Hexagon

Chapter 36: The Boys Suffer

::clears throat:: Ahem. By the time this chapter is uploaded, I will be back at school ::cries:: Which means that my update schedule will be back to a chapter every other Sunday. But aside from those depressing thoughts, thank you to the following lovely reviewers:

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On with the fic!

Hollyleaf's POV:

Mistystar arched a silver eyebrow as she shot me her 'are you actually serious right now' look. "You want to do WHAT?", she asked. I looked at her sheepishly, pressing my two index fingers together. "...go to the shopping center in the next town to buy new clothes…?", I said hopefully.

Mistystar immediately went on a long tirade on why she absolutely couldn't allow it. The second she seemed to have run out of breath, I interjected. "I understand your concern", I said in my most mature voice. "But there really isn't anything to worry about. Firestar will be with us-" The redheaded teacher made a surprised choking noise in response to this, "-and we'll use our own money to buy only the things we need. Many of us are missing toiletries and other necessities. This trip is unavoidable." This continued on for another two and a half hours, until Mistystar finally caved.

She wagged her finger at me. "Alright, but you need to stick together and stay with Firestar. Buy only what you need. Your parents aren't made entirely out of money, so don't go crazy." She then rattled off a long list of safety procedures, before shooing me out of her office.

The rest of the group had been waiting outside. The guys looked ready to keel over out of boredom, but the girls looked at me excitedly. "Well?!", Hazeltail squealed. "Shopping it is!", I responded. The boys looked at each other despairingly. "Aw, fuck..", Berrynose muttered.

Lionblaze began sneakily eyeing a nearby door, clearly mentally debating on whether he'd be able to slip away or not. I seized him by the arm, and began dragging him down the hallway. "Look alive, people!", I called to the rest of the boys, who looked like they'd rather sit through six hours of detention than go shopping. "We've got an entire mall to get through!"

Mistystar eventually talked a reluctant Firestar into accompanying us, and the ginger strode along before us, clutching his keys. The second we had been seated inside the car, he turned around to face us. I'll be the first to say that Firestar is one of the nicest and most understanding teachers at school. He's one of those teachers who is every students' friend.

What throws many people off is that unlike the other super nice teachers, he has no problem asserting his authority and being strict with students. And he showed that the second we had all sat down.

"Alright", he said, his voice cool. The redheaded teacher pulled out of the parking lot and started driving down the road. "You won't have to stay with me, but I expect all of you to stick together. I want a text telling me your location sent to me every half hour. Don't do anything illegal, obviously. If you lose someone or you need my help for whatever reason, get into contact with me. If you fail doing any of these things, we're leaving immediately and further punishment will be decided on. Is that clear?"

Foxleap looked like he would purposely break rules just so he could go home early, but a sharp "don't you fucking dare" glare from Icecloud made that look disappear real quick.

The car ride was longer than I expected it to be. While we were on the road, Firestar was playing some of the actual worst disco music I had ever heard, and much to my despair, it turned out that Firestar was a firm believer of "the driver is the DJ". So we were forced to suffer through soundtrack after soundtrack of disco music.

It felt like a dream come true when Firestar finally maneuvered into a parking space at the shopping center. The music was abruptly cut off as he pulled the key out of the ignition, and we stumbled out of the vehicle, each nursing a throbbing earache.

…

The inside of the shopping center took my breath away. The building had four floors, and a huge domed glass ceiling that left the whole place flooded with light. The tiles on the floors were arranged into elaborate mosaics, and every so often, we passed a cheerily bubbling fountain. The whole place was packed with people, shoppers laden down with bags of every color rushing past.

Firestar gave each of us his phone number and then went to find a comfortable spot on one of the loungers by a fountain. I turned to my fellow females, smirking. "So", I said. "Where to first?"

…

"A l-little..help...here?", I wheezed, tugging on the hem of the dress. It was certainly a very cute dress. It was in royal blue, with a short, swishy skirt, flowy sleeves, and cinched waistline. It was this exact cinched waistline that was giving me so much trouble.

I was in a changing room, the curtain doors drawn shut. "F-fallen Lea..ves...? The brunette pushed his head through the curtain, his hands over his eyes. "Is it okay for me to look?", he asked anxiously. "Yes, y-yes!", I gasped. "Help me out here?" He removed his hands, and saw the image of me struggling in the dress. "What do you want me to do?", he asked. "Zip it up", I panted.

He gave me a weird look. "Are you sure?", he asked, confused. "You look like you're about to break a rib. Maybe you should take it off before you puncture a lung or something." I yanked on the hem again. "It's fine!" Another pull on the hem. "It's cute! Plus it's the only one they had left. Help me out here!"

"I actually think you might asphyxiate in that. 'Died trying on a dress' really doesn't look that good on tombstone."

After another ten minutes of trying to force myself into the shiny blue garment, I was forced to admit defeat. I peeled off the dress, and unconsciously sighed with relief once I had finally regained the ability to breathe. Fallen Leaves was in the corner, hands pressed over his eyes, blushing furiously. Once I was back in my regular clothes, I left the changing rooms and saw the rest of the girls going nuts. Hazeltail had slung several pieces of clothing over Foxleap.

"Ooooooh! Look at these adorable leopard-print earmuffs! Foxleap, hold these please!" The redhead grudgingly obliged, and the headwear was added onto the already towering pile of clothes. "And why exactly", he inquired around a mouthful of fur patterned fluff, "do you need leopard-print earmuffs?"

Hazeltail ignored him.

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Lionblaze's POV:

I thought we had it bad when the girls were trying on clothes. Admittedly, it took forever and we spent most of the time carrying around shopping bags, which sucked. But it got worse. SO MUCH WORSE.

"Awwww, Lionblaze!", my raven haired sister cooed. "Look at these train patterned pajama pants! You would look so adorable in them!" Cinderheart, who was standing beside Hollyleaf, had to stuff a fist into her mouth to keep from howling with laughter. "Hollyleaf", I said patiently. "I'm 16. Not 6."

Berrynose, who had been watching this entire thing play out with tears of mirth streaming comically down his face, now held up a sparkly bathing suit intended for toddlers. "Awwww, Lionblaze!", he mocked. "Look at this glittery bikini! You would look so adorable in it!"

"Fuck you."

"Anytime."

Cinderheart choked on her fist. "Excuse me?" Berrynose held up his hands apologetically, still dying from laughter. "Sorry, sorry! It was a joke! OW! It was a joke!" The rest of the group turned to watch in amusement as Cinderheart chased Berrynose around the store.

...

Finally, several hours later and laden down with shopping bags, we sought out Firestar. The redheaded teacher had been relaxing in the lounge area. Berrynose was covered in bruises, Hollyleaf had found another dress that actually fit her, and Cinderheart had somehow snuck the train print pajama pants into one of my shopping bags.

All in all, the day was a success.

End Chapter 36

And so ends my feeble attempt at humor. And...can anyone else relate with Hollyleaf? No? Just me? ::hides behind a bush:: Okay then.

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Azra out!