When He Wears My Color

By: Ally-Kamiya

Author's Notes: You asked for it, so here it comes. The sequel to "When She Wears My Color". This will stay in the same order, first chapter POV of the victim, second chapter POV of the flirtee.

Rating: Somehow still staying at PG-13, despite the fact that Kimberly is pretty swear-heavy.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Or else you would see that the PR characters still change clothes instead of wearing the same outfit each day.
Summary: Tommy gets his revenge. First chap – Kim's POV. (Sequel to "When She Wears My Color, recommended read before this)

Timeline: Ninja saga, a week after "When She Wears My Color".

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Last time when I took a test in Mrs. Applebee's, I took Billy's advice. And I still got the erased answer correct. So this time I took Rocky's advice, and didn't even look at it after I finished the last question. I hopped to my feet, went to her desk, and set my test down on top of Billy's.

That was a good ten minutes ago, and I'm bored.

With not much else to do, I let my mind wander back to its favorite subject – Tommy. I wonder if he's recovered from his birthday party yet. It was Saturday night, but he seemed a little sluggish yesterday when we had to fight another of Zedd's monsters…I told him not to get into a chugging contest with Rocky, but no, he had to prove himself.

Speaking, er, thinking, of Tommy, he just got up and turned his test in. That usually means prime flirting time is about to begin, just as it did last week. Weird how Mrs. Applebee never notices these types of things…

I watch my boyfriend out of the corner of my eye as he sits back down in his seat, and he puts his head down in his arms…Shucks, maybe there won't be flirting today. But then the hem of his white muscle shirt raises a little, and my eyes widen.

Tommy Oliver is wearing the pink boxers I got him (The thong idea was dropped…I can barely wear one of those pains in the asses. Literally).

Holy Power, I am so toast today…

All I can find myself able to do is stare with wide eyes at the pink. Now I understand why Tommy stares at me so much when I wear white, and the look in his eyes. The feeling that goes through me…I can't explain it. But it's like this sudden possessive rush of need and want and oh I need to stop having these thoughts during class. Stop brain, stop!
He shifts a bit more, and I can see pink on his undershirt. It's a weird pink, like he probably mixed one of Rocky's shirts with his in the wash for this…But still, pink. Pink pink pink. He should really never wear pink. He's going to drive me insane or make me do something right in the middle of class and in front of people and he's such a bastard.

Yes I can see you smirking at me under your arm, bastard. Yes, I can read the look of smugness in your eyes, bastard. Yes, I know this is payback, bastard. Yes, I know you're saying I-love-you with your eyes, bastard. Bastard bastard bastard. A bastard that I love back, but hey…Still a bastard!

Okay, maybe it's because this is the first time I've experienced him wearing pink and these emotions, but I need out of this room. And water, water is good…

So I get up, ignoring the look on Tommy's face which varies between smugness and a little touch of concern. Going up to Mrs. Applebee's, I get permission to go to the restroom, and boy, am I out of there faster than you can say "Morphin'", ignoring my boyfriend's face all the way.

Hurrying to the bathroom, I splash water on my face for quite a bit before looking into the mirror. How can he stand being in the same room with me when I wear white? Maybe he's just gotten used to it…Thinking back to last week, though, he hasn't.

I take my time in here, doddling around as I have my thoughts. It serves him right if he begins to worry what's going on. Making a face at myself in the mirror, I take a paper towel and pat away the water. Steeling myself, I head back out the hall and into Mrs. Applebee's classroom.

Taking my seat, I look at Tommy, who, once he knows I'm alright, has begun smirking again. I can't say I hate him…Okay, I can, but I don't. This is his revenge, and I know it.

Ever notice that revenge is so much sweeter when you're acting the revenge?

Never wear pink again, Oliver, or there'll be no more fun for you…

Stop smirking!

Bastard.