A/N: The last chapter was a filler, yes.
That doesn't give you readers any right to not review.
Hmph. And I know that people have been reading. I know.
A Story About A Boy Who Just Want's To Be Accepted, His Best Friends, And A Stolen Dog.
Accept Me.
Chapter Eight
04/04/13 (April 4th, 2013)
"Hey how's it- oh my god, you look terrible!" Wendy exclaims when she catches up to me as I walk -formerly alone- to school. Armin left about an hour before me for something concerning the robotics club he wants to join, so I have to deal with the redhead on my own.
Not that that's bad. But this is the girl who has a history of throwing tuna sandwiches at me.
I frown, "Is it really that noticeable?"
Wendy nods, "What'd you do, whack yourself repeatedly with a frying pan?" she asks, her green eyes wide, "Your whole cheek is swollen, Alex... and purplish."
"Yeah, I'm aware."
I had to pry myself away from the mirror this morning because I couldn't stop staring. I'd been hoping, however, that it was just the lighting in my room.
Apparently not.
Wendy puts her hand on my shoulder and gives me a sympathetic stare, "I can ask Capucine for some cover-up if you don't want your ugly to outshine Amber's."
I glance at her, "My ugly?" I repeat. Way to go self esteem.
"Well you're obviously not handsome at the moment, now are you?" Wendy challenges, raising an eyebrow.
She's right.
"No." I say, defeated. Definitely not handsome. I'm like the Beast... minus all the fur and fangs and stuff.
"So do you want some concealer?" Wendy asks, looking impatient.
"I don't wear makeup."
Freckleface smirks and shakes her head, "Says the boy with blue hair, pink contacts, and neon clothing."
I glance down at my orange jacket, bright smiley face tye, and even brighter sneakers. In my opinion, my outfit looks great. Much better than the old school uniform, anyway -which may have lacked many things, but the colour was the most absent.
Now it's orange, yellow, and purple! It's like... a colour party for my clothes!
"Are you jealous?" I ask, nudging her arm, "I have to admit, this new style makes me look way better than you, Wendy Darling."
Expecting the girl to laugh at the Peter Pan joke, I was obviously surprised when I received no reaction to my comment.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her staring at me like I have two heads.
Hello, self consciousness.
"What?" I ask, finding myself pouting.
Wendy blinks and shrugs, "Nothing. It's just... you've changed a lot since elementary school."
Oh. Is that it? I was expecting something along the lines of... I don't know, something different. Like, maybe I had a huge bug on my head, or a giant spider was trying to eat my ear. Oh! Or maybe my hair suddenly turned green or white.
Eh. 'Different' is okay, I guess.
I smile, "I'll take that was a compliment?"
Wendy keeps staring at me for a few more seconds and then looks away, "Take it as you will."
I pout, take it as you will? What the heck does that mean?
If anything, I think I've improved a lot since elementary school. I'm... better. Plus, my fashion sense has definitely become less tacky.
Hmph, take it as you will. She doesn't know what she's talking about.
I think I'm pretty awesome, Wendy Darling.
Math class. Room C011. Shared with the Frenchies but thankfully the two classes take place at different times.
Hello again, enemy.
"Are you going to keep up that staring contest with the door or are you going to behave normally?" A tall brunette girl with sharp green eyes asks as she walks up beside me.
I glance at her unimpressed face.
"Just having a quick showdown." I reply, "This big idiot needs to be put in his place."
The brunette raises an eyebrow, "The door, you mean?"
I nod, "Oh yeah. You wouldn't believe the words coming out his mouth. Thinks he's all tough!"
"Freak."
"I try my best."
"You're Alexander Reid, right?" The brunette asks, folding her arms, "I swear with a name like that and a change of clothes you'd fit in perfectly with Rosalaya and Lysander..."
I smile at her, "Havn't the slighest clue who they are, but you can call me Alexy."
The brunette nods slowly, "I knew you looked familiar. I'm Charlotte."
My jaw drops. Not literally, but I'm pretty sure my feelings are clearly shown on my face at the moment.
She's the girl Armin won't shut up about? But she's... she's pretty! How'd he get her to talk to him?
Charlotte smirks, "What? Do I surprise you?"
I shake my head, "No, it's just-" My brother probably has a crush on you. Stop lending him your phone. Was what I wanted to say, but my words were cut off by the evil blonde known as Amber.
If she were a character in Pretty Little Liars, she'd totally be dead.
"Don't talk to the likes of this pig!" Amber snaps, pulling Charlotte away. Her pale blue eyes look at me for no more than a second before she wrinkles her face in disgust, "Honest to God, hon, stop associating yourself with the lower class!"
I feel like I should be offended, but instead I'm leaning towards being amused.
Charlotte rolls her eyes, "Oh come on, Amber. You don't really care if-"
"Of course I care, hon! My friends can't hang out with my not-friends, it's in the book!" Amber squeals, eying my like I'm some sort of human-mutant hybrid.
The book?
What book?
I'd very much like to read this 'book'.
Charlotte pushes Amber away, "Stop fussing." she says flatly, glancing over at the clock hanging on the wall, "We have to get to class."
Amber blinks and looks over at the clock as well.
"Oh, well then." The blonde adjusts her hair and glares at me, "Have a terrible day, Reid." she snarls, already strutting away.
Charlotte's shoulders sag and follows the life size Barbie up the stairs.
Huh. Well that was a strange encounter.
The bell rings only a few seconds after and I'm forced to enter the room of bad grades and calculators.
Ah, math. How I resent thee.
". . . and then Castiel was all like, you have such a flat chest, and reasonably I was like, why're you looking there? and then he- oh, hey Alexy!" Iris says, dropping her story mid-sentence as I walk by.
She's chatting with a green haired boy and a girl wearing a blue shirt, two people who I don't know the names of, and is grinning at me like I've been gone for a hundred years.
"Wanna have lunch with us in the theatre?"
Still pretty bummed out about the 'please visit after school' notes I received in both math and science, I nod.
"Yeah, sure. Why not?"
The girl in the blue shirt smiles politely and introduces her self as Melody, the green haired boy as Jade.
They seem nice enough.
We make our way through the school pretty easily, Iris is continuing her Castiel story to Melody and I'm trying to make chitchat with Jade.
"So, uh, green hair. Wow."
"Hm, blue hair. Wow."
I frown. Touche, green man. Touche.
"Do you like plants?" I ask, assuming from the gardening gloves and muddy boots that he does.
If this turns out like Violette not liking flowers, then-
"Actually yes. I'm in the schools gardening club, you looking to join?" Jade asks, sounding pretty hopeful while thinking I'm a potential member for the boring activity.
Oooh, plants. Exciting.
"Not really."
"Oh."
"Sorry."
"..."
Conversation: Failed.
"Here we are!" Iris announces, swinging the theatre door open, "Say, Melody, do you still have the key to the costume closet?"
Melody blinks and pulls out a set of silver keys, "Right here, why?"
A wide grin spreads across Iris's face, "I have an idea."
I don't think I'm going to like this idea.
I always knew I was destined to be an evil villain.
"BAHAHAHAHA! Fear me!" I shout, raising my plastic royal staff up in the air. I'm pretty sure it's a prop for the Queen of Hearts costume Iris is marching around in, but at the moment it's part of my evil werewolf king act.
Up to date, I've destroyed three imaginary cities and am trying to take over the Flower Kingdom.
Man, am I good at this evil thing or what?
"Off with his head!" Iris orders, pointing a finger at me, "Quick, servant, kill him!"
Jade, who chose a rose costume, doesn't look very threatening as he comes to the queens rescue with a dollar store sword in his hands.
"Go home, villain. You are not wanted here." The rose boy says in a monotone-like voice. Somebody needs to get this guy in the drama department.
"You cannot defeat me, puny plants! I am the werewolf king!" I shout, earning a few claps from the small audience that decided to check out what the heck was going on.
"Return to Wolf Country and your life will be spared!" Iris says moments before the cut out picture of a daisy falls off her crown.
"Your powers are weakening!" I laugh, kicking aside a plastic chair, "Flower Country shall be mine!"
"Never." Jade says, "You have to kill me and the queen before you can take over."
I narrow my eyes and look around for Melody. She was supposed to be on my team, but I honestly have no clue where she ran off to.
I can't win on a one person team!
Just as I'm about to say something, the girl in question jumps out onto the stage dressed in a pink fairy costume, waving a tiny yellow wand.
"Let there be peace between the two sides!" She says, prancing over to us, "Your rivalry has gone on long enough!"
Iris folds her arms, "No way! The Werewolf King trampled all over my lovely patch of roses! My servant here is the only living rose left!"
Jade did his best to look sad.
I look away and stick my nose in the air, "And the Queen of Flowers planted marigolds in front of my castle when she knew I didn't want them there!"
"You did to! You placed an order specifically for marigolds!"
"I asked for lilies!"
"Liar!"
"Oh no. Don't fight." Jade says, putting his hands in the air, "The Fairy is right, we need to make peace."
Melody threw her tiny yellow want at my head. It bounced off my wolf mask and echoed on the floor.
Right as it began rolling in circles, the door to the theatre opened with a bang and a very angry looking Mrs. Shermansky stood glaring at us.
I glance at Iris.
She looks at Jade.
Jade peaks over at Melody.
"I-uh, I suppose I should have warned that the stage and costumes were off limits..."
