Who: Nico and the other Freshmen! Where: In the hallway When: At the end of the school day on Monday. What: SWITCHEROO Rating: PG-13 for language
Nico was not in a good mood. He was having one of his off days, the kind where things built up, more and more until they were bubbling just beneath the surface. It was enough to keep those who knew him at bay, but some people just didn't quite see the warning signs: the tension in his neck, the fact that his headphones were blaring in his ears to keep out the sound of everyone else's voice, the way he violently slammed his locker shut.
Some people didn't notice, or maybe they didn't care. They certainly didn't seem the type to as one yanked his head phones out of his ears with a stupid grin. "Hey Spinelli." They were older, certainly too big for him to take both of them by himself. Nico was stronger than he looked, but he wasn't that strong. "My sister says you ratted her out for cheating off your math test."
Nico's brows rose. The girl who sat next to him had gotten caught by their teacher for copying his test. Why she hadn't gone for JJ's he wasn't entirely sure, but he hadn't exactly been distraught over her getting caught. "Fuck off," he muttered, hands clenching into fists and unclenching as he struggled to remain calm. He ducked under the uglier kid's arm, only to have the other one block him again.
"No one likes a snitch Spinelli." On a good day, maybe he could've let it go, but today was not a good day, and he wasn't quite finished with that dig. "You're just like that cock-sucking older brother of yours. What'd they do with him anyway? Ship him off the island so no one had to see his face anymore?" Even on a good day, Nico would have been on them.
His backpack dropped to the ground loudly, its contents spilling out over the floor. But before he could lunge for the boy's throat, something happened. Nico couldn't explain the sensation, and for a moment, he thought maybe it was just because he was that angry, but it lingered. He felt like he was traveling out of his body, like he was watching the scene unfold from above them.
Meanwhile, on the ground, Nico's eyes had rolled back into his head, and the two boys that had been bullying him hesitated. "What the fuck?" one muttered, staring at him oddly, before slowly taking a few steps backward and then hurrying away.
But then Nico couldn't watch anymore. He was being dragged somewhere. He tried to cry out, but nothing came out. Where was he going? Why did his eyes look like that?
And then he had stopped. Nico felt... weird. His body felt like it didn't fit quite right. Something was off. Frowning, he looked down at his shoes, and nearly fell over backward. Those were not his shoes. They weren't even his legs. His hands slowly reached up to feel his torso and immediately froze. There were two very, very distinct lumps. Horrified, he looked to the window across the hall, his reflection faint in the glass. But it wasn't his reflection.
It was Laney's.
"What the fuck?!" Nico's voice was not his own, either, and he pressed a hand over his mouth in horror. He whirled around, and let out a startled cry at seeing himself standing a few lockers down, his backpack still sprawled across the floor. If he was... here. Then who in the hell was there?