Summers Daze
By Princess Alexandria
Chapter 24
Dayz felt fear for a moment when she looked up from her book to see a woman staring at her with cold eyes. The lavender hair gave her a hint as to who this might be. The tense pose gave Dayz a hint that she might want to start running now. Dayz looked past the woman to see a slightly smirking Emma Frost. "Dayz, this is Betsy." Emma introduced the woman. "Betsy, this is Dayz." Emma turned and left, closing the door behind her and leaving Dayz alone with the woman.
"Hi." Dayz smiled at the woman who wasn't smiling back. "So, is," Her eyes took in how Betsy walked toward her. "all your hair lavender?"
"You'll never know. But we're about to find out if you're a natural brunette." Betsy spoke with an English accent, just as chilly as her homeland in Winter.
Dayz took a step back. "That sounds naughty and fun." She said, but really it didn't sound all that fun. Not as fun as if it had been one of the other women she'd been teasing.
"I don't lend out my clothes, and never my uniform." Betsy came closer and Dayz glanced at the window, considering running. "Strip, or did you mean it when you said you wanted me to do that to you?"
"You heard about that huh?" Dayz grinned a little nervously.
"Ororo may have filled me in." Betsy stopped walking right in front of Dayz, while Dayz considered who the traitor was. "Hank told me that you were probably serious." Betsy's voice got softer. "He also assured me that you wouldn't mind walking back to your room naked."
Dayz promised herself she'd get revenge after the shock of Hank setting her up faded. Dayz looked past Betsy, "What is it Scott?" She asked and when Betsy turned to look behind her Dayz ran for the other door.
"Cute trick." Betsy spoke and Dayz never did make it to the door.
Chapter 25
Ororo leaned against the wall, listening to a battle. "I think that was the couch." She spoke quietly and glanced at the blonde next to her.
Another crash sounded. "I never did like that lamp anyhow." Emma muttered after that sound registered. A louder crash seemed to shake the walls. "Looks like the powers are out." Emma added and Ororo nodded, wondering how big a mess she'd find in there. Perhaps they should have considered that before pointing Betsy at Dayz.
"There are three classrooms and the lockers between here and the stairs." Ororo pointed out and watched Emma smirk. "Are we really going to make her walk that naked?"
"I can keep the students away." Emma answered with a wicked smile. "And I believe Scott and the others aren't too far off. Would you like me to call them?"
"No, no," Ororo shook her head and crossed her arms in front of her. "This is a lesson, not a chance to completely humiliate her."
"Hank did say he didn't think she'd mind." Emma pointed out their missing partner's comment. "She's not very modest."
Ororo's eyes narrowed as she looked at the White Queen. "Must be something in that Hellfire water." Her eyes stared coldly at Emma's own revealing outfit. Ororo wasn't going to let this get out of hand. There was just something about Dayz, as annoying as she was, that called for protection.
A louder than normal crash hit the door and Ororo returned to staring at it. Jean wouldn't approve of this, but Dayz was getting a little too wild. Emma had been properly upset to hear about what the woman did in front of the children. Ororo only agreed to help to keep it from becoming bloody.
Another crash and then things went a bit quiet. They waited in tense silence for minutes until the door was jerked opened and Betsy walked out carrying a pile of lavender cloth. Betsy nodded to Ororo and kept walking.
Ororo waited a little longer before moving to the opened door to see the damage. Furniture was littering the ground, and a large bookshelf had fallen over. Ororo looked around for Dayz, knowing that Betsy promised to not really hurt her, but was a little concerned when she didn't see the woman right away anyhow.
"That was not nearly as fun as I thought it would be." A voice near the bookshelf drew Ororo's attention to it. She also noticed that Emma was stepping into the room as well. "Remind me to get even with you later." Dayz stepped out from behind the bookshelf and Ororo had to look a little harder, trying to figure out what kind of weird dress Dayz was wearing. "You like?" Dayz used a hand to point out the dress. "The finest in library wear. I hope Emma wasn't too attached to her books." Dayz stepped closer and Ororo noticed a dangerous glint to the woman's eyes. She looked down and noticed that the dress was paper, with writing, and one title page proclaimed it Telepathy and Dreams by Emma Frost. Dayz used her telekinetics to hold it in place as she walked past Emma and out the door, her head held high.
"Looks like there is more than a little Hellfire in her as well." Emma spoke and it sounded a little like respect.
Chapter 26
Dayz stared unblinkingly at the TV screen as she guided Mario through the pipes. This game was so incredibly old, but Dayz didn't like Quake or any of the more violent ones, so it was all they had. What kind of a school promotes violence in every form, she thought with some sarcasm as her Mario caught a mushroom.
Betsy held her down and took her clothes, Dayz thought and her jaw clenched. She hated that, hated losing, and really hated that she could have won, but she doesn't use her powers like that. Damn, that woman managed to bring Dayz down, and Dayz hated that she wasn't able to just shake it off.
Dayz really was a pacifist. She didn't believe violence solved anything. No one ever understood that, and seeing how even the video games in this place demanded people be violent she could see why the people she'd known couldn't understand that even with all her power, Dayz did not fight.
It wasn't always easy being the only pacifist Xman. Even the priest fought.
Footsteps came into the room and the even drum like quality of the steps told her it was Hellfire in the house. "I need a Luigi." Dayz spoke without even turning to see who it was. She could feel the couch she was leaning against move a little as a woman took the seat. "Luigi, take up Luigi." She spoke as she moved the controller by her side out a bit in invitation.
"You don't want me to play." Sage spoke softly.
"Yes I do." Dayz looked up when she'd gotten Mario to a safe place and smiled. "Play with me."
"I'm a cyberpath." Sage spoke as she leaned down to take the controller. Dayz felt a little better as the woman did it. Someone was actually going to play with her.
"Well, you'll be on my team. It's not like I'm playing against you." Dayz turned back to the screen, still not knowing what that meant or what Sage's mutation was, but it affected video games. "I just want to get the big bad guy." Part of her mind was trapped on the word cyberpath. In all her work with mutants, Dayz never heard that word before. Unique was interesting.
Luigi joined, a tiny little Luigi, but the way he moved across the screen so quickly and with decisiveness, he got a mushroom quickly. "Ever think the people that made this up were on drugs? I mean really, a magic mushroom." Dayz spoke as she jumped a bad guy. "And where is the realism? My plumber's butt crack isn't showing."
"I heard you had a run in with Betsy." Sage spoke and Dayz sighed heavily, before moving Mario around Luigi to smash a bad guy.
"Did you notice that this is a sexist game?" Dayz continued on with her observations. "Women can be plumbers too. You don't need your own pipe to lay pipe."
"There isn't a single book left in the library by Emma Frost."
Dayz watched as Luigi moved to kick some serious ass, and let Sage work it alone. "Are you sure? I thought that book on Brothels I found hidden on the top shelf might have been hers."
"That book should not have been part of the library." Sage said as they moved their characters on. "One of the children has been adding again."
"You mean Emma doesn't work at a brothel?" Dayz almost missed her jump and made sure to refocus on the game. "I guess she was a streetwalker then."
"You do realize that one of the requirements for being Hellfire royalty is a considerable amount of money." Sage spoke, but Dayz thought there might have been a little amusement in her voice.
"I didn't say she wasn't a hard worker, just that she did it on her back." Mario jumped over Luigi to get to squash someone, because Luigi got them all if he was first. "Unless she's riding the stallion."
"I would really prefer not to visualize these things." Sage said and then Luigi took off like a bat out of hell, squashing before Dayz could get Mario in on it.
"I don't know, she isn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination." Dayz grinned a little at finding a weak point in Sage. "I bet she likes to be on top usually, riding them hard. Emma probably has to use lots of lube to get them into her tight ass, but her breasts probably bob very nicely as she moves up and down."
There was silence for a moment before Sage spoke. "Do you feel better now?" There was no hint that Dayz had actually managed to embarrass the woman, so Dayz turned to look up at Sage. There was a tiny hint of a smile.
"You pretended for me. How sweet." Dayz smiled, but felt a little disappointed that she hadn't really found a weak spot. "This doesn't get you out of the video game. I wanna win." Dayz turned back to the game. They played in companionable silence for a while. "I like you." Dayz said quietly as they got closer to the bad guy. Sage didn't say anything back, but Luigi did move forward to kick bad guy butt, saving Mario from a bad move.
Chapter 27
"I'm not hungry." Dayz told Sage when the woman left for dinner, and continued to play for a while. She could hear another set of Hellfire steps go past the private teachers living room and waited just a little longer, before a wicked smile crossed her lips. "for anything but revenge." She whispered as she shut the game down and stood up, stretching a little to work on the kinks of sitting on the floor for so long.
In ten minutes Dayz was standing in the middle of a rather elegantly decorated bedroom with a determined expression on her face. Emma would remember this one.
Of course come morning it would be rather obvious who had done it, but that was the cost of being Dayz and she was used to getting caught easily. She'd get Hank and Ororo later, but blonde needed a spanking now.
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It was a few hours later when Dayz was hungry enough to walk down to the kitchens for a snack. "Hey Pretty Lady." Dayz spoke quietly when she noticed Jean sitting at the kitchen table looking a little disconnected. Dayz smiled, but she felt a little concerned. "Did you hear I'm dying my hair, because that's not true. It's just darker down there." Jean smiled a little and pushed the ice cream container out a little further from her in the universal kitchen language of sharing.
"Grab a spoon." Jean told her and Dayz did while glancing at the type of ice cream. Not her favorite, but not bad. "I heard. I also heard that Emma's books are missing."
"I believe in a green earth. I'm gonna use them as toilet paper and save a tree from her overimportant and poorly researched work." Dayz said as she smiled. She'd looked at a book or two and was thinking calling it a cookbook for telepathy was generous. "One person's experience, no matter how varied, is not enough for a theory. She overgeneralizes, the academics would eat her alive."
Jean looked a little surprised for a moment. "It's easy to forget you're educated. So you're saying Emma's books were no good? She's talked us into using one as a textbook."
"I'd supplement it with something else. Perhaps a pair of scissors." Dayz smiled as she dug her spoon into the container. "Research has shown a few of her ideas were a bit off, but I guess I can't blame her too much, she doesn't have peers to keep her in line like the rest of us did. You should have heard the response to my dissertation, I was cooked alive by all the flames." Dayz remembered that hell, but she'd risen above it all and her work had gained more notoriety than that professor's ever did. The best revenge is living better.
"It sounds like things were better, if people could openly study mutation in college." Jean spoke, but it sounded a bit like a question.
"Yeah, we had it okay. Snowballs was always telling me I had it good." Dayz went quiet for a moment and took another bite of ice cream. "College was strange for me. I was younger, a lot younger." Dayz admitted, knowing that this would most likely end up in her still as of yet incomplete file. "After I got the vocab down, well, things went pretty fast for me. Momma did what she could to slow it down, to give me time to play, but can you imagine reading a third grade book as a textbook now, with your college level skills?" Dayz shook her head and smiled just a little. "I was ready to start college at twelve."
"That must have been hard." Jean spoke softly and Dayz looked up at the different response. Most people were impressed, but few understood what a complete outsider that made her.
"Nah, I just had to go into class and kick a few butts the first few days with some really smart things to say and I was okay. I had to prove I belonged, all the time, but the look on the other students and the teachers face was worth it."
"This is the most I've heard about your past in a single conversation." Jean spoke and Dayz thought about that a moment.
"Well, you did offer me ice cream, I figured you were picking me up. I'm all for that." Dayz batted her eyes flirtatiously. "Some people use alcohol, but ice cream really works much better on me. I'll be your sex slave for ice cream. I'll even let you eat it off it me. Do we have whipped cream?" Dayz started to get up and head for the fridge. "Oh, or chocolate sauce, sticky but delicious."
"I thought you didn't do family." Jean spoke up and there was a hint of amusement in her voice.
Dayz turned to stare into Jean's eyes, her own voice hitting her sex kitten tone. "Well, that was when I didn't have any other than momma." Her eyebrows wiggled. "Pretty lady, you are just the type of family worth climbing that tree for."
"You want to go shopping tomorrow?" Jean asked after a moment, ignoring the last comment.
"Sure, I could use getting out of the mansion." Dayz grinned as she imagined how Emma would be hunting her down. "How about we leave early?"
Jean stared at her and tilted her head a little. "What have you done?" Dayz moved back to the chair she'd been in. "You're willing to wake up in the morning to get out of here, so what have you done?"
"Let's just say I didn't appreciate Emma locking me in with Betsy, and that Emma will think twice before pulling that on me again."
"Emma's not a good person to get into a grudge match against." Jean warned her and Dayz just grinned evilly.
As they cleaned up the evidence of the ice cream raid Dayz moved a little closer to Jean, who was working on the spoons. "Why are you down here all by yourself so late?" She asked finally and Jean sighed.
"Scott went out for a drink and isn't home yet." Jean's answer made Dayz' jaw clench. She sounded like she was already making excuses for him in her mind. Dayz didn't like that, it hinted to a regular problem and it started her mind working on something devious.
Chapter 28
Scott yawned as he climbed the stairs to his room, and started to try and move more quietly as he got closer so as not to wake Jean. He just needed some time to think, he wasn't really sure what he wanted.
"Oh Yeah." A breathless voice coming from his room made him freeze and stare in shock. "Oh god Jean, Jean, yeah, yeah." Dayz' breathless voice started to get louder and Scott's face started to redden with anger. He grabbed the handle of the door and swung it opened.
In spite of the sounds he'd heard, he stared in shock at his bed and Dayz' back facing him, kneeling over someone. "Jean." Dayz identified the body.
"What the Hell!" Scott yelled out and Day turned to grin at him, unconcerned about how little her bra covered. He looked down and noticed no one else was in his bed. The shape of a body had deflated, making it clear it had been a telekinetic trick.
"Think about this next time you're out late." Dayz spoke, but her eyes were cold over her normal smile. "She's in the bathroom, trying to save my favorite tshirt from a chocolate stain."
"That was different." Jean spoke up from the bathroom doorway. Scott turned to see his wife staring at him, before tossing the shirt to Dayz. "See you tomorrow lover." Jean spoke to Dayz and it made Scott flinch. He had to move to the side to let Dayz leave. "So, you're back." Jean just stared at him and turned to head back into the bathroom. "I wonder if I should take her up on the offer she keeps giving. She at least stays around at night."
"Jean, that's disgusting." Scott called out to her as the bathroom door closed. He felt a headache starting.
That moment when he'd thought Jean was with Dayz had been horrifying, and it just made him worry about that woman even more. It was a trick this time, and an empty threat, but did Scott really want to risk it being real?
Maybe he would avoid drinking so late.
