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We, the slashers, will probably love this chapter. So much fun to write.
Marvel High Chapter 11. Slash, Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Nate Dayspring (Cable), Weasel, Jean and Scott, Bob, and spectators. Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
What were the odds, Wade wondered, that of all people, the one person the teacher paired him up with for the math project was that blasted Summers. He must’ve grabbed the short straw or something because they barely spoke a word to each other. That wasn’t exactly true, since Wade did his usual and chatted inanely the entire time, but unless it was about math, Scott didn’t talk to him. Except that one comment.
“Jean’s in a pretty bad mood,” Scott had said, “You better watch out.”
Wade thought the warning was kinda too late, since he’d have to watch out ever since the incident with her cheerleader’s outfit. He was packing up his things, about to head for his spare with Nate, which led him to thoughts about things I’d rather not type, really.
Lost in happy thoughts about the boy with the glowy eye, he accidentally ran into Weasel, who was in a worse mood than Jean.
“Wade,” said Weasel, “How’s it going?”
“Pecs? What? Oh, hi Weasel. What’s got your panties in a twist?”
“Nothing, nothing at all,” snapped Weasel, then sighed and said, “Sorry- it’s just that- nevermind. It doesn’t matter. If you haven’t- nevermind.”
Something penetrated Wade’s thoughts, and he looked at Weasel for a few seconds before gasping.
“Oh I know!” he cried, snapping his fingers, “They must’ve cancelled Heroes or something!”
Weasel stared at him, said “No, that’s not it,” before bursting in hysterical laughter, and headed off to his next class, laughing his head off in despair.
“What happened to him?” asked a voice behind him, “Did he find out you guys aren’t breaking up?”
Wade looked around at Jean, who had come to meet her boyfriend, and grinned.
“Why hello Jeanie, did you discover an intense interest in incest this week?”
“Look, I’m going to try to be nice,” she said, “Stay. Away. From Nate. Okay? If he continues hanging out with you, he’ll, he’ll, be hated. He’s a good kid. You’re not. Get it?”
“Nope,” said Wade, acting for all the world as if it was a polite suggestion and not a thinly veiled threat, “Dunno why you care so much. You got a crush on him or something?”
The slap hit him hard across the face, and Wade was a little surprised. Wade was an idiot, but nobody had ever outright slapped him before, at least not anybody he wasn’t related to.
“Jean, that’s enough,” said Nate, who had come looking for Wade.
“You were supposed to join us,” said Jean, “But you turn it down so you could hang out with him. You could have been a hero!”
“I can’t tell if you’re part of the Empire or are Nicole Kidman,” said Wade, scratching his head and pondering it.
“Shut up!” snapped Jean, “I’ve had it with you! Ever since you stole my uniform!”
“I knew it!” cried Wade.
“Did you really…?” said an amused-looking Nate.
Jean turned to him and said, “See? See? I don’t understand why you keep on hanging out with this jerk!”
Nate shrugged and simply said, “Because.”
“Because why?!?” Jean demanded.
Wade suddenly found himself grabbed by Nate, and swept into a sudden romantic kiss.
Wade was sure that there was music in the background, and if just thinking that Nate wanted him on his lap had made his heart go thump-thump, then this made it want to burst. Wade kissed him back, completely forgetting Jean, forgetting the school, not realizing that there was a crowd watching, not realizing that Bob had dragged Weasel back, and not realizing that Jean was floating two inches off the ground.
Bobby drake pulled on Jean-Paul’s sleeve and whispered, “Are- are those two guys… kissing?”
“Yes,” replied Jean-Paul, “Isn’t it romantic?”
“Are- are those two guys kissing?” asked another spectator, pointing towards Jean-Paul and Bobby, “How gay is this school?”
Nate pulled away from Wade.
They were both grinning nonsensically.
Jean’s eyes glowed fire.
Marvel High was never going to be the same.