Yeah, Me Too [Zac]

[Fifi Hart]

[Continued from Not You Too?! ]

Fifi was surprised at how easy it was to find her processing papers. She’d figured she’d hidden them better, but apparently not. Her eyes still red from the angry tears she’d cried earlier in the evening, Fifi peeked over the papers. First the intake form, complete with her mugshot and a listing of her cause for arrest: Felony assault of a police officer. Then all the court documents—well, not all of the court documents, just the ones they’d let her have—listing what she was charged with misdemeanor assault. And finally, her release form. She liked the release form the best, it sort of validated her with just two words: good behavior.

She sighed and held them against the front of her oversized sweatshirt, peeking at her long-forgotten chemistry book. There was no way that homework was getting done now. A knock came at her suite door and she cut off her roommate to open it after placing the papers on her desk in her room. She jerked her thumb in the direction of her room, trying her best not to glower too hard at Zac. “Over there.” She instructed, following behind him and closing her door, leaning against it and swallowing hard.

This was not going to be easy, but she really hoped it would at least do something for someone, even if it wasn’t Zac.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac isn’t particularly fond of ominous text messages. He doesn’t like being kept in the dark, especially when people use such a trait to get them to do his bidding. So while he doesn’t want to give Fifi the satisfaction of being able to command Zac (as if she thinks of these things right now), he still went out of the library and to Fifi’s room, leaving his phone with his untrusting technopath guard.

Finding Fifi’s room wasn’t hard enough, considering the number of times he’s been in there for the past couple of weeks/months. He went there in their third tutoring session, when Fifi said she forgot they scheduled a third meeting and instead of wasting time, Zac decided to simply come over. From the library it was just three flights of stairs down, a quick turn in the hallway to get outside and across the field, and one floor up from the dormitory lobby. Fourth floor from the right. He would’ve been there in five minutes had he not spent a minute or two returning the piercing gazes he passed by with an equally sinister one of his own. That should teach them not to mess with him.

He gave Fifi a wink when she opened the door, but since she doesn’t seem to be in any mood to playfully flirt with (do her eyes seem red or what), he simply gave up and casually walked over the tactile intoxicator’s room, jumping on her bed. “So, are you going to like show me the friendship bra that you and Moe share?”

[Fifi Hart]

“Moe doesn’t wear bras.” Fifi grunted, her hand hovering over the papers momentarily. Did she really want to do this? No. But yes. She wanted Zac to understand. She wanted to make it at least seem that maybe he was just an idiot and not really a terrible person. Make note, Fifi didn’t have any feelings for Zac beyond friendship (and the occasional desire to jump his
bones), but she knew some day he was going to fall for somebody.

And that somebody wouldn’t want him if he was going to be cruel.

The sort of way Fifi felt like no one wanted her now, because she had been cruel.

She handed him the papers. “Those are intake and release forms for Woodside Juvenile Detention Center.” She crossed her arms when he’d taken them. “That’s where you would be if your dad didn’t have an ass ton of money. In jail.” Fifi stressed, hugging herself through her sweatshirt.

“Those are my papers, Zac. That’s was where I disappeared to. Jail.”

[Zachary LaRousse]

“That was a joke,” said Zac flatly, grabbing a pillow from Fifi’s bed and hugging it tight as he playfully rolled over and over her bed, not unlike how he was when she (and JD) rescued him from the field day in his drunken state four months ago. “You know, to ease the tension between us. It’s…uncomfortable.” Fifi was one of the few students he was oddly comfortable around anyway. While he tried to avoid her all the time before, their tutoring sessions told him that she was rather likeable really. “And besides, I know he doesn’t wear bras. Panties maybe, but not bras.”

He did sleep with him for one night. Of course he knows.

Settling to lie on his stomach, he happily grabbed the papers Fifi gave him and briefly scanned over them. It was only when she told him what they were did he begin looking at them more carefully, examining each one and taking in each and every line. “You…went to juvie?” he asked, carefully eyeing Fifi with one eyebrow cocked up, “Why?”

She didn’t kill anyone…did she?

[Fifi Hart]

“Sorry.” Fifi shrugged shyly, showing off some rather uncharacteristic hesitance. “But I didn’t think your last big joke was very funny, if you remember.” She admitted somberly, still uncomfortable about handing over her papers. When he began to look them over, Fifi was finally determined.

“I broke the law.” She explained simply. “By using my powers on a police officer.” She shoved her hands into the pockets of shorts it was difficult to tell she was wearing. “Which in the state of Vermont, in case you didn’t know, is considered aggravated assault.” Fifi didn’t bother to explain that aggravated assault of a police officer was a felony offense. That was really not important right now.

Shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot, Fifi finally just flopped into a sitting position next to Zac. Looking down at the back of his head, she sighed. “I’m really pissed at you, I’m not going to lie. And I think what you did was shitty and that you should apologize and all that happy horse shit. But I’ve bet you already heard that.” She said, waving her hand.

“What I’m saying, I guess, by telling you this…Is that---“ She twisted her fingers up in her sweatshirt. “I just…I just started really thinking about what my actions do to other people…and I mean I—“ Her bottom lip wobbled slightly, tears threatening to overtake her again (Fuck, when did she get so dramatic). “I fucked up Zac. Really…really fucked it up. I hope you can do better than me, you know?”

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac simply rolled his eyes when she shot his joke down. Apparently she’s still not over the whole thing. And here he was thinking he could derail everything and simply have a nice, pleasant chat with Fifi. Fine. If she wants him to focus on the papers, then he would. “Since when did you become such a kill joy Fiona?” he added as one final rebuttal, shaking his head disapprovingly as he turned to the papers.

Well at least she wasn’t a murderer. (Though really, with a thin frame, he thinks she’d be breaking her arms more if she does attempt to maim people). That, and finally he can tell those rumors of her taking a leave of absence off because she became pregnant to back off.

“Why would you use your powers on a police officer?” Apparently Fifi revealing the truth is (as cliché as it may sound) prompting more questions in Zac’s head than answers. “So you just made him high and he put you in jail for it? That’s not really fair. And your family’s lawyers lost the case to that? How?” The Hart were an influential family the last time he checked. Seen them in a whole lot of his father’s parties even when he was still a kid. Surely they wouldn’t let their daughter spend, what, around half a year or so in jail?

When Fifi sat down and begun preachingtalking to him, Zac immediately took on the defensive, closing his mind off to what she had to say and had a few retorts in his mind already. But unlike those that he’s had before, hers was a little less preachy. Oddly enough, he could actually feel some sense of care in her voice. And her suddenly tearing up didn’t hurt it one bit.

“You’re a cheater you know that,” he chuckled, shifting into a sitting position as he edged closer to Fifi, arms open wide. He gave her a few seconds, and when she didn’t move, he took the initiative and wrapped them around hers, playfully ruffling her hair. “A cheater and one big drama queen. You sure this isn’t some plot to get into my pants again. You know, as opposed to hate sex, we’ll be having, I don’t know, sympathy sex or something?”

Sorry Fifi, but Zac just doesn’t know how to tell people that he’s truly touched. Hence him turning to crude jokes and completely off topic remarks in hopes of diverting the whole emotional onslaught.

“Don’t worry Fifi, I can totally handle the hate.”

[Fifi Hart]

Zac was sort of spouting off the same questions she was used to in juvie, so she shot back with the same answers. “Why did you do what you did?” She paused for a moment, letting that one sink in (She was sort of still preaching after all). “Because I could. Because I had the power. And I thought I had the power to get away from it.” Fifi dug the heel of her hand into her eye, trying to stave off more tears. “That’s another story and No I don’t want to talk about it. I already gave you enough rumor fodder.”

She managed a weak smile when he opened his arms, letting him envelop her and tousle her hair. Fifi pinched his side when he brought up the sex thing, but it did manage to get a laugh at her (crude jokes usually did). “I’m too angry at you for sex.” She said through her hesitant giggles. They didn’t last long, as she began to sniffle again.

“I thought I could handle it too…but its different when it’s over something legit.” Fiona pointed out, coiling her fingers absently in Zac’s shirt instead of her own. “It’s going to get to you, man. And it’s going to fucking suck.” Fifi studied her carpet, remembering the whole host of friends she’d lost when she’d disowned her parents. “And some of your friends won’t come back.”

She sighed and leaned back from him. “I’m not worried about you not being able to take the hate. People talked shit about you before this.” Fifi chewed the side of her nail. “I’m worried that you’re not going to be able to take losing your friends. Or worse…That you’ll do something even more stupid in the future.” She wrinkled her nose.

“Like anything that fucking cow Mia suggests. I’m sure that’ll be just as stupid.”

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Because it was fun,” Zac shrugged, absentmindedly playing with Fifi’s hair. He didn’t have the power to rig the projector anyway. Nor did he have the ability to simultaneously spy on people. But that’s taking the point literally and he has a feeling that should he tell Fifi his answer, she’d flip. Not exactly what he wants to happen right now. “It was supposed to be fun. Well it was, but some whiny bitches just can’t take a joke.” For the sake of appeasing Fifi though, he ended it at that. He did pout slightly when she closed the topic for him. God he was so close. Maybe some other time?

He did smile when she heard her laugh. At least that made him just a tad bit more comfortable than he was a few minutes earlier. While he’s ok with fistfights and other arrogant displays of power, it was emotional things like these that he gets just a bit too awkward around. Especially around relatively close friends. Apparently he’s still human despite claiming otherwise. “You know, rage sex is pretty hot too. Haven’t had those in a while,” he chuckled.

While he appreciates Fifi’s concerns (he really does), every inch of his body wants to tell her not to worry. That her fears are unfounded. But considering how convicted she seems to be in making him see the light, well, there’ll probably more conflict they could bring this topic to a close should he remain stubborn.

So for once in his life, he willingly decides to let someone else win.

“People can’t hate me. Not for long at least,” he said with a smug grin, rubbing his forehead against Fifi, “You’re living proof for one. The rest will get over it, I’m sure.” He then pulled away to stretch his arms and back out a bit, letting out a yawn before adding, “And if they won’t, well, there’ll be plenty of other friends out there. Cold as it may sound, some friends are dispensible.”

“For the record, Mia didn’t suggest me to do anything. It was all me. Don’t give her the credit.”

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi rolled her eyes. Man, how many time had those words come out of her mouth? Because It was fun. “Did you ever think maybe your joke wasn’t funny?” She offered, digging her bony knuckles into his hip to punish him for bringing up sex again. “Would you drop the sex thing you horny toad?!” Fifi admonished, though she did manage to laugh again.

She looked up at him, scrutinizing him briefly. “I know what you’re doing, Zac.” She accused.
“And you’re not going to seduce me or humor me into no longer being mad at you.” Though she did seem remarkably less upset than when he’d first arrived. The tears were easier to keep at bay now, at the very least. “

Fifi flopped down, hugging his waist tightly as he stretched and closing her eyes. “And I know you’re lying to make me feel better.” She grumbled, almost too softly for him to hear with her face practically buried in his stomach. “Making new friends is hard, anyway.” She added, sighing and turning her head so that she could peek up at him.

“Fuck Mia. I already hated her. If I didn’t know everything was your fault I’d totally blame her.” Fifi growled, sitting up and pouting. She snatched up a pillow to cuddle instead, wrapping her lengthy limbs around it like a koala. “She thinks she’s so tough. But she’s nothing without that Jonah guy to tone her the fuck down.” Fifi squealed, clawing at her pillow in girlish rage. “CHRIST. God. I fucking hate her so much.”

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Nope. Not once. I still think it is.” He’s not going to lie there; Zac thinks his joke is incredibly hilarious. The fact that quite the number of people laughed during the Talk didn’t disprove him much either. “What I think is that people have no sense of humor,” he added, nodding as he continued to idly brush Fifi’s hair, “I never expected you to be part of them Fifi. But don’t worry, I’m not like you guys. I don’t hate.”

He doesn’t. He gets even.

Zac chuckled loudly as Fifi accused him, trying to feign innocence but quickly losing anyway. “Hey, hey, hey, when did you become such a psychoanalyst?” laughed the teen, throwing his hands up in the air as if surrendering, “And I’m sorry to be such a killjoy but I’m not seducing you so you won’t get angry with me anymore. I’m doing it to lessen your anger, not to eradicate it entirely.” Surprisingly enough, he does enjoy some condemnation if it’s in a tolerable amount. Mostly because even if they’re all bad things against him, the fact remains that he’s still an important enough figure for them to think about and spew things against. “And besides, what if my libido’s just acting up?”

Oh how twisted the boy’s mind really is.

“Maybe for you, but I’m a social butterfly.” He playfully flapped his arms, moving from side to side then erupting into a fit of laughter when he saw how ridiculous he looked in one of Fifi’s mirrors. He did go silent for a moment or two when Mia suddenly sprang into their conversation. “See, that’s why this whole thing got thrown out of proportion,” he said, his voice becoming a bit more serious this time, “If people just focused on the ‘now’ the hate wouldn’t be amplified to such heights. But no, you already had ongoing resentments against us and you’re somehow using this event as a platform to channel all that aggression. Don’t you think it’s a little unfair to us?”

And now he not only sounded preachy, but did some sort of psychoanalysis as well. Not good.

He shivered for a bit after realizing what he just said. “Can we pretend that I did not just say that? It’s just too much.” Nope, he’s never going to dwell on the serious side of things. Not for him in any shape or form anyway.

[Fifi Hart]

“I used to be.” She said, shrugging awkwardly. “Actually, I probably would have just jumped in with you before…er…all that stuff.” Fifi sighed, closing her eyes. “But, y’know, people change or something.” Dwelling on his words, Fifi jumped to the defensive. “And I’m not hating. I’m just really pissed! Which will probably all go away once the fucking shock wears off.” In fact, it had already sort of started to wear away, what with this talk and all. “I can’t even imagine what I would have done if I’d been in the slide show.”

Fifi narrowed her eyes for a moment. Was she in it? Nah.

Her mouth twisted into a reluctant smile when he began to laugh. “They give you a lot of therapy in juvie. They gave me a lot of therapy, anyway. Just picked it up, I guess.”She rolled her eyes. “Your libido is in a perpetual state of acting up.”

When Zac suddenly turned on his preachy voice, Fifi sat up, her hands braced on either side of Zac’s waist so she was looking him straight in the face. Her expression was one of pure shock. Zac had actually…actually legitimately thought about something. It wasn’t until he went on his tiny tirade that things finally clicked for Fifi.

There was no talking this out. There was no ‘helping Zac see.’ He already ‘saw.’ He was just looked at the back side of the painting, and the canvas was stretched out between the two sides. Everyone was divided. Fifi shook her head, realizing that they were going to stay that way.

“In your case? I think you’re right. People have problems with you, and they’re adding this on top.” Fifi leaned forward a bit, her expression hard, angry. “In Mia’s case? I think she’s off her fucking rocker and needs to go to therapy and stop taking her issues out on other people…or go to an excorcist to pull the devil out of her ass. So in her case?” She leaned back again. “Totally fair.”

Smiling slowly, Fifi pinched Zac’s nose playfully. “I won’t tell people you’ve sort of got a brain to go with that body. Promise” She shook her head again, looking thoughtfully into his eyes. “But I will tell you to please be careful. Actions have consequences Zac…and there’s a vigilante mindset in this place.” She trailed off, letting the warning sink in.

What scared her more than the fact that Zac didn’t seem worried, was the fact that she’d heard people talking. Zac was starting to rank just under Hitler as ‘history’s biggest asshole’ according to some students.

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Indeed they do,” Zac shrugged, leaning down so his back is finally supported by something. Apparently sitting straight for so long is kind of tiring for the boy. He idly placed his hands behind his head, wiggling slightly to make Fifi’s bed ‘work for him’ before continuing, “Did I ever tell you that I was rather scared of you before? I think I saw you in one or two parties before, way before Hammel, but when I saw you in school, there was this seemingly dark cloud over you. Which scared me shitless.” He made it a point to avoid her as much as he can before. “I rather like this new Fifi. Or Fiona. Whatever.” He gave Fifi a wink before grabbing her up so they’re finally side by side on her bed. “Just remember that whenever I say Fiona, I have this image of Shrek’s bride in my head.”

And with a smirk on his face, he suddenly added, “Unfortunately for you though, I’m a god. I don’t change.”

He was in full agreement with Fifi on that one. About the whole shock fuelling the overreaction thing. That’s why he just goes with it. Never really minding the ‘death threats’ he’s been getting for a few days now. Just going on like everything’s normal really. Because once the ‘fad’ dies down, people would realize how stupid they have been for joining it. Like Zac and his fascination for Beyblade and YuGiOh way back.

Or at least he hopes that’ll happen.

“Ever think of taking that up in post-secondary? Dr. Neville’s getting old, he might need a replacement soon enough.” He never did get comfortable with the telepath, probably why the sessions he had with him way back didn’t become as fruitful as one would’ve wanted. “Fair point,” he laughed when she said something about his libido, “Though you should be happy that it’s the only one ‘up’ right now.” ‘Cause for some reason, despite him ignoring all of it, the hate he’s getting is making him lose his appetite for sleeping with someone. Surprising, isn’t it?

If it were me, I’d say Fifi’s giving the mimic far too much credit than he deserves. He definitely hasn’t thought that far ahead. More like Fifi built up on Zac’s rudimentary logic and made it even more grand than he could possibly imagine. But Zac being Zac insists that we just go with what Fifi says and pretend that, indeed, it was all him all along.

“I’m not surprised,” he said, rolling over to his side, “I mean, with all these superhero movies cropping out from nowhere, you really don’t expect anything less from the students in here. And I’m proud. Every superhero needs a supervillain right?” Once he gets his powers back, he’ll make sure to make life a living hell for those people, so let them try.

Propping himself up, he gave Fifi’s side a light poke before saying, “So, you’re ok now? You’re not looking for another Chemistry tutor now? ‘Cause even with all the drama around us, I don’t think Mr. McQueen would postpone your exam the day after tomorrow.”

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I'm thinking we wrap this one up Lynxieboo? . Thanks a whooooole loooooot. <3.
FIFI IS AWESOME. -waves JD/Fifi OTP flag- >=D.
- Jam

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi tilted her head, looking at him skeptically. “Afraid? Wait…why the hell are you telling me this now?” She shook her head, and put her hand over his mouth when he opened it to respond. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” Fifi chuckled and looked back out straight ahead, surveying her room and feeling a bit validated that at least someone was taking notice that she was trying to put things right. Even if it was just Zac and it was probably a fluke. “Shrek or not, I still appreciate you noticing I’ve changed. or am changing. or whatever.”

Once again, she looked over next to her to give Zac a skeptical look. “Me?” she shook her head modestly and chuckled. “No fucking way. No one wants a jailbird for a doctor. Shrink or otherwise.” Fifi pursed her lips thoughtfully. “I’d love to work for a publisher, actually. Or go into public affairs or something, maybe?” She chuckled again, ruffling her fingers through her hair, now excellently messed up because Zac had been playing with it. “Who knows? As long as it’s not chem.”

Her smile widened into a playful grin. “I might get a job a lingerie store here in town.” She said, waggling her eyebrows playfully. She’s not exactly helping with the whole ‘no sex’ thing, but whatever. It’s the truth.

“You’re a megalomaniac, that’s what you are.” Fifi pointed out. Supervillain, bah. Zac was seriously going to get the shit beat outta him. Fifi sighed and swatted his hand away, looking at him sideways with a petulant grimace. “I’m still mad at you or something.” She grumbled, but her façade quickly dropped and she smiled reluctantly. “Or something…”She repeated, looking over her chemistry book and notes.

“I think I’m just going to work the problems on my own.” She stood up off the bed, pulling Zac with her and guiding him toward the door. “I guess I’ll run them by you before the exam so you can check my work.” Before closing her door behind Zac, Fifi chewed her cheek.

“I meant what I said, Zac.” She called. “Be careful, ass hole.”