The water did quite a bit to get the unspeakable off his face. Not completely, but it was working. And his jacket was rubbing off the rest of it. This suit was dead. It was just gone. Requiescat in pace. Wait… Brody could feel eyes landing on him. Fucking Loser eyes. And no sooner did he get that feeling did one of them decide to poke the bear as it were. Brody shot Gray a look that could kill.

"Welcome back Brody, glad to see you're back here safe and sound. I hope nothing happened to affect your spirits. Sorry about that girl making fun of you, she'll apologize for it... I'm sure of it."

Fuck him/her/whatever that fucking reject was in particular. He had half a mind to strangle the loser until it learned to shut its mouth. To wipe that ungodly hideous smile off that smug bastard’s face. Like he really needed a androgynous bitch to fight his battles? Brody was about to issue a verbal beatdown, to teach this abomination its place, but another voice chipped in.

"Heeey Brody!"

Go to hell, slut.

"Wow, you look like hell."

Coming from the human troll doll? Hilarious.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna take a picture of you. I'm not that cruel. Well, unless you were Gray. Then I'd be cruel."

...whatever.

"You alright there Brody? Did these guys horrible acting give you a stomach ache or something?”

Brody looked straight up and stifled a scoff. Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. These rejects really had the nerve to take jabs at THE Brody Cunningham. Yeah, they were going to get it. Purplefreak and Bitchy-Blabbers, added to the list.

…

What the actual fucktruck?

Tori had approached him and, without a word, pulled some tissues out and helped him wipe off his face. Tissues...oh, truly a gift from the gods. The muck came right off. Brody heard his name called by another person. But Tori pulled yet another surprise. She hugged him.

…

What the <insert yet another witty variation of fuck here>?

“I’m so sorry.”

…

Brody moved his mouth, but he was at a loss for words. In a movie, he would have perhaps been able to say thank you, to accept her hug, and his frozen heart would have thawed from the loving warmth of friendship. This, however, was reality. Reality bites. So does Brody. So when the steroid junkie came up to him and pushed her shirt against his stomach blabbering on about a hospital, Brody hit his breaking point. He slapped Elizabeth’s hand away and pushed (albeit gently) Tori off of him. Nobody, AND THAT MEANS NOBODY, pities Brody fucking Cunningham. He snapped at her,

“I. Don’t. Need. Your. Fucking. Symp-”

But was rudely interrupted by…

The OTHER androgynous freak had made her way over to him. And apparently she was in a sharing mood. She had become a human firetruck and decided to deliver unto him not refreshing water, but even more nightmare. It hit him softly at first. He could feel the warm, chunky liquid brush against his freshly vomit-free face. For a split second, he thought he was actually going to be spared, but, alas, it was not meant to be. Partially digested cafeteria food slapped the boy across the face, covering him in a fresh layer of filth. Before the rage hit, Brody really could appreciate the irony in the situation. Wait, was this irony?

…

It didn’t matter. The rage came in like a wrecking ball.

Brody stood lightly shaking. He took his left hand and wiped his face, from top to bottom, then flung what he could away. He looked across the little party with a sneer rightly belonging only to Disney Villains and the criminally insane. He dropped his jacket to the floor. Then he pulled on his
bowtie. It quickly pulled free of the knot, and Brody let it fall to the floor. Then he began unbuttoning his shirt. First the top button. Then the next. So on, so forth. He untucked his shirt and let it slide off to the floor. Then he undid his belt, the front button on his slacks, and unzipped. His pants joined the floor. Using one foot, Brody kicked off one shoe, then he did the same for the other. He used a similar method to remove his socks.

Finally, Brody stood in the haunted, broken girl’s restroom on the second floor of a new school wearing nothing but his boxers and a glare from hell.

He looked at each other of the losers in turn then looked down at the pants. He squatted down and removed from the pockets his wallet, his keys, and a switchblade. A switchblade? ...Oh. That psychopath’s knife. He hadn’t realized he still had it. Whatever, he was going to keep it.

Then he stood.

“Listen up, freaks, fags, and failures. This? All of this? This never happened, right? None of it.”

As if to prove his point, he pointed the knife at Gray. Why it? ...well, why not? Fuck that thing in particular, right? The blade wasn’t exposed. Quite frankly, he didn’t know how to use the thing. It didn’t matter at the moment.

He looked at each of the losers again. He was going to say more but, well, why bother? It didn’t matter. These rejects weren’t going to say anything. They’d have waaay too many questions to answer if they did. He walked over to the door, holding his few belongings deemed clean enough to not ditch. He was just about to leave, but he could just end on that note.

Brody spun around, and began to look around as if he dropped something. He checked his wallet, he checked his bare chest, then he stuck his hand into his boxers for a moment. He pulled out his hand which was flying the birdie. His second hand joined in. He made sure each and every one of the losers got to have a finger linger on them for a few moments.

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. If you all wouldn’t mind, please promptly eat shit and die.”

There we go. Situation handed smoothly as always, Brody.

He turned to the door and pulled it open. Lo and behold, the rest of the loser squad was assembled outside. The B-Team to the fucking B-Team. The Rejects’ rejects. He loved it. He shoved past the freaks and continued down the hall.

Nice thing about Edison High? Most of the students kindly fuck off immediately after classes end. Be it to clubs, sports, or just going home, no one really feels like lingering in the halls. Luckily for Brody, today was no different. He followed the hall to the staircase and took it down to the first floor. Then he turned right and followed the hall straight out. It led to the gymnasium, but Brody was more interested in the room right before it: the locker room. He entered slowly, pushing the door open halfway and listening close. He didn’t hear any of the showers running and there was no insufferable jock banter. Here’s a hint boys: nobody cares about your favorite sports team. Pathetic grown-ass men still frollicking around in tight pants trying to get a ball into some sort of goal. And they say Broadway was gay. Ha.

He entered the rather foul smelling room and crossed over to his locker. He entered the combination and the door swung open to reveal yet another gift from the gods: toiletries.

He grabbed a towel and some basic hygiene essentials. For now it was just wash away the filth and get home. He could take care of the rest there.

So Brody went off into the shower and did his business. At some point, Brody realized that he had been cut. And stabbed. Not too deep on either of those, but they still stung like a bitch, and this here shower? Not helping things too much. Still, he could deal with it later.

After the shower, a now refreshed and rather cleaner Brody returned to his locker and pulled out gym clothes. A simple white t-shirt and some athletic shorts. And...ugh...tennis shoes. Normally he wouldn’t be caught dead going into public like this, but hey, desperate times, desperate measures and all that good jazz.

He slipped his wallet, keys, and knife into his shorts pocket. It suddenly hit him how stupid he was to even take the knife with him. Were he to get caught with something like that on school property? Jeez...best not to think of it. He’d just ditch it in a creek or something later. As for now…

Brody left the locker room and headed towards the nearest exit from the school. He usually parked on this side of the school anyway. It was closer to the auditorium, where he BELONGED. Why the hell had he even signed up for that stupid S.P.I.R.I.T. bullshit anyway? So a bunch of losers could harass him? So that he could be…

…

…

Brody froze in his tracks. It had finally fully hit him what had happened. That wasn’t just some trip gone horribly wrong. That...he….he had really just been kidnapped by a gh-...no. Y’know what? No. No. No. That didn’t happen. None of this happened. Today didn’t happen. Just a nightmare. A fucking nightmare. That’s all. Come Monday, everything would be right in the world and at Edison High School.

So Brody continued on. He left the building, crossed to the parking lot, got into his car, a 2015 Lexus RC 350 Coupe, and drove right off the lot, and out of the madness.

...or so he thought.

"... You know, you're real cute when you're being an asshole."

Wooooow. Here she was being called an asshole, and she was probably the only one who had so far today not called anyone by a nasty name. Talk about ironic. Sure she was a little sarcastic, but she hadn't once called anyone by some insulting name. Well, except for Gray. And calling a few of them idiots, but she said that with love. Seriously, guys, give her a little credit for not being a totally horrible person...

Hrmph. At least she didn't get thrown up on.

"We should... we should leave. I want to go home."

Hah. Wimp. At least the others seemed to be more concerned with Brody right now. Couldn't they see this was all obviously a set up by Andy? Well, maybe not all of it, but there was no such thing as a ghost. At least this charade was over with and she could start looking around for whatever Andy had used to set this whole thing up.

And that's when Brody, lost his self control for the second time that afternoon. What the hell Brody! She knew he wasn't really that nice of a person, but that was low even for him!

“I. Don’t. Need. Your. Fucking. Symp-”

Tori had decided to give him a hug. Not something she would have done, (well, not like she'd turn down a hug from Tori) but it was a friendly gesture, even if everything that had just happened was obviously staged. She would have made some funny little quip about Tori liking Brody, if Brody hadn't just went from fag to grade A jackass. Not to mention he started stripping. Yeah, she did NOT want to see that.

...seriously what dafuq had seriously just happened?

“Listen up, freaks, fags, and failures. This? All of this? This never happened, right?"

He pointed the knife at Gray. For a brief instant, she thought Brody was actually going to use it...well, she couldn't say at the moment she'd be sad to see Gray get stabbed. Thankfully, though it seemed as though Brody hadn't completely lost it. He walked to the door, hands in his boxers. He almost left, but he had to get one more last word in.

"None of it. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. If you all wouldn’t mind, please promptly eat shit and die.” After insulting all of them again, he flipped them the bird and promptly left.

...Sidney, for once, had no words. Certainly this prank was a little on the mean side, but did it deserve something like that? Really, Tori was even hugging him! She was stunned and couldn't bring herself to move for a few seconds. The hell was his problem? Ugh. Forget not saying anything! This whole thing was going all over her blog! Screw not getting Brody in trouble or whatever. He deserved whatever attention this brought him.

...Ugh, men. And people wondered why she liked women.

"No idea what the hell his problem is, but whatever." Not her problem. She wasn't joking about this, though. Unless he apologized, she was going to be posting this...well, at least some version of this on her blog. Likely she'd leave the names out and just put up a few brief blurbs along with a few of the pictures she took. Well, onto the next thing. "Moooore importantly!~" She said with a mischievous grin, rubbing her hands together in quite the evil mastermind fashion.

"Anyone wanna help me search this place for clues? Gotta be something planted here by little Mr. Andy." She teased, giving Andy a playful wink. "Come oooon~" She giggled. "I'll paaaaay you!~"

"Aah what the hell."

Well someone was a tall Foreigner. She was kinda cute too...but that was it. She liked her women a bit shorter than her and easy to tease. Still, she had a lot of questions for her!

"If you're really that determined to search for 'clues' then I'll help you with it. Not like there's anything else to do, unless the boss disagrees ofcourse. So, what do you need me for?"

Hahaha! This was perfect. She always wanted her personal...uh...comrade? Friend? decoy? Henchwoman? Close enough. Now she could have someone help out with...uh...stuff she needed help with! That works. First thing they need to do was check the immediate area for stuff. What kind of stuff? Suspicious stuff, like...wire or something that could have been used to create that...whatever that ghosty thing was. Had to be something around here somewhere. She just had to find it.

"Well...that was more excitement for our first day than I thought." She heard Andy comment, it seemed he had finally regained his breath from pretending to be strangled. Twice. Ugh, give it a rest. She wasn't buying it. "Aside from Brody...is Everyone else alright?" He asked the people.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine Andy." Sid replied. "Surprised you're still not admitted this whole thing is a charade, though." She grinned.

"Well, that's good. If no one is hurt, then I think we should probably leave, or at least go back to the clubroom. Uhm...hanging around here is probably a bad idea."

"Yeah yeah, sure. Me and Eliza are gonna stick around and look for clues and stuff! You guys can leave though, you'd just be in my way!~" She replied in response to Andy's suggestion. She wasn't leaving until she had every inch of this place covered. Nope, not leaving. Well, unless some teacher came across them and she had to make a quick exit or something. She'd just throw Eliza at them and make her escape. Andy sighed at this, but didn't seem to try to get the to leave, so that was good. Not like he'd make her be able to anyways.


"Well, alright should be safe enough. We smashed the mirror, so the ghost shouldn't have anything else tying it to the earth." With that, Andy led the rest of the group out of the restroom. Sidney, completely forgetting about the jacket she had lent Tori.

"Alright then! Time to tear this place apart! Henchman! Start looking for anything suspicious! That guy can't hind his tricks from me!~" Sid enthusiastically claimed, grinned broadly at Elizabeth. "You look over at the stalls. I'm gonna search around the mirror."