Pokémon High School Life part... 11 (I think)

            “Stats, Dexter.”
            “Zzrt! Yezzz, ma’am!” The Rotom flutters by the Hisuian Zoroark. He’s in a Rotom Dex, and pulls up some bar graphs below his eyes on the screen. “…zzzorry, Znow, but… you’re lozzzing… by roughly two-thirds of the school’s likely votezzz… though keep in mind, these are only estimatezzz and may not be fully accurate to what is actu-”
            “First of all, I said don’t call me Znow. Snow.” Dexter buzzed an awkward apology, intimidated by the Zoroark’s glare. “Second,” Snow continues, “I KNOW it’s estimates, quit yammering!”
            “Zzzorry, Znow…”
            “I JUST FRIGGING SAID-” Snow resists the urge to through her nerdy Rotom friend into a wall. “Arceus! Never mind. More important is what we do about it, right?” “Yezzz, ma’am!” “I like that. Keep using ma’am.” “Yezzz, ma’am Znow!” “Aaand you ruined it again.” “Sorrz!” “Now you’re just messing with me. Just stop apologizing and stop addressing me!” “Yezzz, ma’am Znow! Zzzorry for my behavior!”
            “You just did everything I told you not to do at once!” she yells, grabbing the Rotom Dex by both sides and shaking him. When she finally stops, Dexter’s eyes are comical spirals on the screen. “Yezzz, bozzz… you scare me…”
            “Guh! Just give me a second to calm down.”
            “Zzzrt! I’ll leave you alone!” Dexter floats off, forgets where he was going, and makes a random turn through the halls suspiciously toward the computer room. Snow plopped herself down on a bench. I gotta win this stupid election! I just moved here, and if there’s one thing I know about moving to new places… she glances around. You gotta show them you’re not the one who’s gonna take crap! She stands and cracks her back. Then a Sylveon pokes her head around the corner. Snow blinks. She didn’t think anyone was left. The Sylveon stammered out something vaguely resembling a ‘hello’ before steeling herself with a little ‘mmph!’ sound and saying, “Uh! Miss Snow! I wanna help you in the election!”
            Snow raises an eyebrow. “Why do you wanna help so bad?”
            “Well… uh…” she loses her confidence a bit. Then she finally mutters, “…spite…”
            Snow busts out laughing. The Sylveon growls. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me!”
            “I’m sorry, that was just… so… flat-out honest! Ha! I like you, girlie,” she ruffles the Sylveon’s ears. The Fairy-type huffs. “Stop making me feel tiny!”
            “Geez, fine, just toying with you. Anyway…” she gets serious. “How do you intend to help?”
            “Um… I’ve got a kind of stupid plan…”
            “I’m fine with stupid as long as it will probably work.”
            “Okay, fine…”

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            Devil walks up to his locker and kicks it open. Arceus, I was such an idiot yesterday! ‘it’s me, from detention’?! That was so dumb! He kicks the door again. He looks at the small dent and feels slightly more satisfied. Hey, who cares? I don’t mind what ribbons thinks of me that much. I just lost a little dignity there! So what, I’ve got plenty more! Then his mind promptly gets to wandering. Like how to get some payback on that Infernape for escaping detention. He was wondering how long he’d get suspended for a small grenade that would explode into paint in a toilet when something taps his shoulder. “What?” Devil whips around and jolts in surprise to see Vee there, having placed one of her little ribbony feelers on his shoulder to get his attention. His claw slips right off the door of the locker, and he quickly regains his balance. “Oh, uh, Ribbons.” Whoops, Devil thinks as he realizes his nickname for her had slipped. Vee cocks her head. “Uh… hi, I guess? What, you expecting me to call you ‘Claws’ or something?” Devil curses himself for liking the idea of that. “Arceus, you’re making it weird! I give nicknames to everyone!” Not totally a lie. He did give nicknames to anyone he kept track of. Vee shrugs her ribbons and lets them flutter back to normal. She plops down, which made Devil assume she wasn’t here to just say ‘hello’. “I can’t believe I’m asking you for help…”
            Devil forces himself to stay calm, gesturing to himself. “Wh-What shocks you about coming to this peak of Dark type masculinity for help?” Stupid stammer.
            “…well, you said you jumped Zane…”
            “Is that that Infernape’s name? Yeah, I nailed him pretty dag good.” That was a lie. In all truthfulness, he’d only gotten one Triple Axel in before getting fed dirt and white spray-painted grass by a Close Combat and Fire Punch.
            “…and I’ve seen you in a few other fights too, looking back. And… I… uh…” she sighs. “Arceus, whatever. It’s not like you’ll care. I… need to get in a fight.”
            “If you want tips on how to aggravate people, just copy me-”
            “No, that’s not it. I want you to teach how to battle. You’re the only person I know who gets in fights in purpose. And you’re the best fighter I know at all. So…”
            Devil’s brain totally blue-screens. Even his external smirk fades. She wants me to… personally train her? After school? …one-on-one? Before he can think about what he’s really doing, he sticks out a claw. “4:30, gym. I’ve got keys. And because you so nicely asked, I’ll teach for free!”
            “You should not have those. But alright.” A ribbon zips out and wraps around his claw. “Deal.” She quickly takes her ribbon away and looks up at him with her big blue eyes. Devil quickly turns around, not wanting to look her in the eye. “Now get outta my space, Ribbons.”
            “See you, Devil!” she dashes off to her own locker. Devil feels his face heat up, and he bangs his head on his locker. But his face quickly twists into a massive smile. Score!
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            Tric walks through the halls full of posters. Vote Zane! Vote Snow! Tric pops in his other earbud. To be honest, he was considering not voting. They said it was anonymous, but really people would find out. Plus, the whole thing was just getting out of hand, and he wasn’t exactly interested in getting involved in all that drama. While looking at one particularly dumb slogan, he sees another poster with a Meloetta on it. His eyes widen. That’s LUNA!!! He examines the poster closer. It’s for a school dance, and the school managed to afford LUNA for one song. Tric peels the poster down, reading the details as he walks. I guess I’ll just go alone. Or with Aquaria, Gwen, and Vee, as like a group of friends. Though I might get teased for going with three girls… plus, one of them might have someone they’re going with. Does Vee have anyone she’s- He walks past the gym, and hears, “C’mon! Part one is physical strength! Five more!” Tric turns and sees a Weavile yelling these words, and more encouragement… while sitting on Vee’s back as she does push-ups, using her ribbons for some support. “Isn’t… twenty-five… enough?” She pants. Then she sees Tric. Her face turns pinker than normal. “This looks really weird, doesn’t it?” The Weavile freezes in place well enough to be a statue. Tric opens his mouth, closes it, then decides to just keep walking. Guess she does. Behind him, he hears a crash and an oof, followed by, “Ribbons! You fell- get that ribbon out of my face!”
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            The next day, Vee is achy all over. Devil was serious! She gets out of bed padding one achy paw on the cold floor. The weather has been getting much colder. It’ll probably start snowing in about a week. She picks up her phone and realizes it exploded with texts while she was training with Devil. There’s a whole discussion on their group chat, that she decides to check last. Then she has a message from Tric, and a message from an unknown number. She checks the unknown one first, and sees, (Hey. It’s Snow). It says she’s online. 
            She quickly paws, (How did you find my #??) (I have my ways. & a hacker nerd friend). Snow sends another, (Your plan ready or n?) (need mor time!! got a training coach) (cool they can hlp 2) (I dont think he’d want…) Snow is offline. Vee huffs and stuffs the phone away, forgetting all about checking the other messages. She grabs breakfast and goes out into the November air with toast in her mouth.
            She expected to see Gwen, Aquaria, or Tric there. Instead, there’s Devil, wearing a scarf and jacket, shivering a bit. “H-hey, Ribbons.” She stops. “You live in the same neighborhood as me?” “Y-yeah, that’s it…” “Are you… shivering?” “It’s cold! How are you doing this with no extra layers?” “It’s not cold. I mean, its nippy, but… you’re an Ice-type! You, of all people, should be fine!”
            Devil points up a claw. “First, no one says ‘nippy’. And second, Ice-types get cold too!” “Before me? My fur is thin, even! You’ve got those… funny feather things.” She taps one with a ribbon. The Weavile blurts, “Sh-shut up!” Ellen peeks out the door. She sees Devil and her eats flatten protectively. “Who’s that? Whozzat! If he’s being a creep I’ll bite him all over!” Devil squints. “Cute sis. Threatens people.” Vee says, “This is my training coach. His name is Devil. Don’t bite him, Ellen.” Ellen huffs, making a bit of fog in the air. She marches right up to Devil, squints up at him, sniffs. Then she says, “If you hurt big sis I bite you!” “Uh… okay.” “Good.” Ellen hops back inside. Vee giggles. “Sorry about her.” Devil shoves his claws into jacket pockets. “Let’s go before she changes her mind.”


(Sorry if I did Snow wrong, Hades! She started writing herself once I added Dexter…)