Chapter 10: Shauntal (I Get Attacked by Elesa Fangirls)

After Touko and I went our separate ways, I hopped on Drifblim, and was ready to return to the hell-hole I called home, when a group of Pokemon Rangers approached me.

"Oh My Arceus! I that a piece of Elesa's exclusive jewelry collection! It's not even in stores yet. How did you get it?" One squeals.

"Uh, I know Elesa personally?" I say, it coming out more as a question versus an answer.

"You have to introduce me to her, we're all total fangirls here! Wait," The ranger says, recognizing me, "You're Shauntal. From the Elite Four! I have to introduce you to my friends hold on a sec." The girl squeals, and runs off to get her friends.

Now, I've always had pretty good instincts, and right now they're screaming at me to 'GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE'! I hop on Drifblim, and I tell him,

"Home, now! As fast as you can!"

Drifblim speeds off, and just in time as well. Suddenly the hell-hole of my home life doesn't look so bad to me.

. . .

I arrive home, recall Drifblim to his Pokeball, and pray that none of the ranger girls had Pokemon to fly after me with. I run inside, and pull the iron gate up behind me. After a few minutes with no crazy, screaming fangirls, I decide they didn't follow me. I lift the head-piece, almost a tiara, off of my head, and admire it. It's really awesome, it's a metal cobra that coils around, and kind of wacky. Just like me! I decide that I love it. I slide it onto my temples again, and feel like queen of the nile. I think of Elesa's beauty tips, and dash up the steps to my room. I pull on a pair of skinny jeans that Caitlin gave me for my birthday, but I never wore. I slide off my purple tunic, and pull off my crown. I pull on a simple purple tank top that hugs my body, and replace my crown. I put my discarded clothes into my closet, and look at myself in the mirror. I look... different. Different, but I like it. I go to a desk draw that I haven't opened in years, and pull the handle. The draw slides open with ease, and I remove a small, blue and white case marked L and R. I put the case on my desk, and shut the draw. I'm not ready for my old contacts yet, I still like my round geeky glasses, but someday I will use them again. I plop back into my chair, sigh and relax just as I hear a pounding on my door.

Grimsley's P.O.V.

I rapped on Shauntal's door, hoping she wasn't still out galavanting in Nimbassa City with her, well, rather moody friend Miss Touko.

"Door's open." I hear her call out.

Good. I have to apologize whether she wants to hear it or not. It was a silly dare anyway, and I feel awful. I walk into her room, and see her sitting at her desk in front of a rather large window. Sunlight streams in through the window and makes Shauntal's purple hair glisten. She looks really nice in a simple ensemble, a tight purple tank top, and blue skinny jeans with a regal metal snake wrapped around her head. In fact, she looks absolutely gorgeous, and I can't help but notice every detail of her existence right now. I must be staring at her like an idiot, for she stands up and taps her foot on the ground, irritated.

"Well? Have you got something to say, or are you just going to stand there?" She says, vexed.

I want to tell her that I'm sorry, and give her back her book, but I can't stop watching the way her hair bounces when she stands. I stammer several times before being able to form coherent words.

"I-I want to give this back to you and tell you that I'm deeply sorry." I manage to stutter.

She just rolls her gorgeous violet eyes and snatches the book from my outstretched hand.

"Sure you are." She says sardonically, "And I'd like to believe that you actually care, not just feel bad because I had a concussion."

I try to tell her that I really do feel bad, but she has already escorted me out of the room, and slammed the door in my face. What just happened?