Helluva High 
 
 
 
Chapter 1. The Grand Scheme 
 
 
       —Ok Bozos! This year, we’re not just surviving Hell High, we’re gonna rule it! None of that last year crap; this year Everyone’s gonna learn who Blitzø is! 
       Blitzø, the red imp who claims the O is silent, stands on top of a stack of chairs in the middle of the Hell High atrium, proudly addressing his crew; Moxxie, Millie and Loona. Outside you can hear chaos unfold as other students arrive for their first day back at school. 
       Everyone facepalms. They could be using this time to find their new classrooms, meet classmates or any other things that actually matter. 
       Blitzø is an edgy, rebellious class clown who doesn’t care about the rules. He’s always causing chaos and has a sarcastic attitude towards both authority and his fellow students. 
       He calls his group of friends, I.M.P; the infernal misfit punks (patent pending), constantly getting him and the rest into scrapes and pulling pranks. He’s quick-witted and ambitious, dreaming of becoming the most popular kid in school. 
       —I don’t know, Blitzo… Don’t you think we should maybe, uh, focus on not getting detention on the first day? 
Moxxie sounded like the voice of reason as he always did. 
—Dang it Moxx, I told you! Now it’s Blitzø!  
—Yeah Moxx! A little fun never hurt anyone! 
       Moxxie, the smart uptight student who constantly wants to prove himself. Not the smartest, not the dumbest either; Moxxie wants to show he’s capable of self-sufficiency and a reliable friend. 
       He’s often dragged into Blitzø’s schemes, much to his chagrin; but has a secret valiant side that comes out in moments of crisis. He secretly attends to music classes after school and wants to one day play at an opera. 
—Millie, please don’t encourage him… 
       Millie is Blitzø’s best friend and partner in crime. She’s fierce and always ready to throw down for her friends. She is a bubbly southern belle with a deadly temper when provoked, excelling in gym class and any kind of combat sport. Last year she tried to join the wrestling team; but due to being a girl, the captain rejected her –she then broke some of his ribs. 
       Millie often gets Blitzø out of the trouble he creates by defending him if things get physical. 
—Just remember, if this goes bad… I don’t know you. 
       Lastly; Loona, the goth loner. In a sense, Blitzø’s adoptive sibling. She lives in an orphanage, but was able to receive proper academic education thanks to a social program aiming to assist those in her shoes. This caused Blitzø to empathize with her –being like brother and sister ever since. 
       Loona is the goth outcast who avoids socializing with everyone. She spends most of her time on her phone, scrolling through social media, and generally hating everything about Hell High. Despite her cold exterior, she has a soft spot for Blitzø (though she’ll never admit it), and she occasionally helps him with his schemes when it benefits her. 
       —C’mon now Loonie! We’re a family, we raise and fall together! — Blitzø encouraged her—. 
—Yeah! But, what’s the plan then? —Millie looked excited—. 
       —As all of you are aware, last year the principal gave a speech here. It was boring and lame so… we are going to make it more fun! 
       Blitzø pulled out a box from his backpack, inside was a stinkbug. Showing it to everyone he continued his speech: 
       —This, as you may know –it’s a stinkbug. Any other day, these guys are harmless, but when they feel threatened… the worst smell you can imagine releases to scare any predators! You get the idea. 
—Uh… where did you get that? —Moxxie looked worried—. 
       But as they talked the plan out, the crew would be interrupted by an unforeseen witness. 
       —Oh please, Blitzo, another prank? It’s like watching a toddler try to start a fire. Cute, but pathetic. 
       —Watch it, Verosika. By the end of the day, this place will smell worse than your perfume. 
       Verosika Mayday, the queen of Hell High, leading the second most popular clique in school. Confident, beautiful, and completely self-absorbed. She used to date Blitzø, and now their relationship is filled with bitterness and snarky insults. Verosika is also the captain of the cheerleading squad and a social media influencer. She tries to stay away from anything Blitzø and his gang are up to in order to avoid being hit by the crossfire. 
       —Look, I don’t care what you do and I’m not going to bother snitching either. —She made a pause to approach him—. But know that if your little prank drags me in like last time, you’re dead. 
       —Last time it was your fault, I told you not to come to school –and next thing I know the whole campus is on lockdown. 
—You sent me a picture of yourself holding a gun! 
       —A paint gun! Why are you even here, anyway? —Blitzø looked genuinely confused—. 
—Reasons… Why do you care? 
       Verosika looked and sounded too evasive, dragging everyone’s attention to her. With everyone’s gaze locked, the only ice-breaker was someone else’s silhouette making it out through the front door. Shadowed by Verosika making her way out –her eyes focused on the three imps and hellhound –fixing her skirt after realizing it was slightly off. 
—Either way, are you in.. or are you in gang?! 
       —You really want to risk another detention? —Moxxie kept being hesitant—. 
       —C’mon Moxx! We are the underdogs, the rebels, the ones who eat detention slips for breakfast! We risk it all to make history! 
 
*** 
 
       ––In the meantime, across campus a fancy car is leaving. A cute owl girl is walking through the front doors, awkwardly clutching her books, and looking around at the chaos happening in the halls. Students laughing, lockers slamming, and a couple of imps and other creatures scurrying past her. 
Suddenly a flamboyant and dramatic voice can be heard nearby: 
—Ah, my dearest Octavia! 
The voice comes from behind, accompanied by a slightly taller owl. 
—You talk like we just didn’t wake up at the same time… 
—Now, now. —He ignored her comment—. Via, my sweet sister. 
This is no way to greet your brother. 
—Good morning, Stolas. Not like we already did this at home… 
       —Long gone are those days where my little sister said she was going to marry me… Now, she’s nothing but hurtful words… 
—Yeah, when I was four. I didn’t know any better. 
       Octavia the emo outcast, and Stolas the mysterious senior, part of the important Goetia family. 
       Stolas’ younger sister and a junior at Hell High. Octavia’s the quintessential emo teen who always feels out of place. While her brother is more involved in the school’s inner workings, she avoids social interaction, preferring to stay in her own world. 
       Quiet and cynical, Octavia often expresses disdain for the superficiality of the Goetia family. She doesn’t get along with most of them and therefore she’s seen as an embarrassment to the family’s reputation. 
       Meanwhile, Stolas is the charismatic, mysterious upperclassman who seems to know more than he lets on. He’s charming and occasionally flirtatious, much to everyone’s confusion. Stolas is also the student body president and excels academically, but he has a secret life… One which no one knows about. 
       —And ever since, I have held you to those words. —Stolas hugged Octavia –much against her will—. 
       You could almost see hearts form around Stolas, circling him enthusiastically as he pampered her. But Octavia was not interested, pushing Stolas aside quite rapidly and trying to escape the scene as soon as possible. 
 
*** 
 
       In the main hallway, a snake-like creature and a tall pale girl are standing side by side, arms crossed and looking effortlessly cool. 
       Stella, flipping her hair over her shoulder –accompanied by a boy casually leaning against the lockers, preventing anyone from using them. 
Whispers fill the hall as students walk past the notorious couple. 
       —What are you looking at, nerd. —He said to a student who wanted to access his locker—. 
       —N-Nothing, Striker. Wrong locker, sorry. —The student walking back, afraid and bumping into the girl accidentally before running away—. Sorry, Stella! 
—Poor looser… 
       Striker and Stella, an unrelenting duo. Their relationship, often described as pure mutual interest, was a reminder that two individuals who hate each other can still co-exist together. 
       Stella, also called the Ice Queen Diva is the older cousin of Stolas, making her also a senior at Hell High. She’s cold, ruthless, and obsessed with maintaining her image as the most sophisticated and powerful student in school. She’s part of the elite crowd. Her reputation is built on fear and control. 
       She is constantly trying to ruin Stolas’ life and holds a grudge against anyone who is beneath her family’s social status. A perfectionist, willing to do anything to keep her pristine reputation intact, whether that’s sabotaging rivals or spreading vicious rumors. 
       While Striker takes on the role of the lone-wolf character, refusing to join any clique. He’s always lurking on the sidelines, ready to take down anyone who dares stand in his way –known for being unafraid to break the rules to reach his goals. 
 
*** 
 
       Later; back in the atrium, Blitzø is getting into position –standing on a railing right above where the principal would give his speech. Giggling as everyone at ground level seems to be unaware of his current position as they set everything up –excited to see what looked like the whole student body going in –new and old faces. 
       —Welcome, everyone. —The principal kickstarted the event—. For those who are new, my name is Abezethibou… 
       And as the speech started, Blitzø opened the box once more, this time the bug was tied up to a small thin string –one that he used to lower it from the scaffolding to as close as he could, and as fast as he could. The smell was already strong enough to make him dizzy. 
       It was so strong in fact, that it did not take long for the stink spread like wildfire as more and more complaining voices appeared –people begging for the doors to open and the pain to stop. 
       It was chaos, everyone tried to run for their lives while Blitzø celebrated with laughter from above. Millie looking through a window with curiosity. Moxxie looking around paranoid. And Loona ignoring everything as it unfolds. 
       But no plan is perfect when you already made a name for yourself. In the blink of an eye, now the gang was sitting in the principal’s office with their faces down. Muffled adult voices coming from behind the door. 
—Told you it was a bad idea… —Moxxie groaned—. 
—Are you serious? —Blitzø was awestruck—. It was fantastic! 
       —I don’t even know why I’m here.. —Loona kept scrolling through her phone as she was back there—. I need new friends. 
 
*** 
 
       Meanwhile, Octavia was sitting alone under a tree outside, trying to block the craziness of the day. Stolas appears from nowhere, approaching her with a too-wide smile. 
—Can’t I just suffer alone? 
—No, you can’t. —Stolas pampered her—. Are you ok? 
       —If you’re referring to the smell thing. Yes, I wasn’t even there yet when it happened. 
—I know. I was looking from the grassy knoll. 
—You where- what? 
       —I got worried when you mixed into the crowd. —Stolas was now hugging her—. What if someone took you?! 
—As if I were that lucky. 
       Once more, Stolas ignored his sister’s comments and proceeded to snuggle her. 
       —Well, we are Goetia. And as president of the student body I have to make sure everyone is always safe. 
       —Wow, great job back there, I guess. Didn’t know I was the whole student body. 
—Some… do have priority over others, you know that. 
       —Of course, the people with money and influence, while the lower class eats itself under the oppress- 
       The more she talked, the more the higher pitch her voice became to Stolas’ ears as he was too busy adoring her. 
—If that helps you sleep at night, my starfire. So proud of you. 
 
*** 
 
       Concurrently, from another point at the school, more specifically the rooftop. Stella and Striker are looking down at the chaos left below. Stella gives a smirk. 
—Predictable buffoons. 
—Seems your prediction was right. 
—There’s always one… I can’t believe they still let them in. 
—Are you still mad that Blitzo got you last year? 
       —The only reason he did was because Stolas helped him. Something you were supposed to help me prove. 
       —Hey, the scrawny nerd had some help of his own. I’m just waiting for his next mistake. 
—If.. and only if he does something again. 
       —Hey, if you don’t like it; you can always get someone else to do your dirty work. —Striker was getting fed up—. Or better yet, do it yourself. 
       Stella was offended by Striker’s sudden outburst, her feathers puffing up as her eyes showed a glimpse of her bottled down rage. 
       —Good luck keeping your father’s mine, then. We will see who crawls to who when you end up in the gutter. 
—Tchk- 
Striker walked away. 
 
*** 
 
       Back at the principal’s office, after the gang received their due punishment –which was yet another detention with Mrs. Belphegor, no one showed at least an ounce of regret on their way out. Something that was to be expected after a year-round of the same back-and-forth. 
       —Well, team. I say this was mission success! —Blitzø’s voice was triumphant—. 
       —Are you serious? —Moxxie sounded astonished—. Success would have been not getting caught. You literally went on and shouted our names! 
—Of course I did! What kind of artist doesn’t sign their work? 
—Maybe if you knew the concept of an inside joke! 
       Moxxie’s temper was reaching a boiling point you could only perceive by looking at his face. With only one way to defuse him. 
       —Now, now. Moxxie, honey. —Millie approached him with a kiss in the cheek—. 
       —Yeah, be a good boy and you get a treat. —Blitzø poked fun at him—. 
—Wow, somehow I am the one offended… —Loona reacted—. 
       —I can give you a treat too, Loonie. —Blitzø shrugged his shoulders—. 
—..I rather eat my own home work… 
 
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