The DT Files

The DT Files

208: Gifted (2)

by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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Serenity Slytherin-Malfoy: It hides your e-mail either way, logged-in or not. Glad you liked that last chapter.

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"Why aren't you on the tennis team Daria?" her father asked.

Daria rolled her eyes, "because that would be considered a sport. Besides, that would force me to take more pain pills than I already do."

"Pain pills?" Jodie asked and Helen sighed in exasperation.

"If you would let us take you to a..." Helen began but Daria stopped her mother from finishing that statement.

"Chiropractors aren't real doctors," Daria fired back and Helen sighed again.

"Back pain? Are you carrying too many books or something?" Jodie asked.

"Let me answer that question with one of my own. Why do you think I wear what I wear?" Daria asked. Jodie bit her lip in thought.

"Well, you can't be self-conscious of what you look like, because that would mean you have some vanity under all that cynicism," Jodie began, "and I doubt you are vane in the slightest."

"She doesn't want to be judged on her looks. She thinks she'll get unwanted attention," Helen answered, wanting to end Daria's little game.

"I have to put up with enough stupid in my life. Why should I dress to show my figure when it'll just make more stupid people come to me?" Daria retorted.

"Jodie, can you explain to her that not everyone in that school is stupid and hard to get along with," Helen requested.

Jodie sighed, "maybe I ought to warn you about my parents. If you don't lean right of center in the political spectrum, you are going to have a hard time getting along with them."

Helen closed her eyes. She would have to keep her left of center mouth clamped shut without offending them or ticking them off.

"There's nothing Jodie can say that'll change my mind. Besides, why should I waist my effort on making myself look good when no relationship with any of those boys that go to LHS will go anywhere," Daria remarked, bringing the conversation back around. "Quinn has made sure to make me see that dating is just a big waist of time."

"No wonder you are the way you are. If I had a flighty sister like you do I'd probably think the same thing, I guess," Jodie said.

"That' s a premiss that makes no sense! Your aunt Rita is just like Quinn and you didn't see me..." Helen began but Daria stopped her.

"It wasn't you she ruined, mom. Aunt Amy didn't waist her time with a bunch of meaningless relationships either."

Helen slumped in her chair. Her daughter had won the battle. There was no getting through her thick shell as long as Quinn went out on what Daria considered meaningless dates.

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"What was that?"

"What?" Daria questioned.

"That whole car ride with your parents," Jodie said.

"Mom wants the perfect daughter. One that can show off her brain and her body at the same time. I'm not going to be some chip in the game that she plays with her own sisters."

"I see this sibling war goes back a generation."

"It does."

"Why not just blow off the guys with your winning personality?" Jodie asked, throwing sarcasm in Daria's face.

"You see what hanging around me does? You are picking up my sarcasm. Next you'll start dressing like me," Daria said with a smirk and Jodie sighed to herself.

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"Why do you call me that!?"

Jane snickered. Trent was messing with Quinn's head and Jane was enjoying every moment of it.

"I just think Daria is cooler than you are," Trent replied with a grin. Jane's smirk widened, seeing that Quinn looked quite red in the face with anger.

"She is not cooler than me!" Quinn shouted.

"Yeah she is," Trent fired back. Jane stuffed her fist in her mouth. She knew exactly what would happen next. Quinn would argue with him that she was cooler and Trent would defend Daria's coolness.

The moment Quinn stormed off, Jane burst into laughter.

"What?" Trent asked.

"Oh, you got the polyester princess all pissed off at you, that's just priceless!" Jane laughed out.

Quinn then stormed back into the room, "ok, who would you rather kiss, me or Daria?"

"Daria," Trent answered with no hesitation. Jane glared at her brother, trying to figure out whether or not Trent was answering that just to piss Quinn off, or if he was really serious about that.

"You're lying!" Quinn shouted.

"If she were here then I'd do it just to prove it," Trent retorted.

"And just what makes her so kissable?" Quinn complained.

"That pleaded skirt," Trent answered with a grin. Jane rolled her eyes but made note of that for future yentaing.

"Oh come on! She has no hips and the only reason her breasts look better than mine is because she's shorter and that makes it appear she has more chest than I do when I have more chest than she does!" Quinn fired back.

"Yeah, well, she doesn't have to show them off like you do. I get enough of that from the whores at the Zon and McGrundies," Trent fired back and Quinn stormed off yet again.

"Two for two, now, how serious are you?"

"Janie," he said exasperated, "she's sixteen."

"Almost seventeen, Trent," Jane corrected him.

"Doesn't matter, her mother would never let me get that close to her."

Jane sighed. That was the problem that she hadn't accounted for. However, where there was a will, there was a way.

"Ok, Quinn doesn't believe you when you say that you'd rather kiss Daria, so next time you see Daria, kiss her," Jane said with a smirk and Trent sighed. He wasn't going to get Daria into trouble with her parents.

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Monique scowled at the scene before her. Trent was with some glasses wearing girl who was about to get pierced. Sure, they were off again in their on again, off again relationship, but there had never been another girl that came into the picture.

"And just how long am I going to have to wait until you come crawling back to me?" Monique asked. Axl sighed and decided to wait on the piercing until the drama left the room.

"You really want to have that discussion, here and now?" Trent asked becoming highly annoyed. "I thought you the one to come crawling back to me."

Monique scowled, "that was a one off thing."

"So? It still was you that crawled back to me."

"And now you are with this...this...four eyed flat chested midget? She doesn't look old enough to be your sister's age," she spat.

"Hey," Trent replied, getting quite defensive, but didn't really know what to say.

She is your ex right now, right?" Daria asked cooly.

"Yeah, and she'll continue to be that way if she keeps running her mouth," Trent said, getting hot under the collar.

Daria stood and glared back at the other girl. Monique snorted. A five foot, two inch girl couldn't intimidate her.

"Well, if you are going to fight, then swing, bitch," Monique challenged. Axl was about to say something, but closed his mouth, remembering how stupid it was in getting in the way of two girls that wanted to fight each other.

"You must have gotten your brain pierced along with the other holes in your head. At the moment, we aren't dating, but I can see now why he'd want me instead of you."

"Oh really, Ms. Monotone, and tell me why?"

"I've got respect for myself, something that you apparently don't have."

Monique saw red. She drew out her own switchblade, intending on slashing at Daria when a second knife blocked her attempt.

"Not going to happen, Monique," Trent growled. Knowing that if she were to go up against Trent's knife, she'd be a corpse on the floor of Axl's parlor, she wisely decided to back off.

"Good move, c'mon Daria, I don't like the company around here. Sorry Axl, maybe next time, he said and the two left.

"Damn it Monique, what were you thinking trying to start a fight with him?" Axl said shaking his head.

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"You ok?" Trent asked.

"Didn't think she'd pull a knife out on me," Daria finally responded.

"No one said that this part of town was safe."

"That's why you carry a knife then?"

"Yeah."

"You dated her?" Daria asked in disbelief.

"Mistake, I'll admit," Trent said a little sheepishly.

"Should we get her art supplies and be done with it?" Daria asked.

"Yeah, and I'll write her a song."

"Jane told me about the trouble Quinn caused when she stayed with you," Daria said, changing the subject about Trent writing Jane a song for her birthday.

"Yeah, she didn't like that I think you're cooler than she is."

Daria blushed lightly, but continued, "sorry she acted like a..."

"Stuck up little bitch?"

"I wouldn't say 'bitch', that would mean that she does have sex, which she doesn't. The only thing she uses boys for is their money and car. The hapless boy is left with an empty gas tank, an empty bank account, and blue balls."

Trent laughed, enjoying that comment. He finally recovered and said, "she also asked me which of you I'd rather kiss."

Daria bit her lip, "you must have made her mad by not paying her any attention."

"I told her that I'd rather kiss you," Trent continued without missing a beat.

"Wha...?" she said, stopped and her face turned completely red. Trent grinned and came closer to her.

"And if you don't believe me," he said and kissed her. Her head spun and she felt as if she was about to pass out. She melted into him, not wanting this to ever end. He pulled back and smiled at her.

"I hope you don't think that you're just going to get away with kissing me and doing nothing afterwards."

Trent chuckled, "you sure? I might scare you away."

"You keep kissing me like that and I won't run away," she softly replied and Trent put an arm around her and the new couple left Dega Street.