria said, picking up her bag. (Y/N) nodded, changing as well and grabbing his keys.

"Come on." He smiled softly, grabbing her hand. They left the house, getting into (Y/N)'s car and driving to school. Maria's leg bounced from nerves. She anxiously nibbled on her bottom lip, looking out the window.

"Who do you think is Hunny Bunny?" (Y/N) asked, staring at the road. Maria blinked and turned her head, looking at him. Her lips parted as she shrugged.

"I'm not sure." She breathed out. (Y/N) hummed, a sigh leaving him as he shook his head. He drove into the parking lot, pulling into a spot and getting out. He could hear people talking about the videos, wrapping an arm around Maria's shoulders as they headed inside. Maria immediately spotted her sister, quickly approaching her and giving her a hug.

"What they said.. Wasn't true, right?" Maria asked, pulling away and placing her hands on Natalia's shoulders. Natalia scoffed, rolling her eyes and pushing Maria's hands away.

"Of course, Maria." She crossed her arms, glancing at the other students. (Y/N) noticed Isabela walking in, heading towards the lockers.

"I'll see you in class, gorgeous." (Y/N) said, pecking Maria's temple and jogging over to Isabela. He caught up to her, gently grabbing her arm. Isabela turned her head, noticing him and sighing softly. She pulled him into a classroom, arms crossing as she leaned against a desk.

"Natalia, Gerry, and Raul were behind it. I can't believe them! They sacrificed me to save their owm asses." Isabela shook her head, tapping her foot on the ground. She bit her bottom lip, eyes watering.

"They were supposed to be my friends. I wouldn't have saved my ass. I would've had my own secret revealed to save them. I guess the truth's out. Natalia's a thief, Rauls dad is a corrupted politician, Gerry's gay, and Pablo is a cheater." Isabela shook her head, sighing deeply. She looked at (Y/N), eyes softening.

"I know you love Maria. You can stick by her and Natalia-"

"No, Isa. I've known you longer than any of them. I love Maria but she'll support Natalia like always. I'll support you. You know Maria supports you as well. She just doesn't want to hurt her sister." (Y/N) shrugged lightly, running a hand through his hair. He placed a hand on Isabela's arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You'll always have my support, Isa. Don't listen to what these nosy fuckers have to say." (Y/N) said, pulling her in for a hug. Isabela hugged him back tightly, sniffling softly. They pulled back and gave each other smiles. Isabela took out her phone to check her makeup, making sure it wasn't running.

"You're the person I can trust." She mumbled, fixing her hair. They headed to class when the bell rang, entering and getting their lab coats. (Y/N) sat down beside Maria, gaze briefly locking with Javier. He looked away, sighing softly. The classroom was mostly silent, tension high in the air. A lot of things had been revealed over the span of two days.

"Jeez, why is everyone so tense? The only who should be tense is Natalia." Rosita said, chuckling as she motioned towards the irritated girl. The boys snickered, earning glares from Natalia. Isabela didn't spare Pablo a glance, simply looking forward. Maria glanced at (Y/N), reaching over and taking his hand. The teacher, Gabriela, walked in, greeting the class as she walked towards the front. She noticed the silence and sighed.

"Look, I know all of us are a little nervous after what happened but let's try to stay focused in class today, alright?" Gabriela looked over them.

"Let's start by brainstorming ideas for the science project." She tugged on the bottom of the projector, letting it rise to reveal a drawing on the whiteboard with 'Pablo's giant dick' next to it. Snickers spread across the classroom. Gabriela scoffed, beginning to erase it. Pablo got up to help, mumbling things under his breath. Isabela rolled her eyes, tapping her pen on the table. (Y/N) snorted quietly, earning a nudge from Maria.

"You've never seen one that big?" Pablo asked, dusting off his hands and looking at the others.

"Why are you doing it? Why not let her do it? It's her dick." Gerry said, motioning to Isabela. (Y/N)'s small grin dropped, sitting up and glaring at Gerry.

"Shut the fuck up, Gerry." (Y/N) sneered. Maria gave his hand a squeeze, shaking her head lightly. Isabela scoffed and raised her hand.

"Gabriela, can I change partners? I don't want to work with Pablo." Isabela said. Gabriela nodded.

"You can work with Natalia. Maria can work with Pablo-"

"I don't want Natalia either." Isabela crossed her arms, avoiding Natalia's stunned gaze. "Can I work with (Y/N)?"

"Isa! I already told you I didn't steal anything!" Natalia huffed, frowning and glaring at her classmates. Gerry raised his hand, looking serious.

"Can I make a suggestion?"

"What is it?"

"I think Alex, (Y/N), and Ismael should work together. They'd make a diverse and open-minded project." Gerry said, shrugging as students laughed. Isabela stood up from her seat, walking towards Gerry. Gerry quickly stood and backed up.

"Isabela! My name's Isabela, asshole." Isabela snapped, glaring at Pablo when he got between them. (Y/N) got up, walking towards Gerry and grabbing him by the collar.

"(Y/N), baby, calm down!" Maria stood and went after her boyfriend, pulling on his arm. She glanced at Javier who tried pulling him back as well. Isabela pushed Pablo back, stepping away from him.

"(Y/N), let him go. Do it this instant." Gabriela ordered, glancing at Isabela and Pablo. (Y/N) let him go, turning and looking at Isabela as she pushed Natalia back as well.

"Don't touch me!" Isabela glared at them, continuing to back away from them. Gerry was pushed away from (Y/N) by Gabriela to keep them apart.

"Calm down your bunny, dude!" Gerry told Pablo. Isabela scoffed, eyes watering as she rolled her eyes. Gerry feinged surprise, hand covering his mouth.

"Oh my god. That's right! Ismael isn't your bunny, right?" Gerry asked. Isabela grabbed a testing tube, throwing it at Gerry with a frustrated scream. Gerry ducked, letting it shatter behind him. The classroom went silent.

"And that's Ismael!" Gerry laughed as Gabriela grabbed him, pushing him towards that door.

"That's enough! All of you to the principals office!" Gabriela shouted at them, pointing towards the door. Isabela took off the lab coat, tossing it to the side and leaving the classroom. (Y/N) followed after, walking out of the classroom. Natalia, Pablo, Gerry, and Javier followed after.

"Miss-"

"You stay here, Maria." Gabriela breathed out, pushing her red curls away from her face as she panted softly.

(Y/N) plopped down beside Isabela, hands in his pockets. He sat up and scooted closer to her when Javier sat beside him. Javier noticed, jaw clenching but he stayed silent.

"That's one way to skip class." (Y/N) muttered, tilting his head back. Isabela sighed, arms crossed and shoulders tense. Lulu, Quintanilla's secretary, looked over them with a disapproving head shake. They silently waited to be called into Quintanillas office. Sofia joined them, sitting beside Javier. Quintanilla opened his door, motioning to Pablo. Pablo pushed himself off the wall, entering his office. (Y/N) scoffed at the flirtatious look Lulu gave him when he passed by her.

"I always knew she had a loose screw." (Y/N) mumbled, toying with his hoodie strings. Isabela glanced at him, lightly shaking her head.

"Bet it's drier than the Sahara down there." Isabela mumbled with a small grin, earning a chuckle from (Y/N).

"(Y/N), can we talk later?" Sofia asked after leaning forward. (Y/N) looked at her, nodding. He glanced at Javier before looking forward again. Sofia shifted her gaze onto Isabela. The two quietly spoke before Isabela was called in. Sofia stood and took her spot, giving (Y/N) small smile.

"It's been a while since we've hung out." Sofia said quietly. (Y/N) licked his lips, shrugging as he gave her a small grin.

"Yeah, we haven't had a depressing conversation on the roof in forever." They chuckled. Sofia smiled and sighed, running a hand through her short hair. (Y/N) wrapped his hoodie string around his finger, gaze drifting to the ground.

"What do you want to talk about?" (Y/N) asked, brows furrowing. Sofia looked at him, licking her chapped lips. She glanced at the others, leaning in slightly.

"The hacker's identity." She explained quietly. (Y/N) hummed, nodding slowly. He glanced at Javier when he stood up to get a cup of water.

"I don't think you'd do something like this." Sofia said, giving him a small smile. (Y/N) looked at her, cocking a brow.

"And why not? Am I not smart enough to be a hacker?"

"Yeah, basically." Sofia nodded, laughing when (Y/N) scoffed and gently pushed her. He looked up when Isabela left the office, letting the door slam behind her. She mumbled things under her breath as she passed by. Javier sat down, watching her walk away. Quintanilla called for Natalia but Lulu reminded him of a meeting.

"Luis mom is here cause her son's backpack was peed on." Lulu explained. (Y/N) immediately looked at Gerry, scoffing and shaking her head.

"You've got to be a certain type of breed to pee on people's stuff like an animal." (Y/N) said under his breath, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees. Natalia entered Quintanillas office as Sofia stood up to get water. (Y/N) stared up at the ceiling as he waited to be called. Natalia quickly rushed out of the office, earning odd looks.

"(Y/N), come in." Quintanilla called, nodding inside.

"Finally." (Y/N) whispered as he stood, walking into his office and sitting down. He rested his arm on the armrest, watching Quintanilla sit down.

"I'm surprised to see you here. You're usually a well behaved student. Now, I know Isabela is a good friend of yours-"

"Is Gerry gonna face any consequences? What he's doing can be considered bullying." (Y/N) cut him off, tilting his head. Quintanilla licked his lips, giving a small nod.

"Well, as far as I'm aware, this is a one time occurrence." Quintanilla shrugged.

"With Isabela, maybe. What about Luis? Gerry and his ass kissers always bully him. They peed on his fucking backpack. You would've made time for his mom. What kind of principal lets a bully get away with no consequences? Oh, wait... I know. The type who just wants to suck up to the parents of the rich kids. You know, I really hoped you were better, Quintanilla. You're just as incompetent as Lulu." (Y/N) shook his head, looking towards the window. Quintanilla cleared his throat.

"Where is this attitude coming from?"

"From exhaustion. When Luis finally snaps and does something stupid or Gerry decides to impress his friends by doing a shitty thing, it'll be entirely on you." (Y/N) stood, chair scratching loudly against the floor. He walked towards the door, opening it and grabbing the door handle. He pulled on it, making it slam loudly. (Y/N) dug his hands into his pockets, walking away. He glanced at the four remaining, giving a small shrug.

"Today's a great day." He grinned, heading downstairs. (Y/N) blew a raspberry, walking towards a water fountain. He drank some water, leaning back and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He looked at Maria as she approached him. She wrapped her arms around him, gazing up at him.

"(N/N), what happened? What did you talk about?" Maria asked, frowning. (Y/N) shrugged, wrapping an arm would her waist and walking beside her.

"We talked about conversing before escalating things." (Y/N) replied, giving her a small smile. Maria relaxed, leaning against him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Isa probably already told you but Nati stole her phone and let the hacker have it." Maria said softly, still in disbelief.

"I can't believe my sister is not only a thief but a terrible friend." Maria looked up at him, giving his side a squeeze. (Y/N) looked down at her, smiling softly.

"I'm thankful I got with the better sister." (Y/N) grinned, laughing softly. Maria rolled her eyes playfully, giving him gently.

"Maria, I need your help!" The couple looked at Natalia with furrowed brows. Natalia looked between them, a frown on her face.

"Help me look for my purse. I think I left it in science class but.. I-I don't know." Natalia grabbed Maria's hand, pulling them along. (Y/N) sighed, letting go of Maria when they entered the science classroom. The three searched for Natalia's bag.

"How do you lose a pink bag?" (Y/N) asked, glancing under some seats. Natalia shrugged, continuing to frantically search.

"I'm not sure." Natalia breathed out. (Y/N) dusted off his hands on his jeans, standing beside Maria. The two watched Natalia, sharing a glance.

"It'll appear again, Nati. We need to focus on the Nona thing." Maria reminded as she faced her. (Y/N) wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Maria, focus. Do you know how much that purse costs?" Natalia asked, frustrated. Rosita entered the classroom, letting a grin slip.

"Are you okay, Nati?" Rosita asked, tilting her head. Natalia spun around to face her.

"No! My purse is missing!" She huffed. Maria sighed, leaning back against (Y/N). Rosita clicked her tongue, pouting.

"Too bad they stole your purse. I'm sure you had to save up a lot for it." Rosita said, the fake pity clear as day. Natalia looked at her, slowly approaching her.

"You know where it is?" She asked quietly.

"What's the matter with you? Not everyone is like you." Rosita said. She grinned widely, blowing her kiss.

"See you around." She turned and walked away.

"Fucking bitch!" Natalia screamed after her, earning a look from Maria. (Y/N) chuckled, shaking his head and looking away when Natalia glared at him. He pecked the top of Maria's head before stepping away from her.

"So, where else have you been?" (Y/N) asked, tilting his head. "Maybe you left it somewhere else."

"I already checked my locker and the lunchroom. Rosita fucking stole it. She's such a bitch." Natalia muttered. (Y/N) took out his phone when it vibrated, looking at the text.

Javier W.

We need to talk.