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ur a jinx - Chapter 1

Sooo, my sister @m-mommymilkers and I decided to put our minds together and create THIS absolute gem. If you want a shitty modern high school drama Arcane AU, here it is. I apologize in advance for our immature sense of humor, this post is coming from someone who will put a water bottle cap on a ball (giving it a hat shhh) and laugh at it hysterically.

Good luck. The entire chapter is under the cut. (Also hey @doxmino it’s done!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36633382/chapters/91375873

Silco feels horrible.

His daughter hardly ever sleeps—this is, what, the first time in weeks she's gotten an actual good night's sleep?—and he has to wake her. He wishes he didn't, he could let the poor girl sleep all day if she didn't have school today.

There was always the option of letting her sleep in and passing it off as her taking a sick day. She hates school anyways, doesn't she?

But Vander wouldn't stand for that. He knows, and Silco knows, that as parents, they need to value their children's education.

And also their health and well-being. Well, that certainly doesn't help, now, does it?

He stares at the teenager hugging her giant shark plushie, snoring away. Her long hair is quite literally all over the place; draped over the plushie, hanging over the edge of the bed, and it even made its way into her mouth somehow? He sighs, slowly stepping over. "Jinx."

"Hm..."

"Jinx?"

"No," she pouts tiredly, rolling over and facing away from him.

"I'm afraid so," he sighs. "Look at me?"

She's stubborn at first, but turns her head after a few seconds. He brushes the long strands of hair out of her face, ultimately pulling them out of her mouth with a wad of saliva clumping them together in the middle.

"That's... Disgusting."

Jinx smiles sleepily in response.

"I can't braid this. You need a shower," he continues.

"No. 'm fine," she insists, laughing it off.

"Jinx."

"I'm good, I'm good!"

"There's spit in your hair, I'm not touching it."

"You're just as stubborn as I am."

"Jinx..."

She freezes before huffing with frustration. "Fine, whatever. I'm gonna be late, though."

"That's quite alright. Take your time."

And late she is. About an hour behind schedule, in fact. She doesn't bother to blow dry her hair, but rather pats it down with her towel and tosses it aside right after. She steps out of the bathroom, all dressed and ready to—

No.

Silco shakes his head, "You're not going out like that."

"Why not? What's wrong with it?" she asks, posing in her black crop top, torn fishnets and shorts.

"It's freezing outside! You'll catch a cold!"

"'You'll catch a cold!'" she mocks in a high pitched voice under her breath, which he pretends not to hear. "I'll... Wear a jacket or something."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Can I wear yours?"

"What?"

"Well, I figured I'd ask instead of taking it like last time," she snorts. "It looks cool, too."

"Does it?"

"Yeah, it looks pretty cool on me, anyway. You don't look so bad in it either."

He sighs, "Okay. I don't mind as long as it doesn't become part of the mess that is your room, are we clear?"

"Aye aye, captain," she salutes before plopping down at his feet, her back turned to him. "Now, this hair ain't gonna braid itself!"

"It's still wet."

"Okay, so? It's clean."

"You hardly did anything to dry it."

"If I miss school, you'll get in trouble," she mumbles indifferently.

"If I get in trouble, I'll drag you along with me to court."

"Ooh, scary."

"Mhm," he lazily responds, grabbing the hairbrush off the side table. "You should put together a proper sleep schedule."

She chuckles, "Nah. I'm fine with sleeping whenever."

"Jinx... You don't sleep at all. The last time you slept was three days ago."

"Four days ago," she corrects.

"Four days ago!" he echoes.

"Yeah. Oops."

"How... How do you go that long without sleeping?"

"Occupying myself with work," she crosses her legs and rocks back and forth. "Oh, and coffee, which we're gonna need a lot more of that."

"No, we don't."

"Yeah, we do."

"No, we don't," he insists sternly.

They throw the same arguments back and forth as he braids the long strands. It gets old fast, but it's all part of the morning routine. Silco is used to it.

Her pupils are dilated, large black holes in her bright pink eyes. Silco can feel the car shake with every kick of her legs against the passenger seat. "Would you please cut that out?"

"Can't," she answers before stopping anyways—at least attempting to—and pulling a ballpoint pen out of her backpack.

As if the seat kicking wasn't bothersome enough.

She puts her thumb on the button at the end of the pen and begins pressing it rapidly. Click, click, click, it went.

Again, this is an everyday thing that he had grown used to. He just keeps on driving. "And how exactly does your tiny body handle that much caffeine?" he inquires, not taking his eyes off the road.

"I dunno," she shrugs, pushing the button still.

Click, click, click.

"You forgot to eat again."

"Oops."

She's indifferent to the idea of not eating. She's always spending all day working in her room on art or little machines, or passed out at her desk. It's almost as though she lives solely off of coffee and candy, nothing else.

"You're eating lunch today."

"No."

"I'm not saying it has to be big. At least something healthy. Even if it's just one of those small packages of baby carrots, it's better than filling up on sugar."

She pouts, "Well, you know I don't like carrots."

"Fruit, then."

"Maybe."

"Please."

"Fine, okay. Fruit it is, I guess."

Another moment of silence. Click, click, click, the pen starts again.

Silco takes a brief glance down at the pen, as well as the tip of his daughter's thumb, flushed a deep pink from pressing the little button for so long. "You should stop. You'll tire out your hand."

"You know what? Okay. It was getting boring, anyway," she mutters to herself before unrolling the left sleeve of her father's jacket. She doodles on her pale skin with swift marks, finishing a really messy—but cool, as she would say—sketch of a monkey. "So? Whaddya think?"

"I think you should stop drawing on yourself."

"But—"

"It isn't good for your skin."

"If it was really that bad, they wouldn't let kids anywhere near these things. It's just pen, after all! It comes off in a few washes!"

He opens his mouth to speak, but only closes it and gives a defeated sigh. What's the point in even trying to argue with this girl anymore?

He stops the car at the front of the school and Jinx leans over to grab her backpack from off the back seat. "Remember what we discussed."

"Eat healthier food, drink water throughout the day, blah, blah, blah. Got it."

"And, one more thing. Please try to stay out of trouble."

"No promises, old man," she sticks her tongue out. She gets out of the car and slams the door shut, striding into the building as though she hadn't gone all weekend without sleeping.

If she's being honest, she hates being told to take better care of herself. For starters, she knows when to take a break from caffeine and junk food, and that's when she can feel her body shutting down. If she's feeling dizzy, cool, then can have a little water. She can take a catnap. But other than that, she'll live.

Like she's said to Silco and, even her sister a month or two back—maybe three, she can't remember—it's her body, she knows how to take care of it, and she'll do whatever she pleases with it.

"Pow-pow!"

Speak of the devil...

Jinx whips around to be practically tackled to the ground by her older sister. "Vi! Violet, quit it!" she struggles as the taller, more muscular girl hugs her.

"What, am I not allowed to hug my little sis? Bring it in."

"Vi! You're embarrassing me!" she whined.

"That's a shame. I don't really get to see you every day, though, now do I?"

"Sometimes, before classes. But... I guess we don't really see each other every day like we used to."

"I'm glad we got the chance to meet up before classes, though. I've missed you."

"I missed you too," she smiles a bit, finally returning her hug. "Oh! Uh, you should know," she speaks up again, "Th-the name's Jinx now."

"Oh, okay. It really... Suits you, I guess?"

She's right; the girl is known by a majority of the other students for all the trouble she's caused throughout throughout the years. It started in kindergarten; she had asked to join some other kids in a game of kickball, in which she kicked the ball through a window. Both her and the group were held accountable.

Only four years old and a few people already wanted her dead.

Then, fast forward a couple years, she had started a food fight in the cafeteria. She knew what she was doing; it was exactly what Vi did in second grade, and if she wanted to make anyone proud, it had to be her older sister.

It wasn't as big of a fight as she'd hoped for, but it was fun. Either way, regardless of how many students participated in the food fight, she was known to be trouble.

She was a problem.

A jinx, if you will.

And so it became her name. Shortly after Silco and Vander split, she could only blame herself.

She's trouble.

Trouble.

What a funny word! Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble. It sure looks weird when you stare at it for too long, doesn't it?

"Pow?"

"Mm?"

"You're doing that weird zoning out thing."

"Oh, heheh. Whoops. Man, it's chilly, huh?" her focus switches immediately.

"A little," Vi shrugs slightly, but agreeing nonetheless. "We should still have some time before first period. Let's hang out inside for a bit, yeah?"

"'mkay."

Every table in the science lab is clear, all except for one that's cluttered with several papers, a glass slide, and a microscope. Viktor had arrived at school early and wanted to get a head start on his biology assignment. Everyone was told to pick one of the slides—all of them had something different so no one would cheat—and fill out a five-page-long packet of questions regarding what they were viewing under the microscope.

He takes little notes on a separate sheet of paper before a pair of hands falls over his eyes. "Guess who?" an all-too-familiar voice rings out happily.

It's none other than his lab partner—well, except for individual assignments like this—and close friend, Jayce Talis. "Morning, Jayce," he smiles back faintly before gently grabbing his hands and taking them off his face. "Are you here to work, too?"

"Just here to see you."

What a flirt.

"Well, I'm a bit busy, but I wouldn't mind if you sat with me."

"You're always working, Vik," Jayce pouts. "It's all you ever do."

"I value my grades, thank you very much."

"So do I, and even I'm not working 24/7. You need a break."

"I don't need a break. Not yet."

Jayce sighs and looks at his paper with a blank stare. "Then... Maybe we could go somewhere after school?"

"As long as I can get my homework done before the night's over, sure," Viktor finally accepts, not once looking up from his microscope.

Well, that was a short conversation. It's okay, though, because there are only about five or six minutes until first period starts, and there's still a lot to be done; a lot being the several flyers and posters that him and his best friend, Caitlyn, had planned over various texts and emails.

@caittt_k: What do you think?

@caittt_k: [one image attached]

The posters were... A bold choice, to put it nicely. Neon pink wasn't exactly attractive in his eyes, and the use of gold glitter and big, holographic letter stickers to spell out "CAIT 4 PREZZY" only made it worse.

@itzyaboi.jayce: its flashy

@itzyaboi.jayce: idk

@caittt_k: Flashy is better than bland, isn't it?

@itzyaboi.jayce: ig

@itzyaboi.jayce: but its an eyesore for me tbh

@itzyaboi.jayce: its so bright

Cait tries to reply, but keeps pausing as Jayce continues to critique her work.

@itzyaboi.jayce: what is this ur 3rd grade bucket list? lol

@caittt_k: Jayce.

@itzyaboi.jayce: "im gonna get a pony 🥺✨"

@caittt_k: With all due respect, please shut the fuck up.

@itzyaboi.jayce: oh damn ok sorry ms "prezzy"

He makes his way down the hall to meet up with her in the library like they had planned yesterday, but is interrupted by the bell.

@caittt_k: We'll just have to put these up during lunch.

@caittt_k: No side conversations, no distractions.

@caittt_k: And definitely no more mentions of my third grade bucket list.