Team Genesis Book 1
Chapter 3: Detention

The school day ends and everyone starts to leave school, save the few students that participate in after school sports and that have detention.  Rocco was pulling out the last of his books to take home and getting ready to go to detention.  As he was leaving the hallway, he ran into Damian, sporting a blue skin.

“Hey man,” murmured an upset Rocco.

Damian sighed.  “Look, I know it’s bad, but I’m sure someone in the school knows it was just a mistake.

“Yeah, I’m sure someone doesn’t believe I purposely grabbed Holly’s globes,” Rocco remarked sarcastically.

“…….. You know, for a teen, she’s got really huge boobs.” Damian teased.  “What did the principal do, hire a porn-star’s plastic surgeon?”

Rocco remained with a straight face.  “If you’re done making stupid remarks, I’m off to detention.”

Damian got serious again.  “Okay, sorry.  I’m just trying to cheer you up.”

Rocco turned to him.  “Look,” he started.  “I know you’re only trying to be a good friend, and I appreciate it.  But I’ve just had the shittiest day of my life.  Right now, I just want to go to detention, get it over with, and go home.”

“Well promise me you’ll be in a better mood before the dance,” Damian stated. “We need to get a date for the dance”

“Whatever.  I doubt if I can get a date after all of what happened today.”

“Don’t worry, only ¼ of the school knows what happened.  Just look for a girl not in our lunch period.”

Rocco quickly looked at the clock.  “Shit!  I’m going to be late.  That’s the last thing I need; an extended detention”  Damian got an idea.  He put his hand out and smiled.  “Need a speed up?  Grab on!”  Rocco looked at his hand and nervously grabbed on.  The second he gripped Damian, the chameleon took off at 700 mph.  

They arrived in the detention room where the teacher that gave Rocco detention waited.  All of the students in the room looked up.

“…… You’re just on time.” said the teacher startled.

“Hey Mr. Ass,” joked Damian.  The whole room started to snicker.

The teacher frowned.  “It’s BASS you smart-alec.”

“That’s what I said.” Damian turned and winked.  “Well I’m off.  See ya Bad-Bass.”  Before Mr. Bass could say anything, Damian took off.  Mr. Bass growled.  “I’ll be back.  I’ve got to take care of this guy.”  He took off after Damian.  The whole room started to laugh and joke that it would take years before he could catch the chameleon.  Rocco just took a seat.

“Hey!” one of the students shouted, pointing at Rocco.  “It’s the dude that grabbed Heaton’s boobs!”  Now the laughter turned to Rocco.  Rocco scowled and turned away.  But a group of students came up to him.

“Bet you loved how they felt huh?” teased one of them.  “You’ve got some cojones to do that,” remarked another.  “Did you get to reach for anything else?” questioned another.  Rocco was now getting annoyed.  “Look, right now I don’t want any trouble.  Just leave me alone.”  “What for?  To fantasize about Heaton?” joked a student.  “Or perhaps practice making your hero speech for your make believe fans.”

Rocco now couldn’t contain himself.  He started to hit the one that made the last remark.  It turned into an all-out brawl against the other students.  Suddenly, a janitor came in.  He was a fox, of about 60 years of age.  “HEY, HEY!” he started to shout.  “Break it up.”  He took a mop and broke up the fight.  One of the large students came close.  “Yo, butt off old man!”  He tried to push him away, but the fox used his tail to trip him and then hit him with the mop.  “I’m not that old,” he said.  All the students went away, except for Rocco.  He noticed something about the fox.  He didn’t have just one tail; he had two!  “Is there a problem?” the janitor asked.

“No.  No problem aside being here.” Rocco answered.  He went toward the window.

The janitor approached him again.  “You don’t look like a guy who would get in trouble.  What happened?”

Rocco looked back at the janitor.  He didn’t want to talk to anyone, but the janitor seemed like a nice guy.  “A misunderstanding,” he answered.  “Something purely accidental.”

The janitor nodded.  “Yeah, I think I heard.  The whole thing regarding the principal’s daughter falling and getting her breast grabbed by a guy who only tried to save her.”

“Look man I…” Rocco started, but then realized what he said at the end.  “….. Wait, did you just say that I saved her?”

“Of course.  I saw what happened.  I’d say it was very ungrateful of her part to not thank you and then accuse you of grabbing her.  She was falling face first and you happened to grab her chest when you lunged for her.”

Rocco suddenly felt better.  “Finally someone gets it.  I sure hope more people get that I was a hero at that moment, not a pervert.”

The janitor laughed.  “Ah, a hero.  It’s been a while since anyone could be a hero.  Ever since Eggman was defeated, it would seem that no one needs a hero.”

“Tell me about it,” remarked Rocco.  “But it’s what I’ve dreamed about since I was little.  I just want my big chance to prove to people what I can do.”

“You can be sure of that,” the janitor said, smiling.  “If I know one thing, it’s that peace doesn’t last forever.  Sonic said himself that the world would be boring if it didn’t go into peril every now and then.”

Rocco jumped upon hearing what he said.  “You knew Sonic?!”

“Ah yes,” the janitor sighed.  “That was a long time ago.  A story for another day I suppose.  But one thing that I learned from him, is that danger will always come back sooner or later, and the world will need a new genesis for heroes.”

“Genesis?” Rocco questioned.  “I think I’ve heard that word before.  Just not sure where.”

“A new beginning in other words,” the janitor replied.  “And hopefully for you, you’ll be there to take part of it all.”

“I sure hope so.”

“Well,” the janitor looked at his watch.  “I must be heading off.  I’ve got work to do.”

“Yeah,” Rocco said.  “Thanks for the talk Mr.…..” he looked at the name tag.  It read Prower. “….Prower.”

The janitor smiled.  “Anytime kid.”  With that said, he left.

Rocco started to think about the old man.  He seemed familiar.  But at that point, Mr. Bass came back in.

“Well I hope you all weren’t into any mischief,” growled the grouchy teacher.
Rocco was now in a good mood.  “Catch the chameleon Bass?  Or did he leave you sitting on your 'Bass'” He teased.   An uproar of laughter started and Mr. Bass simply scowled.  

The rest of the day went by fast for Rocco.  He got home and found his red katana.  He held it in his hand and decided to practice.  He wanted to be ready for the new genesis.