Lucky Me
Chapter 019
I needed to be committed.
Honestly, I would have so much to tell the little bearded man that he would have to up his anti-depression prescription.
It had been a week since my clothes walked out on me (with the help of every female in the house) and I had to wash my clothes almost every day. Let me not get into the begging I had to do to get allowed back into the laundry room. Apparently the Professor and Scott didn't know about the 'mission' of the X-Women and just wished me the best after I showed them the note.
D-M told me on Saturday was when I would be allowed to have a new wardrobe, as long as it meet with the approval of the other female shoppers. As the days drew closer, more of my clothes went missing. On Friday night all I had left was the bare basics. A night shirt, bra, panties, and a pair of shorts with the words 'Princess' across the rear (D-M's idea of a joke no doubt).
Clearly no one thought this through when they were stealing them. All I had left for the next day (the first day off of groundation, was going shopping, and no doubt get grounded again) was a pair of jeans and my 'comfortable' shoes (aka had holes in them and could no longer tell the original color). What's the problem?
No shirt.
I was not going to ask D-M for anything else after the little Princess shorts stint.
I was not going to traipse around in my beat up old nightshirt that had huge holes in the back (for my wings to fit through) and was way too short.
I wasn't going to ask any other female in this house-I'd seen their shirts (or lack thereof) with the skin tight sequins, or the green…it just wasn't going to happen. That left me going in a bra, or going and asking one of the guys to borrow theirs.
Naturally I thought of Mr. Warren, but he was gone for the weekend with some other guys (Dr. Hank and Scott on a 'old times' fanfare, I think it had something to do with the huge fight between Mrs. Jean and Scott). So that nixed three guys (they locked their bedroom doors, trust me, I checked) and Chris wasn't even an option. Besides us not getting along, I didn't think he ever cleaned his clothes.
Maggot was 'on the town' with Mr. Remy (smells so good), so that was two more off the list.
I started to think the guys were just looking for an excuse to get out of the house to prevent being dragged to the mall in NYC with the rest of the victims (namely me). I think I was the only one who considered this torture, the rest termed it 'fun'.
Back to the shirt, I was on the hunt. Professor, heck no. Mr. Logan? Riiiight, whatever, if I wanted to smell like cigars and wear flannel. Mr. Bishop….was huge. There was no way I'd ever fit into his clothes, they'd fall right offa me!
That left Bobby-Jerk, Adam, and Adrian.
What a choice.
Bobby-Jerk somehow got roped into going with the females as did the others. The other two hadn't learned to dodge the female fatales yet, and Bobby-Jerk didn't have any decent clothes left after the little fiasco I pulled with the bleach. That was why he was going.
Adam's shirts were all science and computer club shirts with some corny web logo shirts. There was no way I was going to strut around in any of those. I might not be a fashion guru, but I know what I don't want to wear. So that left only Adrian, who D-M (she actually visited now, she had a thing for Adam) said he was starting to get 'interested'. I told her she was crazy, the guy was a friend.
She just did this 'uh-huh' thing.
"I told you!" D-M kept poking me in the arm.
I should have had the image inducer on when I came down the steps. As soon as D-M saw me in one of his shirts, she about tackled me to get to answers. Now we were in the car (one of two taken, the X-people said they don't 'do' vans), split up boys and girls, except Miss Oreo was riding with boys to make sure they actually went to the mall.
"So tell tell!" Daisy prodded, still poking me in the arm. That was getting as annoying as my wing tops rubbing across the top of the car.
"Tell what?"
"About why you're wearin' his shirt?"
"Because you stold all of mine." Miss Rogue kept smiling in the rear view mirror at us. There was a fuming Mrs. Jean, Miss Rogue, Monet (ick), Jubilee, and then me and D-M. We were in an SUV.
"But why Ad-ri-an's?"
"He's across the hall from me." Okay, so technically, the bathroom was directly across the hall from my bedroom, but I disliked getting technical.
"Riiiight." She dropped it after that, well, she didn't have much choice because Jubilee started blasting the music. It was country music, and Miss Rogue screamed bodily harm to those who might change it.
"No."
"You have to, Kerry!"
"No!"
"It's so pretty!"
"Oh, yeah? Then where's the rest of it?"
They were holding up a string and calling it a shirt. It was a pink string draped on a hanger with a high price tag. I might not be into fashion, but no way in creation was I going to put on something that I would have to bat away guys from trying to shove money in my cleavage! I had been in the store for almost an hour and all we agreed on was one shirt. Even that one was a stretch for me.
"Maybe we should get Adrian in here," D-M tried, I glared at her.
Mrs. Jean put the shirt back on the rack and declared there was nothing left to try on and we should go to another store. I wanted to try another group of people. My mom (the one who sent those mutant hunters on me) would give me two hundred dollars and then turn me lose at any store of my naming. She didn't ask questions, or give 'tips' on how to show off my 'figure'.
Of course back then my figure didn't consist of wings.
Thankfully, we left that store in with one bag for me and about three for everyone else.
"Ohh! Let's try in here!" Was the warning I got before I being dragged into another store that had scantily clad mannequins.
What was the difference with these clothes stores?
Before I could breathe it seemed I was dressed in some short skirt, barely there top with a chain thing connecting my ear to my neck, my neck to my arm and my arm to my finger. Were they afraid they were going to fall off?
"You look adorable, shuga."
"She looks o-kay, but you can see the -uhhhu, 'bulges'," D-M replied.
When'd she get to blunt!
Oh! She meant my wings! I guess I should go backless.
"Go change."
I did so happily. I had to remember to ask Mr. Warren how he was able to wear suits without cutouts in the back. I walked out of the changing room, and noticed something wonderful-everyone's back was turned to me.
This was my chance.
It was now or never, I just had to keep a blank slate in my mind and run for it without Mrs. Jean noticing.
I just kept complaining mentally, and she never noticed that I was out of the store and made a break for the food court.
I was destined never to have sweets again!
I was almost to the food court when I realized something, my serious lack of funds for getting the sweets. But there was no way I was going to go back to the pack of female critics. So I was left to wander around the three story mall by myself (or until I was hog tied and dragged back to my death sentence). Or if I ran into the guys, wherever they might be hiding. My luck, Bobby-Jerk would probably find it amusing to send me back to them.
"I think she went this way." With a quick check over the shoulder, and yup they were on to me!
Man, I thought I would get at least ten more minutes before they would know I was missing! It's only been thirty minutes. I did the dumbest thing by ducking into a store closest to me, and waited patiently for D-M and Miss Oreo to walk by (I swear I was going to learn how to say her name, just not now).
I sighed with relief, and then turned to see where I was.
I calmly (with my eyes barely staying in their sockets) walked out of the store and across the walkway. I won't tell what type of store it was, but the first thing I saw was a blow-up doll and the name of the store was '18 Plus Yum Yum'.
Of course that would be my luck to wander into a place like that.
Whatever one might think, there was simply no hiding from a telepath on a mission.
Finally they managed to see things my way (as long as I stayed away from baggy clothes and agreed to get ONE girly-girl outfit). I couldn't see the outfit the others picked out for me. That just spelled trouble. So I was left to wander around with a credit card to shop for myself. D-M would appear every once in a while to take return half the things I bought and bring these hideous colored things back to me.
Snot green and ripe orange were not meant to be together on a shirt.
Somehow I ended up in front of the Disney store, and staring at (get this) a healthy Stitch. Full of fluff and not looking like the dog got the best of him. He wasn't like the sorry sight in my room. I love him, but I wanted one that didn't feel like a rag.
"Isn't that the thing you're always carrying around?"
Adrian.
"Fluffy, isn't it?"
Bobby-Jerk.
I turned, smiled, and then glared over my shoulder.
"He's name is Stitch, Bobby," I corrected then turned my nose up in the air and walked into the store. I was already warned not to get anything with any sort of cartoon character, or it would be returned. They took over my life and were playing with it!
"No need to get snappy little lady," Bobby-Jerk snorted following me into the store with Adrian behind him.
'Little lady'? Did this guy have a John Wayne complex no one knew (or wanted to know) about?
"I'm not snappy. I'm sugar deprived."
"Uh-huh."
"Are you going to buy another one?"
I sighed.
"Can't. Mrs. Jean forbid me from buying anything but clothes."
That was right before I got this telepathic message that had me jumping and trying to climb on the stuff animal stack. I wished they would stop that! My brain wasn't a friggin' answering machine! You could not just pick up and call it out of the blue! I was fragile in that respect, I liked my privacy and my thoughts to be kept private.
Haha, like they'd let there be a secret, they knew more about my life then I thought existed.
"I have to go," I said as I made a dash for the exit. I accidentally made a pyramid of plush Bambi's and seven dwarfs fall…very big mess.
It was tight, it was almost see-through and it was mine.
It was going to burn.
"I knew she'd look cute in it!" D-M gushed pulling me out of the store.
"What about my clothes?" I screeched, grabbing a hold of the store's doorframe, while D-M tugged on the other end.
"They're in here, Kerry," Miss Munroe replied cheerfully raising a bag to show me.
I had to walk around in public like this?
"And don't you mean, Adrian's clothes?"
Geez, it was just his shirt!
"I bet if you had a little make-up, your hair and nails done you'd get someone to look at you," Daisy commented.
I glared.
She was way too good at giving a back-handed compliment-if you could even call them that!
"Ah think she'll get a lot more than just turned heads!" Miss Rogue pitched in.
Like offers to do improper things for money?
"You know, Kerry, I shop in that store all the time."
Did I mention I wasn't fond of telepaths? Mrs. Jean picked up the latest comment I made, and smiled at me. That earth-chilling smile that meant you were going to be in big trouble if you didn't shut-up right at that moment.
I did. I liked my mind intact (as much as humanly possible that was).
"That was fun," D-M's comment as she, Adrian, Bobby-Jerk, and I got into the vehicle to head back to the school. By some strange miracle the ladies let me escape with the guys. Well, all except Adam who I hadn't seen the whole day. Daisy pouted that he spent the entire time in Barnes and Nobles or at the science store. So he stayed behind with the other females. I think the only reason D-M wanted to go was because it bugged her that I would be with two guys in one car.
I was telling you, this girl is guy crazy. I was surprised she didn't have twenty kids.
Of course she wasn't going to go until we met up with the other two. Adrian went beat red, and Bobby-Jerk's eyebrows rose over his sunglasses in question. I took one look at them and tried to cover myself with my arms. A see-through top with tight low cut jeans. I hadn't been that naked in normal clothes since I was three running around in my underwear.
"That was a nightmare. Though usually anything male has to play the living shopping cart and tote around any boxes, bags, and purses."
"Why?"
"They need both hands free to shop or something like that," Bobby-Jerk answered.
I was just happy to be going home-well, not home, I told myself I would not call that place home. Nope, not happening!
"Did you two get anything?"
Nervous fidgeting. That couldn't be any better than Mrs. Jean's icy smile and glare combo.
