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Iris's POV
After leaving the lunchroom, with my stomach full of salad, and my hair full of Axew, I make my way to my next class- English, with the hottest guy ever in the school- Cilan. I can just imagine the green hair placed on his head that makes it look like a stem of a carrot. His words of enthusiasm and encouragement brighten my mind. His clothes so cutely, wrapped around his body and in the middle of it all, the biggest green bowtie you could ever lay your eyes upon. But it's what makes him, him.
Axew pops his green head out of my hair and looks at me with a smile. "Axew!" It exclaims, making me grin with happiness.
I turn a small corner, as I head for a door perched in the center of a narrow hallway. I open the door, to see desks lined in rows, facing the white board. The teacher is sitting in her desk, typing things on the lap top in front of her. Two teens are already in their desks, while the other students are probably still at their lockers or socializing for the last five minutes before class starts. The two teens are my crush, Cilan, and his boring girlfriend, Burgundy.
But something wasn't right. Usually when she was around Cilan, Burgundy had a smile from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling like a child's on Christmas day, but now her expression showed a combination of sadness and hatred. Tears were promising their way out of the corners of her eyes, as Cilan continued to talk to her in a serious tone.
"It's not that I don't like you. I just think that this relationship went too quickly. Okay?" Cilan asked, as he gently, laid a hand on Burgundy's left shoulder.
Burgundy shrugged it off with anger, as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Oh, save it, Cilan! I don't need you anyways! If you want to break up? Fine! But I promise you, I'll get my revenge one day! The next girl you date will have a surprise waiting for her! Just you wait!" Then she stood up from the desk, grabbed her bag, and stormed out of the room.
Cilan watched the door, as he sighed, and face planted on the desk. But the sigh sounded like it had a hint of happiness. Why?
I slowly take my seat beside Cilan, as some students start to walk in with books in their hands, and packs on their backs. "Cilan? Are you okay?"
Cilan jumps at the sound of my voice, his breathing a little faster than before. But then his eyes soften as they lay upon my brown ones. "Oh, hi, Iris." He says with a smile.
"Hi? What happened?" I ask, as Axew jumps out of my hair and onto my desk.
He looks confused. "What do you mean?"
I gesture toward the door. "I mean 'with Burgundy'. What happened? You guys seemed so happy."
Cilan's eyebrows knit together, nervously, as he looks down at the surface of his desk. "Oh, that. Well, to tell you the truth, we weren't that happy. At least, I wasn't."
"What? What did you do?"
Cilan's nervous frown turns into a proud grin, as he says, "I broke up with Burgundy. And I've never felt better."
My heart opened up with hope and happiness after hearing that. Cilan was now girlfriend-free. "Oh, really? That's too bad. I'm sorry." I say, as I put on a fake frown of sadness.
Cilan raises a hand, and replies, "Don't be. I'm glad I broke up with her. She's been too controlling of me. If I looked at a different girl other than her, she'd slap me across the face, telling me how I should be watching her and not the other woman."
Wow. I knew Burgundy was crazy, but not that crazy. "Oh, geez."
Cilan smiles, and lets out a light chuckle. "Yeah. Talk about loony in the head." That makes me let out a giggle as well.
Suddenly, the bell rings overhead, as I turn my head to realize that students have piled in while Cilan and I were talking. Even Burgundy came back to class, but still looked really pissed at Cilan from the other side of the room, away from him. I guess, even though they were through, Burgundy still didn't like it when Cilan looked at other girls, one including me. What a kid.
After the ringing of the bell, a student with light red hair, slyly, makes her way into the room, with a menacing grin between her cheeks. Her blue eyes shimmer with intimidation, as her hands rest at her hips. The top of her head is covered with a fat, yellow hat that glistens when the light touches it.
The girl sits next to me with the same smug look on her face. Maybe I should be nice to her? I mean, after all, I might earn a new friend. I look toward the girl, and waves. "Hi. What's your name?"
The girl lets out a humph, before saying, "Georgia. Who wants to know?"
That takes me a step back in the conversation. Rude, much? Maybe her attitude would go down if I got to know her a little better? I scratch off the remark, as I say, "Iris. My name's Iris, and this is Axew, my Pokémon."
"Axew!" Axew exclaims from the top of my desk.
Georgia smirks, as says, "A dragon-type Pokémon, huh? Why would you want to choose that type?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, as Georgia looks at me, straight in the eye.
"Because I'm a dragon buster. And you know what I do? I bust dragon-type Pokémon!" Georgia exclaims, with triumph seeping through every pore.
"Oh, really? Well, I think dragon-types are the best." I say, as I give Axew a hug.
"Loser." Georgia mutters under her breath, as she crosses her arms over her buttoned chest. My teeth clench together, releasing a low growl.
"Who are you calling a loser?" I ask, as I can feel my power surging through my veins, tempting me to turn into a Dragonite and burn her to a crisp.
"You! Besides, what's most pathetic is that you can't even handle the cold." Georgia snorts, as a laugh is released from her mouth that's formed in an invidious smile.
"Jerk!" I yell back.
"Pain!"
"Witch!"
"Wimp!"
"Diva!"
"Kid!"
That did it good. I could sense my irises turning a light shade of blue, as I felt a pair of orange, leathery wings sprout from my spinal cord. I could feel the back of my head stretch in two different directions, as it developed horns. My perfect white teeth turned into razor-sharp fangs, while my butt grew a long tail with flickering fire at the tip of it. My neck stretched up like a Girafarig, as my body got a little taller and wider. Before I knew it, I had transformed into a Charizard.
Smoke flared out of my nostrils, as I screamed, "No one ever calls me a kid!" Suddenly, without thinking, a blast of fire is sent hurdling toward Georgia.
Georgia smiles, as she quickly dodges it, letting the desk she just sat in, catch on fire. Instead, her eyes glow a faint color, a mixture of blue and white, like the frosty color of snow on a cold, winter's day. Her hands glow white, as ice shards form out of nowhere and fly toward me.
I quickly melt them with a Flamethrower, as more ice shards come my way. I flap my wings, horrendously, as the ice shards turn around and head toward Georgia, spearing her. She winces, but still smiles, as she stands up and twirls around, a blizzard forming around her body, making it look more like a white tornado. Georgia stops in place, as she thrusts her hands towards me, making the blizzard hit me with all its coldness.
I step back a few feet, as I try to gain my footing and concentration. When I look up, Georgia is gone. She's not standing in front of me, taunting me at how weak I am from getting hit by a little snow. Why?
Suddenly, I feel a painful stab in my back, as I turn around to see Georgia there, with a pile of ice shards, lying beside her feet, while holding one in her right hand, aiming for the right place to throw it at. I wiggle the ice shard from out of my back, and throw it on the ground, watching it break into a million pieces.
Before Georgia can make a move, I feel my throat start to burn with fire, as it erupts from my mouth, hitting Georgia square in the chest. She falls to the ground with a thud, her eyes tightly closed in pain. As if feeling my presence, she looks up, seeing me looming above her.
I feel a different wave of control wash over me, as I aim another Flamethrower at Georgia, making her gasp in fright. But before I can reload my fire, I feel different pairs of arms wrap around my body, like rope. I turn my head to see Cilans everywhere, as they chant, sternly, "Enough, Iris."
I breath, heavily, as I shrink back to normal size, with Axew, happily, jumping in my arms. I turn to Cilan, as I watch his copies jump into him, as if it were a soul entering its body. The thought makes me smile, as I now look at the original Cilan, the Cilan that took my breath away with his carrot-top hair and green bowtie.
My love trance is broken, as I hear the tapping of a heel. I look down seeing a foot, tapping on the ground, angrily. I look up the body to see that the foot is connected to my English teacher. Her eyes are blazed with fury, while her frown is formed in a straight line. She grabs something from out of her pocket, and hands it to me. And another one just like it to Georgia.
It was a piece of paper with wording on it. It had my name and my teacher's name, and it also said…that I have detention! What? "But, but-!" I stammer, looking toward the teacher.
The teacher shoves the palm of her hand in my face, as she says, "No buts. With all the damage you two caused, you both have detention, before and after school tomorrow. Agreed?"
"Yes, ma'am." Georgia and I say in unison, our heads tilted down, while our eyes are grazing at the floor. The teacher nods, before going back to her lap top.
Georgia turns to go back to a different seat, since I cooked her original one, but I quickly grab her wrist, stopping her. "What?" She spits out.
"This isn't over. There will be a round two." I threaten, pointing a finger at Georgia.
She smiles, and says, "I look forward to it." Then she snaps her wrist from out of my hand's grip, and walks to an empty desk, away from me.
Misty's POV
"So, how was your day?" I ask, as I walk between Iris and Dawn to the band room after school, with May on the other side of Dawn, and Azurill cradled in my arms.
Iris heaves out a sigh, before saying, "Pretty okay, except for the fact that I got detention, because of some bi-!"
"Iris!" Dawn yells with Piplup on her head.
"Sorry. I meant a sk-!"
"IRIS!" Dawn yells louder this time. "Language."
"Okay, okay. Fine. It was all because of this stupid girl named Georgia."
May looks at Iris with a sympathetic look. "Oh, I heard about her. And you're right, she is a bi-."
"Is everyone cussing today?" Dawn asks.
May sighs. "Sorry. But she is right. Georgia is a snob."
I look toward May. "Why's that?"
Iris turns her face towards me. "Because she's a dragon buster."
"A dragon buster?" I ask, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"Yeah. A person who busts dragon-types." Dawn says.
I shrug my shoulders. "Oh. Then I guess she does sound like a bi-."
"Am I gonna have to slap somebody?" Dawn asks, with anger rising in her voice, quickly making us back off with the 'b' word.
May points to a big double door room. "Here it is- the band room." May runs to the doors, with the rest of us running after her.
"Don't we need instruments to practice?" I ask.
"Yeah. But the school provides the instruments for us. I mean do you really expect that a student will shove a pair of drums into their suitcase just for one contest?" May exclaims.
"I guess not."
"Enough chit-chat. Let's go inside." Iris squeals, as she pushes the double doors open, revealing a giant room, with instruments and microphones scattered everywhere. There are posters on the walls with notes and quotes from different songs.
"I found a guitar." May says, as she grabs a red electric guitar from off its stand, and puts the strap attached to it around her.
"So did I." Dawn says, as she finds a purple electric guitar on the floor, and puts it on. Then she takes Piplup and sets it on the ground beside her.
"I found the drums." Iris says, as I turn to see her behind a pink drum set. Her eyes meet mine, as she smiles, and waves me off. "Well, Misty? We don't have all day, go get your microphone. We only have a few days to practice."
"Right." I say, as I put Azurill beside Piplup and now, Axew, who just recently jumped out of Iris's hair to be with its friends. I walk around the room, before finally finding a microphone on a stand. I grab the stand and set it on the ground in front of Iris, Dawn, and May.
"Okay, let's get started." Iris says, as she positions her drum sticks as a signal to start playing.
"Wait!" I say.
"What now?" Iris asks, with a tinge of annoyance.
"What song are we doing?" I ask.
Iris blinks, as she says, "Oh right. What song will we do?"
"I know. How about a song that'll get the men all worked up?" May suggests.
"What song would that be?" Dawn asks.
"I was thinking 'Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me' by Tata Young." May says.
Iris shrugs her shoulders. "That's actually not a bad song."
"Want to do it?" Dawn asks.
"Sure." Iris says, smiling. "Misty?"
"Fine with me." I say, nodding.
"Then let's go." Iris says. "You start Misty."
"Oh yeah." I position myself behind the microphone stand, as I take in a breath and start to sing.
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
Suddenly, Dawn, May, and Iris start to play the song, as if they wrote it themselves, amazing me, as I continue to sing.
When I'm out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am
Sexy, naughty, bitchy me
I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
In between lines, May and Dawn say 'Ah ah'.
I'm the kind that boys fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and daddy
Were afraid you'd turn up to be like
I may seem unapproachable
But that's only to the boys who
Don't have the right approach or ride that makes
A girl like me wanna hop in and roll
People think it's intimidating
When a girl is cool with her sexuality
I'm a 180 girl with a stereotype
Girls who like staying home and being innocent
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am
Sexy, naughty, bitchy me
For close to two hours, that's all we did. We replayed the song over and over again, until it seemed absolutely perfect, or at least until my throat gave out with all the lyrics pouring out of it. When we finally left the band room, my throat stung like a Beedrill, and Iris's, Dawn's, and May's hands were cramped from playing their instruments. We had fun practicing, but we were also just glad that it was all over for the day and headed back to our dorm to get ready for dinner, and then a nice sleep.
In the band room…
A closet door opens a little for a pair of eyes to look out of. "Are they gone?" One girl said.
"I believe so. Let's get out of here." The other said. The girl opened the closet door as three more teenagers followed her out- Jesse, Cassidy, Georgia, and Harley.
Jesse turned around to look at Georgia, and smiled. "I'm impressed. You did your job wonderfully."
Georgia laid her hands in front of her, and bowed. "Thank you, Jesse. I'm glad I served you well."
Harley's face steamed with anger. "But she didn't show Cilan's true power!"
"True, but at least she was able to get him to show off a little power, unlike what you did with Drew. All you did was scar him." Jesse snapped, making Harley pout in a dark corner of the room. Georgia smirked, proudly.
Cassidy tapped her manicured fingernails on a drum set, as she smiled, and said, "You know? That was a good song that they sung."
Jesse instantly caught Cassidy's drift, as she smirked, evilly, and replied, "Yes, yes it was."
What is going to happen? Find out in a few days when I get the next chapter done. ^^ Hope you liked it and please review!