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At Peace In case you were wondering: The Plastics broke up. Steve’s spine healed and his physical therapist taught him to channel all his rage into sports. It was perfect because the jock boys weren’t afraid of him. Bucky used her special talents to do the morning weather announcements. “Hi, this is Bucky Barnes! It’s sixty-eight degrees and…” He shifted in his pants. “There’s a thirty percent chance that it’s already raining!” And Sam found himself a new clique, and a new Queen Bee to serve. Tony went to Northwestern, so I still get to see him on weekends. And me? I had gone from home-schooled jungle freak to shiny Plastic to the most hated person in the world… To actual human being. Stephen sat down with Christine, Mordo and a few other students where they talked about random things. The wedding between Principal Fury and Misses Tao, to the next talent show, to complaining about how Wong and Mordo needed to

You're Grounded His mother started collecting their dinner plates. “Everybody done?” She grabbed his plate before he could answer. “No—mom, I didn’t do it!” “I don’t know what to believe anymore.” “Mom, believe me. I’m your son .” He insisted. His mother huffed and went to grab something under the sink where she found something odd. “… Why are my tribal vases under the sink?” “Huh?” “My tribal vases.” She repeated, pulling them out. “Why were they under the sink?” “I… don’t know…” She gestured to the bigger of the two vases. “ This is the fertility vase of the Ndebele Tribe… Does that mean anything to you?” “… No?” There was no probably, that was definitely the most disappointed look his mother ever gave him. “Who are you?” She walked off and Stephen sighed. “Great. First all my friends hate me, and now my mom hates me…” “Your mother does not hate you.”

The Burn Book Backfire After the amount of cleaning Stephen had to do Sunday in order to ensure that no sign of his party happened when his parents got home, he vowed to never host any sort of gathering ever again. He was certain he was fighting a hangover and there was absolutely nothing in the house that would stop it. The final seal to the deal was pretending to be absolutely fine when his parents came home that evening and how he managed to eat dinner without making a similar mess that landed on Tony’s pants was a miracle. He absolutely dreaded going to school that Monday. Skipping homeroom was a must as he couldn’t bring himself to face Mordo and Christine. He bounced around bathroom to bathroom until it was time to go to his Health class. “At your age.” Coach Odin began. “You’re gonna be having a lot of urges. You’re gonna want to take off your clothes and touch each other.” This coming from the man hooking up with teenagers in

A New Queen Bee Sam and Bucky followed me around all afternoon after that. “So, what are we doing this weekend?” Sam asked. “Yeah, what are we doing?” Bucky added. “Oh, I have to go to Madison with my parents.” “What…?” They asked in unison. “We have tickets for this thing.” “What…?” They repeated. Stephen turned back to them. Was I the new Queen Bee? “I can… try to get out of it?” “Yeah.” They both nodded. And so, I told them about Mordo’s art show happening this weekend. “… Because I told my friend, Mordo, I’d go to his art show.” “But we’ve had these tickets for months!” His mother remarked. “You love Ladysmith Black Mambazo.” “But he’s my friend.” Stephen insisted. “And I made him a promise.” “I think Stephen is old enough to spend one night on his own.” His father replied. His mother looked very disappointed

1-3-5 Part of Stephen really wanted Tony to ask him out that Monday, but he didn’t say anything. I have to admit, I was mildly horrified when Tony didn’t immediately ask me to be his boyfriend. I mean, I knew he was sad and all, but how much time did he need? Steve had moved on. Stories of how he and Thor were happily hooking up together were all over the school. But overall, the plan was going pretty well. Tony had dumped Steve and he was unknowingly eating five-thousand-plus calories a day. But with one goal officially off the list and another on the way, it was now time to focus on the Army of Skanks. Christine had a plan that involved rigging the Spring Fling Court Nominations. She was going to put Sam on the ballot and made sure he would get nominated. “And finally, the nominees for Spring Fling King are as follows…” The person over the intercoms announced when they were in homeroom. “Steve Rogers… Sam Wilson… Karl Mordo…”

Just STAB Casar! In History, Sam had to read his report on Julius Caesar out loud. It didn’t go the way the other students had expected it to go. “Why should Caesar get to stomp around like a giant.” He began. “While the rest of us try not to get squashed under his big feet? What’s so great about Caesar anyways? Brutus is just as cute as Caesar. Brutus is just as smart as Caesar! People totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar!” He was becoming border line hysterical at this point. “And when did it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody, huh? Because that’s not what Rome is about! We should totally just STAB CAESAR!” Sam Wilson had cracked. When the teacher noticed that Sam was incredibly upset about his report, Stephen offered to take him to the boy’s bathroom to calm down. Sam was just barely holding it in and thankfully no one was in there with them. It gave Sam just enough reprieve to let loose

Jingle Bell Rock Pretending like nothing was wrong turned out to be surprisingly easy. “Steve wanted me to tell you that he was trying to hook you up with Tony, but he was just interested in getting him back.” Sam explained that following Monday. “And that’s not Steve’s fault.” “No, I know.” Stephen said. Oh, how he wanted to just run and cry in the boy’s bathroom. “So, you’re not mad at Steve?” “God no!” Stephen lied with a smile. “Oh, okay, good.” Sam said. “Because Steve wanted me to give you this.” Sam leaned forward and wrapped his arms around him. Stephen returned the hug hesitantly, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure how he should feel about that. Lunch was going to be the biggest hurdle because Tony was sitting next to Steve while Bucky and Sam were on the opposite side of the table. Tony was looking at a bottle of juice as Steve sipped from a cup that had said juice Tony was studying.

It's Halloween... Isn't it? Stephen honestly thought the first day with the plastics was over when he got home and changed out of the pink shirt and into comfortable sweats. He walked past the phone in the kitchen just as it rang, so he answered it. “Hello?” “I know your secret.” Steve practically sang into the phone. He was pretty sure his heart stopped beating entirely. Oh god, busted. Just start apologizing and crying. No—play it cool. “Secret?” He asked. “What are you saying about?” “Sam told me that you like Tony Stark. I mean, I don’t care.” He replied. “Do whatever you want, but I’d figured I should warn you about Tony.” “Okay?” “All he cares about is school, his mom and his friends.” “Is… That bad?” Steve ignored the question. “But if you like him, whatever. I mean… I could talk to him for you if you want?” “Really, you would do that?” Stephen asked. “I

Our Little Secret Just before homeroom, Christine and Mordo pulled him, once again, into the boy’s bathroom. There, Christine pulled out a pink shirt and Mordo was telling him to take off the shirt he was wearing. Stephen would have been a little uncomfortable with doing it except he wore a gray tank-top underneath his shirt and Christine was delighted with how it matched the shirt. Stephen was rather surprised that the shirt fit him. “… I thought this would be a girl’s shirt?” “Since when do clothes have gender?” Christine remarked. “It was on sale for a dollar and I couldn’t resist!” He didn’t dwell on that any further than what was necessary. The shirt fit, it was pink, that was all he needed to worry about until lunch. Having lunch with the Plastics was like leaving the actual world and entering “Teen World”. And “Teen world” had a lot of rules. “You can’t wear a tank-top two days in a row.” Sam explained. “And

Fetch So, Stephen sat down as Mordo took out a sketch pad. “Why didn’t they just keep home-schooling you?” Mordo asked. “They wanted me to get socialized .” He answered. “Oh, you’ll get socialized , all right.” Christine informed. “A little slice like you .” “What? What are you talking about?” “You’re a regulation hottie .” Mordo clarified. “What?” “Own it.” Christine said, patting Stephen’s knee, and apparently the subject was dropped. “How do you spell your name, Stephen?” “S-t-e-p-h-e-n.” “The cooler way of spelling it.” Mordo nodded as he continued to scribble on the paper of the sketch pad. “In the name of all that is holy, will you look at Bucky Barnes’ gym clothes!” Christine exclaimed as the current gym class filled the space in front of them. When she pointed, Stephen paid attention to two boys. One’s uniform was cut just slightly