Chaos has always followed Rebel Stark like a close companion, throw in high school and it's bound to be a disaster. It doesn't help that everyone's eyes are constantly watching.
- SEQUEL TO "BATTLE SCARS"
{BASED OFF EVENTS FROM "BATTLE SCARS"}
*DISC...
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I'm waken up by the sound of multiple people talking, not very quietly, downstairs. I sit up in my bed and look at the time, its 6:30am and I've got school today.
"Look who finally decided to roll out of bed." Clint says, moving around me as I make my way to the fridge. Normally I wake up a half hour earlier to avoid the chaos in the kitchen, but I figured I use all the extra sleep I could get because of last night. "Has anyone seen the frying pan?" Steve asks exasperated, while digging through the cabinets. Almost everyone disregards his question, as they are all too busy doing their own thing. "Somebody needs to get Rebel up, before I start getting nagged but her principle for her poor attendance...again." Tony announces, walking into the kitchen fully dressed and ready to go. "I'm already up." I say, pushing through people to make my self visible to him, "Oh, good! Happy will be ready in like 15 minuets so hurry up and get ready." He says straightening his blazer. "No need, I'm walking with Peter today to school." I says, grabbing a banana and peeling it, "Why won't you just be driven to school? You always end up late when you walk with him." Tony complains, he doesn't really care about my not so 'perfect' attendance, he just hates having to deal with my principle about it. Tony doesn't even like the idea of me going to school, though he's not totally against it, he'd rather just not have to deal with it. The only reason why he signed me up was because my therapist thought it would be a good idea to get me out of the house and moving around. Tony thinks I'm too smart for it, but then again he doesn't have to worry about my where abouts for a good six hours out of the day.
After eating my banana I run back up stairs to get dressed and freshen up before Peter's here. I throw my things in my backpack and slip on my shoes before running down the stairs again. "He's here!" Natasha calls out, I don't see her anywhere around but I guess thats Nat for you. The elevator doors open, revealing a disheved Peter, "Ready to go?" he asks, while the books in his hands keep dropping to the floor, and his backpack is slipping off his shoulders, and his hair is a mess. His chaotic state makes me laugh, "I am, but are you sure you are?" I say, picking up the books from the floor and slipping them under my own arm to help out. "We're leaving now!" I yell before stepping into the elevator with Peter, as the doors were closing everyone in the kitchen area says goodbye in a million different ways.
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At Midtown High School, I wouldn't call myself popular. I wouldn't even call myself well known. I mean people know me as 'Peter's friend' or "the new girl", but other than that I go pretty much unnoticed. In the beginning I'd introduce myself as 'Jax Diaz's friend' but apparently news of his death spread around the school quickly so being a 'dead guy's' friend wasn't getting me into many friend groups, or any at all. So now I just stick with Peter in the two classes we have together and sit with him and his small group of friends at lunch. In the beginning, Peter must have warned them ahead of time about me, because they didn't seem very shocked when Peter sat me down with them the first day of school, or maybe they just didn't care? Ever since then its been a routine to just sit at the lunch table and wait for them all, listen and occasionally laugh a one of Peters jokes he makes, and eat my lunch.
School isn't very much like how I imagined it would be, for example the teachers care, but at the same time they really don't. Like you either get the material or you don't, but luckily for me I've always understood. And the people, most of the people here suck. You have the asshole jerks, the annoying popular girls, and the cocky know it alls. Peter doesn't really fit into any of the cliches here, but his friend Michelle likes to call themselves the "outcasts", maybe that's is own group too. I don't feel like I really belong in any of these groups either, but I don't think I'd mind if one of them invited me into it, I just want to be somewhere.
"Hey Reb, how was Pre-Calc?" Peter asks, setting down his lunch tray next to me. I shug in return, not sure how to really answer that. Soon Ned and Michelle come and sit down with us and they three of them start a hot debate on whether Star Wars or Star Trek was better. Both Ned and Peter agree that Star Wars is far better but Michelle won't back down with her opinion that Star Trek dominates Star Wars. "Okay, well since Ned is biased because he's never even seen Star Trek, Rebel you're the tie breaker." Michelle announces, directing everyones attention at me. I'd never seen Star Trek either, I'd seen Star Wars though, but only because Peter once brought it over for movie night, though I still didn't really understand the plot. "Star Trek." I respond, I don't know why I lie, Michelle just seemed like the type of person you didn't want to get on their bad side, so I thought it would be better to just agree with her. "WhAt?!" Peter yelled, surprised I didn't agree with him, "You've seen Star Trek?" he asked. "Uh yeah..." I say, trying to sound sure of myself. "Well then I think we have a winner, since Ned hasn't even seen Star Trek, his vote is invalid, therefor Rebel and I are superior." Michelle states proudly, looking over to me triumphantly.
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"Hey Happy." I say, throwing my backpack in the car and getting in the front seat, he replies with a simple "Hows it going?", his default reply for whenever I greet him. "I'd say amazing, but its school, so very much the opposite." I reply, which gets a laugh out of him, then we pull out of the school parking lot and back onto the main road. "Is anyone home?" I ask, noticing he's not taking the usual route he takes back to the tower, "Tony wanted me to drop you off at Dr. Lang's, he said he'll pick you up after." Happy answers, looking at me from the rear view mirror. I sigh in response, I don't like going to Dr. Lang's, but ever since Pepper convinced Tony it could be beneficial to me, he's got me going at least once a week, sometimes two if its been rough. I don't understand the point of grief consoling, its suppose to make you feel better about everything, but it only ends up making me remember everything and then leaving me feeling worse than before. According to Dr. Lang, it's "all part of the process", but in all honesty I think her 'process' is bullshit, and so is grief counseling.
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"How has everything been going since we last met?" Dr. Lang asks, holding her pen and notepad, eager to write down my responses. " I don't know, fine?" I reply, messing with the strings of my hoodie, "Have you had any dreams?" she asks again, trying to get a more specific answer out of me. "Of course I've had dreams, I dream every night, most people do." I respond, I know what she meant and what she wanted to hear, but I wasn't going to give it to her without a fight. "Rebel, I know you know what I meant, have you had any dreams about Jax?" she repeats, now with more impatience in her voice. "Isn't that Tony's job? To tell you whenever I flip out." I answer, matching the same impatient tone. She looks up at me, a tired and impatient look on her face. "Do you know why you're here?" she asks, setting down here pen and notepad. "Because people are sick of having to deal with me and would rather someone else do it?" I reply, obvious sarcasm in its tone. "It's because you're angry, and you're sad, and you won't let the ones who love you help." She responds, disregarding my answer. "You love me?" I mock with fake joy, trying to get a reaction out of her, " You push Tony away, and he doesn't know how to help you anymore." Dr. lang calmly answers, she's gotten better at ignoring my crap apparently. "Well maybe I don't need help, maybe I'm fine, has anyone ever thought of that?" I snap, getting irritated I can't get her to backdown, "Do you think the by way this conversation has been going, how all our visits have been, that you're fine, that you don't need this?" She questions, almost shocked that I don't agree with her. "I think I'd be better without all this goddamn pressure to be normal, there's nothing even wrong with me, I don't know how you all expect me to be normal while I already am!" I say fiercely back. Dr. Lang goes to pick up her pen and notebook again, but before she can ask another question I check my phone "Our time is up, my ride is here." I say bitterly, before getting up off the couch and walking out of the room. I hotly sign out with the receptionist and make my way to Tony's car, who's parked out front of the building.
