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Girl who makes a new me	By : Resting-Madness Category: -Movies Misc > General Views: 708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any character or scenario created for the 3 Ninjas universe. I don't make a profit from this work of fiction, it's just something for fun.

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Author's note: trigger warning, violence and swearing, and name calling.
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Colt brushed his hair at the bathroom mirror. He brushed it at 45 left then right, then tried for a middle part, before he touseled it and left it be. Perfect. Clothes. Perfect. Geri said she liked him in green, so green it is. Black jeans. Black sneakers? Naah. He toed them off then stepped into a tri-colored pair. Perfect. 'Where the heck did I leave my bag?' He looked around the bedroom finding it tucked between the dresser and Rocky's bed.
"Tum, how do I look?" He asked.
Tum Tum smirked. "If you have to ask, then you already know look like a goon."
Colt scowled. "Seriously. Does this look say: guy with the hottest girlfriend?"
The younger Douglas shook his head, returning to his comic; not that he thought his brother looked bad, just that he thought it was stupid.
Rocky walked out of the bathroom and over to the closet. "You look fine. But why do you have your backpack? It's Sunday."
Colt felt egg on his face; although, after grandpa's training tests some mornings, it was better than in his hair. He unceremoniously hurled his bag back to it's hiding place; Rocky scooped it up and placed it in the closet on the floor beside his and Tum Tum's bag, where it belongs, then he walked over to Colt and shook him.
"Calm it down."
Tum Tum laughed so suddenly he nearly choked on spit. Colt was being ridiculously self-aware. He's never had a problem with his appearance before. It was kinda funny to see him frazzled.
"You're making too big of a deal out of this; Geri is no different than any other girl - - shut up, Tum Tum," he fired out when seeing his younger brother raise a commentating finger, but he changed the hand gesture to one of apology. He'd be quiet. "That is your whole goal, and her's, so stop acting like it's any big deal."
"You're right, Rock'," Colt nodded. "I have been acting stupid. It stops now." He gave the offending grip on his shoulders a swift swat to free himself. "And if you'll excuse me, I am going to change the date on the calender in my head then enjoy my weekend." Moving to the television, he turned on the guide and channel surfed until he found an Avengers movie by chance.
Rocky and Tum Tum gestured to each other that Colt was going mad.
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"So I finally convinced Danielle to go out with me." Troy was saying. He swiped his hand back and forth before the slot that marked his goal on the air hockey game.
Troy was invited to the youth center by Colt, and the two friends were playing an intense game of anything for bragging rights and the cost of lunch - - winner's choice. So far Colt has been on a roll with winning, and he'll most likely be treated to a free pizza lunch. And of course, the joy of calling himself best at anything over anyone else.
"Great! We can double sometime." Colt pushed the puck with enough force to send it to the back of room, but Troy has good defense, he had to strike hard and fast to get by him.
"Definitely." He swore when the puck landed in his goal. "How 'bout tonight? I want that level-up to be soon. I haven't had a girlfriend for seven months." He confessed then. "The self-attention is about to be real."
"Just do it, Nike," Colt teased.
"Right. Why do for free what can be done for me?" He cheered his next two goals. The distraction seems to be working. "It's like hiring a cleaning service, but you do it yourself while they watch."
Colt's face scrunched in thought. "It's not like that at all."
"Do you do it?"
"I am male." Colt placed the puck back onto the tabletop.
"So I'm not?" Troy balked. "I just think it's weird, say you like it too much, aren't you afraid you'll become Asexual?"
Colt laughed. "That's not what Asexual means."
Troy scored the win. "It's A person having sex with themself."
"They have a word for that," he mouthed "masturbator" with an expression of 'Duh'. "Asexual means someone without sexual desire. They don't feel attraction towards anyone either, themselves included."
"Seriously?!" Troy looked mortified and mystified that such people exist. Maybe they just never experienced a good time. He points to the basketball hoops. "Last round."
"Basketball? You're toast."
"Uh-huh. Whatever say white boy."
Colt snickered. "Thank you, a lot of awesome NBA players are white."
"I know. But, it's something we say to talk smack."
In mock offense, he replied. "That is racist. I should get a handicap of thirty-two points."
"How? It's electronic." He grabbed a ball and spun it on his fingertip.
"Duh. Stand there and let me score until thirty-two."
"No way." He caught the tipping ball in his grip. "You know I'm not racist, right?"
"What am I in my forties? Of course I know that," they gripped each other's hand bringing it in for a shoulder to shoulder embrace.
"Now, let's quit the bromance, so you can get on with the losing. Brotha is hungry."
"Not as much as me."
Players ready, the game began.
...
"I don't know who invented green salsa, but I love them." Troy squeezed another packet over his cheesy Gordita Crunch.
Colt lost. Which sucks because now he has to eat Tacos. He's not the biggest fan of it, it all tastes the same. Meat, cheese, shells. And whatever flamethrower sauce you add on. He was disappointed to find out they've stopped selling the taco pizzas, and settled for steak-topped fries. At least the meal is cheap. Despite his friend ordering two meals.
"How are you gonna tell everyone at school you and Geri are dating?" He asked.
"Nothing flashy; just gonna stroll down the hall, hand-in-hand." He raised his cup of Sprite. "Power move."
"And the idiots?"
"Can pick a finger. I am not gonna react."
Troy cocked a brow, doubtful of that declaration. "YouTube and you could make a fortune off your brash reactions."
Colt chuckled. "That was the old me. New me doesn't act first and then realize that Simon-didn't-say."
"Good. I don't believe it without proof, but self declared wants of improvement are fine."
Colt tossed a saucy napkin at his friend. He's going to be fine. Monday, will be perfect. Just any normal day, except now the students friend, enemy, acquaintance, and who-the-hell-are-you will know that Jeffrey Douglas is taken.
Monday clocked in at it's punctual hour of midnight, after Sunday. And as it ticked away the hours towards waking the rest of the world; Colt slept a lot more deeply than he'd intended. But he was having the most stimulating dream. Alone with his girlfriend, in a state of undressed, everything was aligned to avoid incident, and they just enjoyed each other as a couple. It makes one heavy in dreamland.
Which is why his younger brother had to kick him in the butt through the mattress that's exposed through the metal frame. Tum Tum did this four times before Colt finally stirred.
"Kick me again, you'll be missing breakfast, squirt." He groaned into pillow after turning over onto his stomach.
"Right. Wild bears couldn't keep me from breakfast."
"No. But your death would."
Rocky exited the bathroom; towel on his head drying his hair. "The room is big enough, take the beds apart."
Colt wondered why they hadn't thought of that. Sitting up, he rubbed his hands over his face. "Shoot!" He hopped off the bed and hurried into the bathroom.
Tum Tum shook his head in dismay. His brother was definitely cracking up. "He's lucky he wasn't laying face down when I kicked him." He chuckled.
Rocky sighed, so over the antics today. "Leave Colt alone; he's at the height of puberty. He can't think clearly."
"Obviously." He removed his shirt and gave his armpits a freshness check. Passable. He went into the closet and grabbed his school clothes. "Mmm. Sausage." He called through the door. "Hurry up, I need deodorant!" The shower water came on. Tum Tum groaned.
He opened the door and snatched what he needed from the mirror cabinet. He averted his eyes from the situation side-viewed through the clear, thankfully heavily water speckled shower-curtain. Puberty. Yuck. Hopefully he'll be spared the nightmare.
Colt joined his brothers down in the kitchen for breakfast a half hour later. Dressed, hair pristine, and bag prepared aside for the lunch. He plunked down into his seat and dug in to the omelet set down for him.
"Thanks, mom," he dug in, eating quicker than he would have liked. But, he wanted a ride with Rocky; who was through eating and would likely leave in a moment.
"You don't have to Anocanda your food. I'll wait for you." He mentioned.
'I hate when he acts like a mindreader.' Colt slowed his consumption of breakfast, and had two glasses of orange juice. "Ready."
They said good bye to their little brother, who doesn't have to leave for school until the next half hour.
"Hey, Em'," Rocky called when seeing his best friend climbing into her own car.
"Hi, guys!" She greeted them both.
Colt waved then climbed into his brother's car.
"You drive. Get some more practice." Rocky said.
Colt climbed out the rounded the car to the driver's side. His brother would pick now when he's a bundle of nerves to wanna be all driving instructor. Ok. Showtime.
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Colt let out a sigh of aggression. "Seriously, you two, it wasn't that bad. You're just lightweights"
Geri just waved away her boyfriend's rebuke.
"You were up on the curb."
"That car was coming to close." Colt informed. Rocky and Geri just looked at him. "Well, we made it here. Be a little happy for me."
Geri grabbed his shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. "You're one of a kind."
"Thank you."
"She never said which kind." Rocky pointed out as he headed into the building.
Colt scoffed. "I'm a good driver."
Geri nodded. "You forgot 'gonna be'." She snickered when he poked her sides. "You'd better stop; I know where you live."
He poked her sides again. "And I know ninja,"
They laughed and messed around throwing pokes and chops at each other as they pass through the crowded hall.
Colt slipped his arm around her waist. No more hiding. A few dozen glances had already clocked them in as they moved through the hall quite rowdy in movement and volume.
"Wanna come over and help improve my mind." He invited.
"Dating on a school night? You fiend."
"And I don't even intend to sit back and just watch you. You make me wanna participate," he leaned to her and whispered. "We could mess around with a teacher student fantasy."
Geri blushed fiercely. She definitely liked the idea. "Love to, eh, but not so much at your house."
"Right. The troll lives there, but he's busy tonight at work. I saw my mom pack him a change of clothes."
"Ohhh, then I'd love to help you raise your grades."
Disgusting by all the whispering, and closeness, a guy decidedly made a loud "Bleh!" As the couple passed by.
His friends laughed at his antics. Patting him on the back and shoulder.
Colt smirked and said to his girlfriend. "Guys are weird like that; they can smell their own reek and cheer for it."
Geri looked like she genuinely learned something new. "Is that right?"
"Mm-hmm. Caveman if you ask me."
"Man. Men. Guys." The caveman scoffed. "Yeah, you do know that's a guy, right?"
Colt looked about. "Who?"
"It. That drag queen you're latched onto."
Colt looked at his vacant side then shrugged. "I don't see anyone like that."
"Get glasses then, because he's right there." He pointed with a wagging finger.
"If you're talking about my girlfriend, she's not a drag queen; that doesn't even make any sense; you might be the one in need of glasses. Or a good corrective punch."
"Leave it." Geri requested, receiving a nod. "Despite being in school, students still can't seem to find anything intelligent to say."
"Oh, fuck me, he can't seriously have you fooled, Douglas? Calling him a girlfriend. Yeah, you gotta be a girl for that, not a pretend girl." The guy followed after them since they continued walking down the hall. "I used to think you were cool. But... You do this? You believe this freak thing is a girl?"
"I believe what I know is the truth." Colt smiled at Geri. "And I'm lucky enough to be dating the prettiest girl in school."
"Well, I believe in Mother Nature." Replied the creep. Rushing up behind them, he swung his leg up, and nailed Geri right between her's with the tip of his sneaker.
Eyes wide, she cried out before dropping to her knees. It was such an understood sound, though not for the reason, but the pain itself that everyone - - even most of the bullies friends - - looked away in a flinch of second-hand shame, empathy, and regret.
Colt knelt beside her. "Are you ok?" He knew it was a stupid question. He wouldn't be OK. Not after that. Standing, he helped Geri up; though she remained hunched over; a girl came to his side.
"I'll get her to the nurse." She glared at the sniggering jerk. "You're scum, Mitchell"
Mitchell just crossed his arms, uncaring; happy he'd proved his point. "There is your truth."
Colt meant to go with Geri and the helpful stranger. He told old Colt to stay down, to not be that guy. However, his pleads landed on deaf ears. And Colt went in on the guy with everything he had.
...
Principal Barnes looked at Jeffrey Douglas, a red tint is steadily darkening around his eye. Then he looked at Mitchell Simpson, who has an extremely defined purple right eye, red left eye, and from what he could guess was a broken, or simply, nose, and injured, or broken, finger. Judging by the splint. He steepled his fingers together; released a sigh of deep agitation; then opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. He doesn't know whom to address first. He knew it would erupt into a verbal fight, that might turn into a physical altercation. Last thing he wanted on a Monday. Great.
"Nevermind, who, started it. Why was it started?" He tried to guess going by teenaged hormones. "Was this over some girl?"
Mitchell scoffed. "It wishes." He sounded congested because of his swollen nose.
Colt clenched his jaw. That young wild horse was about to become that frightening wild buck again, if the asshole didn't watch his words.
"Care to explain, ah, without the loaded mystery?"
"Douglas is.."
Douglas cut him off. "Mr. Barnes, Mitchell assaulted Geri Simmons, because he was raised an insensitive skid-mark."
"Shithead, I'll show you "insensitive skid-mark"."
Colt spat. "Oh, what, like you did in the hall?"
"I went easy on you because we're in school."
"Not for long." Informed the principal. "Mr. Douglas, you were saying."
"I came in with my girlfriend, this loser starts heckling her, and then he assaulted her."
Mitchell shook his head at the evil glare aimed at him. The man clearly doesn't know what he knows. Figures. "Geri isn't a real girl."
"Excuse me?"
Colt heaved a sigh. "Geri Simmons is transgender, but that's no excuse for his being an asshole. He kicked her right between the legs, sir." Being polite helps. Please. Thank you. Sir. Those effective to help a cause like that sort of thing.
"See. Now he gets it. So what I did was no different than me or any other guy beating up on each other."
Mr. Barnes looked frightening before, but now his glare would make the devil apologize for a slight. "Mr. Simpson, you shouldn't be assaulting any gender of student, especially on school grounds. Parents will be informed of this, that you can be assured." Mitchell rolled his eyes. "Mr. Douglas, you will be punished for fighting as well."
"But.."
"But, it is a week's detention. You were driven to violence defending miss Simmons." Hearing the scoff from the bully, he once again addressed him. "Wanna make it three weeks?"
"Why do I get two?" He nodded at Colt. "He fought, too. He started it!"
"From what I understand it was you, verbally. Mitchell, if something bothers you personally by belief, you can be upset. But that should never allow you to think it's alright to harm them physically or emotionally. Turn a blind eye."
Mitchell squinted at his lap in anger.
"And I never said you have detention for two weeks. For what you'd done, you're expelled."
"What?! Over some freak? It was one kick!"
"Get out of my office. Get your things together, and go home. Effective immediately. And see that you go home, your parents will be informed that you're on your way."
"Fuck this shit!" He spat; standing, he loomed over Colt. "He fought too. Am I not a victim?!" Mitchell showed his hand. "He broke my finger! I can't play baseball like this, I'm the pitcher."
"No one told you to assault, miss Simmons." Principal Barnes replied. "Any further injury is your own fault."
"This is unbelievable. I'm so sick of everybody acting like I'm wrong." He walked to the door. "I'll sue over this." He left the room.
Colt asked. "Can he really do that?"
"No." Barnes shook his head. "He could press charges to you for assault. But, I doubt it would stick."
"Thank you, and.. Sorry, for fighting." Colt stood. "I just couldn't take what he did."
Barnes nodded. "I understand. It was wrong, but, I understand."
Colt nodded. "I'll be in room 404, every day after school."
"Good. Thank you."
Colt nodded. "Mr. Barnes, thanks for getting it, about Geri."
"Miss Simmons family and I had a long discussion when she started attending school here." He replied. "I may not "Get it" as much as you young people, but I do know that it takes a lot. Miss Simmons is brave; she knows things like this can happen. It's my job to try to protect her, and other students like her."
"Are there a lot?" He didn't feel he should be allowed to know, but he did want to know.
"It's confidential."
Colt understood. "Thanks again. And, good luck with stuff like this not happening as often."
"You're a good boy, Mr. Douglas, but the detention still stands."
"Right." He walked out of the room. 'I hope Geri is ok.'
He was sure he was going to be in for the blame. Guess not all granted wishes turn out so good.
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