Knight in dirty converse
@yazzdonut has an Overwatch Highschool AU and I have no impulse control, as I’ve established. So here’s a chaotic mess of some post-fight Jamie loosely based on some real shit I did in my one year of highschool.
“Jamison,” Angela didn’t look up from her clipboard as the door to the nurse’s office opened.
A scruffy boy let himself in, bleeding from his nose, the back of his head, and his knuckles. Still, he was smiling, rocking a bit in place, “G’Day, Angel.” He spoke with more chipper than someone missing two teeth should.
The blond looked around the small office, nothing more than a desk, a few cabinets, a bed, and a few far too slippery chairs. “Sure is empty in here. Where’d everybody go?”
“Home, or the hospital.” Angela said calmly as she opened a cabinet, gathering some disinfectant and bandages.
“Where’s the doc then? Ya’d think she’d be ready for me by now.” Jamie fell back onto one of the far too slippery plastic chairs, immediately slouching in it.
Angela grabbed the blond’s arm and yanked him up, giving an unamused look as she tilted his head down to let his nose bleed onto the floor. “She left. For good reason. You’re a pain.”
Jamison laughed and spat a large clump of blood into the pool forming between his feet, “That’s coooold.”
“You’re in here at least twice a week. It’s starting to get expensive treating you.” Angela huffed, examining the wound on the back of his head, a few small glass shards were still in the wound, “I’m going to start charging you.”
“Yer gonna take my lunch money?” Jamison tilted his head to the side to look up at her with a smirk. Angela rolled her eyes and stepped away to get some tweezers.
“So... what was it this time?” She asked upon coming back.
“Fight. Same as always.”
“Over?” Angela began to pluck out small shards of class from the school’s trophy case, placing them in the seat besides Jamie.
Jamison stared into the pool of his own blood, his nose barely dripping at this point. He pursed his lips, “Ya know... the big kid from math...?”
“We’re in different grades, Jamison, I don’t-” He cut her off.
“The one that wears the mask. ‘n the hoodie. Even in summer?”
Angela did know that kid. He came to school with a mile long list of food allergies and two inhalers he refused to carry with him.
“Well he was just mindin’ his own business, ya know.” Angela tilted Jamison’s head up and began to wrap his wound, “Gettin’ somethin’ out of his locker, and he had this... doll in there. One of them cute things Hana’s into.”
“Pachimari?” Angela filled in.
Jamie nodded, “Yeah, that thing. Well he knocked it out, and one of them seniors, the jock type, plays rugby or somethin’. Kicked it. Not on accident, I saw it myself, he kicked it full force ‘cross the hall!”
Now Jamison was getting mad, Angela wiped his face with a warm wash rag as he huffed up cross legged into his seat.
“An’ some other kid catches it, and they just start- Gangin’ up on this kid! Suddenly there’s at least for of ‘em, and this kid is big, but they are too, and they got his doll and are threatenin’ to tear it up so I just-”
“You got in a fight... over a toy that wasn’t even yours?” Angela looked down at him judgingly.
Jamison scratched the back of his head, right at his freshly wrapped wound, “Well... Yeah. Guess so. I mean, they also bumped into me and made me drop all my own shit so. I mean.... I got into it for me too.”
Angela sighed heavily and took one of Jamison’s hands, looking over the bruises and cuts, and began to wipe off the dried blood.
Jamison sniffled, rubbing his nose a bit with his free arm, “Just... don’t think it’s fair to gang up on a bloke like that.”
“I know Jamie.” Angela spoke quietly.
“He’s not a bad kid. Kinda quiet. Don’t think he hangs around a lotta people.” Jamison rocked a bit, “He’s cute. Think I might invite him over to our table at lunch tomorrow.”
Angela hummed, “You think he’ll sit with you after such a chaotic show?” She teased.
Jamison smiled brightly, “Of course! I’ll be like his knight in shining armor! Plus I still got that doll of his, so he’ll at least come by to get it back.”
Angela chuckled as she finished cleaning Jamison up, he was a friendly kid, hard not to like, even with all the trouble he caused. She was sure the other student would be sucked into Jamison’s chipper attitude just like everyone else.
“Soooo, angel, can I get a sucker this time?” Jamison leaned onto Angela’s shoulder, eyeing the bowl of dumdums on the Nurse’s desk.
Angela huffed and shoved him off lightly, “Absolutely not.”
Jamision whined, “Whaaaaat, why not?? You said if I was good I could have one!”
“Being a reckless knight in dirty converse is not what I would call good.” Angela huffed, pulling Jamison to his feet as he whined and collapsed his weight onto her. She laughed and shoved him out the door.
She could hear his whining songs was he slunked down the hallway, dramatically singing his woes over the lack of the cheap treat. She watched him for a moment, throwing his weight around like a ragdoll as he walked down the empty halls back to class.
He wouldn’t be back in the nurse’s office for a long time.
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