Lucky Me
Chapter 029
"Whoa!" Okay, so trying to punch him straight out didn't work. So I tried the kick Mr. Logan showed us the day before, unfortunately he knew that move too. Dang! I guess it didn't matter at this moment. I continued to try anything to connect my limbs with his body. "I'm guessing something happened that made you mad."
Wonder where he got that conclusion? Perhaps it was because I threw my phone against the wall on Friday, and broke it into a lot of little pieces. Or the fact that I flew out of my window and just flew until early Saturday, and came back just because I was dead tired after only a few hours of flight. Or it could have been that I basically beat up on my team members during the Mr. Logan session whenever I got the opportunity. Or, and this one was probably where he got the idea, that I banged on his door, told him I wanted to practice and that he was coming with me.
"This is supposed to be practice! I think you want something to maim!" He ducked and I felt those stupid tears sting my eyes, he seemed to notice them as well and it made him pause.
An opening! I grabbed his shirt collar and did the 'judo' flip that we were supposed to be practicing.
"Who says I'm mad?" And with that he went sailing across the weight room, far away from the mats.
Mr. Remy and Miss Rogue were coming in when he crash landed on the furthest wall, "Flying man, dat can only mean one t'ing."
I grabbed a towel and marched out the door as Miss Rogue finished his comment, "Angry woman."
Why did every one think I was mad? I wasn't mad! I was perfectly okay! Fine! Peachy!
"What'd you do to her?" Was the last comment I heard and banged the kitchen door open. I hadn't really had anything to eat since Friday afternoon at school, so I was starving.
"Watch out, red hot black bird in the room," Thanks for the announcement, Chris. I wasn't in any mood to be poked fun at. I wasn't upset though. Really, I wasn't.
"Hey, Kookie, what's wrong?" I growled out a 'nothing' and started to open the 'fridge. What was with the twenty questions? Couldn't they understand that I did not want to talk about it? Not like there was an 'it' to talk about! I stood at the island after getting an orange for myself, and then Mr. Scott walked over and in the sight of everyone asked again what's wrong with me.
My wing hit him, and the other slammed the kitchen door open as they expanded with my temper, and clenched my fist that destroyed the orange.
"Nothing is the matter! Stop asking me that!" Then I left the kitchen, my squashed orange remains dripping in my hand.
I was a hurt puppy, let me lick my wounds first or I would just bark and bite.
I was hurt-period.
"I bet I can make you happier." It was lunch, and while everyone else could see the big neon sign that read 'Leave me alone if you don't want a limp' this boy apparently didn't take its warning seriously. K'Yo' (Kenney) might be dubbed the 'coolest' guy within the walls of SCPS, but not to me. Sure he'd been a worm and near me at any moment he could and stuff, but it was just annoying. I was learning to live with it though.
"I doubt it," I replied darkly, and Adrian (who was across the table from me) rolled his eyes. He sat with me all the time and put up with K'Yo' and his 'boys'. At lunch was the only time I saw a different Adrian come out, usually he's quiet and shy, but at lunch he was just one of the guys (but less of a pervert).
One thing K'Yo' could do to make me happy was leave. I didn't get chewed out for the kitchen fit, but I didn't think they liked not knowing what's going on. I'd been trained enough by Xavier to know how to hide my thoughts. At least hide my thoughts better.
"Dude, trust me, leave the girl alone."
"You got dibs on her?" K'Yo' asked, and I felt my cheeks go red. "Wanna fight for her?" He said, laughing.
"Psh, that girl can fight for herself." Adrian retorted, "And would probably prefer it." He looked at me and smiled at that comment. A sheepish smile, too.
"I like them feisty!"
Adrian only shook his head and left the table for a moment, my eyes followed him to where Chris and Bobby-Pervert where arguing with forced smiles while Home Ec. teacher watched. This was just a recess for Chris, and Bobby-pervert had nothing better to do (and I think she, Home Ec. teacher, had a major thing for Bobby-pervert). Adrian's approach cut the verbal sparring short, I don't know what was being said but when of them looked over to where I was, and if looks could kill, K'Yo' would be a dead guy.
Wonder what bug bit his behind?
Come Tuesday, things weren't any better. And we (Adam and my team) had another Dangerous Room session to take on after school. That was no big problem. If it was the cannons, me and him got together on it (for once) and thought our way through about how to at least hope to put a dent in those stupid things. But Adam kept getting sidetracked on how they worked and how he wished he could take them apart instead of blowing them up.
Everyone was in their black Matrix inspired suits (accept me, again), and stood in the middle of floor waiting for the new punishment to be pounded upon our young selves. I was still in a mood to break, throw, and destroy, so this session was working pretty well for me in the timing department.
"This is your second session as a team; let us hope that there have been some improvements in your teamwork and strategy." Nice job, Professor, two shots at the leaders with one sentence. This guy was a professional! "To make your sessions as real as possible, no two shall be alike back to back."
Oh that's not good.
"And as a bonus to whoever it is last standing at the end of this exercise, they will be omitted from one class of their choosing." Work as a team, but also be competitors? This sucked.
All of our planning just sprouted a pair of their own wings and flew out the window (or right into a window, which, speaking from experience, I would not recommend!). We were stranded, again! How are we supposed to plan without knowing what we were going to be getting ourselves into?
"Starting simulation." And that was all the warning we got before these cliffs and junk sprouted out of thin air. I was stuck on a cliff, and it really looked like we were really outside. I couldn't see the others though. I knew they were still here, but where?
"What kind of sick joke is this!?" Well, found Chris. So much for stealth.
"Eeeee! There's a snake in here!" And D-M. She was such a girl-girl. "And it's looking at me!"
Adrian and Adam didn't scream about the simulation, I was too busy trying to figure out what the heck to do to even pay attention to my position…or the person who was apparently behind me; at least not until they rammed into me and pushed me off the freakin' cliff.
I went head over heels over head before catching myself with my wings, and glared back at my pusher.
"Mister Warren?"
"It's Archangel when we're in the Danger Room, Kookie." Yeah, right. Archangel it was then. But as a blast from Cyclops passed right in front of me, I knew what my code-name was going to be while in here: Dead Meat.
Wednesday came and went and the anger was seeping out of me. In fact everything seemed to be seeping out of me, in other words, I was crying. Thursday night I should have been be studying for my test the next day, but I couldn't even focus on the words in front of me, every time I picked up the book I kept thinking about the phone call.
Sure, the Danger Room session had taken my mind off of it for a moment or two, but there's nothing that could ever keep my mind from my new problem (really an old problem in a new disguise) forever. I threw the book down on the floor, grabbed Stitch, and sighed into the back of his soft blue head.
I opened my windows to look out as a distraction during (ha-ha) my studying. My stomach growled in irritation of being empty, I hadn't filled it up completely in almost a week. I closed my eyes and buried my face in Stitch's fur.
"You're going to get blue fuzz up your nose."
What! I nearly flipped off my bed I sat up so fast to look over at my door. He stood there looking back at me as if innocent. "When'd you get here?"
"What? I knocked, you never answered."
"Oh, right." I watched him walk over before he plopped down at the foot of my bed and lay back with his arms behind his head.
He looked comfortable.
But I also had an excellent guess (suspicion) as to why he was here. I stared at him until he looked over at me and then I said, "I do not want to talk about it."
"Good, 'cause I don't want to hear about it."
I glared at him, and he smiled at me like he didn't say anything wrong. He was sure a different person when it was just me and him than when we were in front of everyone. But of course I was guilty of that as well I suppose, but really who cared?
Also, if he thought I was dumb enough to fall for that reverse psychology junk, boy was he wrong!
So what if I talked to him about the private matters, it didn't mean I had to tell him about my mom. Just because you cry on a guy's shoulder a few times does not give him rights into all the things that make you weepy and pathetic to mad and willing to cause property damage!
So he just lay there waiting for something that was never going to come, nope, no way, I was not going to spill my guts to him and I wasn't going to start crying again.
"So," Finally! I thought we were just going to sit there in complete silence for the rest of the night. "How's school?"
I rolled my eyes and fell back on my pillows. Of all the dumbest things to ask, that had to be the king of them!
"You're there! You should know!"
"I never pay attention," He replied, waving it off like it was nothing. What a jerk! Argh! Then I remembered a few days ago when he sure seemed to be paying attention then.
"Really? Then what was up with giving the stink eye to K'Yo'?" I smirked as his expression got slightly annoyed at the other guy's name. "I seemed to have had your attention then, buddy."
He didn't answer for a moment or two, "You got a thing for that guy or what?"
I laughed, long and hard. Me? Have a thing for Kenney? Right. "Definitely or what! That guy is such a-a-"
"Player? Jerk? Slime? Getting close?"
I smirked, deciding to tease him. "Are you jealous of wittle Kenney?"
He snorted it but—didn't deny it.
Well, at least he made his opinion known, and after he left (an hour later) I rolled my eyes and repeatedly called myself a dummy. I couldn't believe I fell for such an obvious trick! He came to cheer me up and I let him! And he did it on purpose! Made me stop thinking about—about Mom.
So much for not thinking about her.
I wished I could just put my brain on pause!
Or at least on mute.
"Ah love this school!" D-M shouted as she put a death grip on my neck with her arm and bounced up and down like her bunny rabbit self. I was gagging and trying to pry her off of me when she shoved a piece of paper under my nose (almost in it). It was so close to my face that I couldn't even read the words. "Isn't this awesome?"
"It's a piece of paper," I wheezed out. She released my neck to put her hands on her hips and stuck her nose a bit further in the air.
"It's more than 'a piece of paper' it's an announcement!" she corrected in a snobbish little way that I wanted to call her a valley girl just to see if she would say 'whatever'. "More importantly, it's an announcement for a school dance."
And this concerned me how? I didn't do school dances, I didn't willingly go back to school for any reason that I could think of. Who does? I was one of those people who, at 3:00, all you see were Kerry tracks out the door and to the bus stop. I did not like dances. Mainly because the only time I went, I never got asked to dance, probably because I had cold and kept sneezing on everyone.
"Oh, yippee."
"Aren't you excited?"
"Ecstatic." I rolled my eyes, and started to make my way to the cafeteria. It was lunch, and Kookie was hungry. D-M waited until the hall only had the two of us in it, and then added some cruel words that made my face go red. It made my whole body go red.
"Ah bet a certain someone from the school would just love to ask you to it!" I didn't like what she was implying. It did not sound good like a good thing. "But then again, you wouldn't want to break any hearts, now would you?"
I swallowed hard, and looked over my shoulder, "Ha-ha. But I think Mr. Poovey is married, and he suits you better."
"Oh-kay, Ah was just playing!" She smiled at me with that funny kind of smile that puts me on edge, like a cat smiling at a cannery. "But who are you going to go with? Adrian? Chris? Or what about K'Yo'? He seems to want you."
"If you want him, you can have him." I then (basically) ran to where Adrian and (ick) K'Yo' were chatting with his boys and the boys' girlfriends who all had their noses stuck so far up in the air I swear they were sniffing clouds.
"Took you long enough," Adrian greeted, letting me sit down by him. "What held you up?"
"If it wasn't me, I'll beat them into a bloody pulp," Kenney threatened.
Ha! Like he could beat anybody up! He might have had muscles, but the school uniform shirts kept them well hidden.
Little did I know what I would have to do!
"I was stomping through the daises," I said cheerfully and stole a fry off of Adrian's tray.
And even smaller still was the fact that my Mom and her ways were not out of the picture yet.
This was my life as I knew it.
