Lucky Me

Chapter 98


"What the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter, Drake!"

Bobby's mouth dropped open while I was trying to dissolve into the mattress like a puddle of milk into a sponge. Before I could crawl under the comforter and die, Bobby choose to sign his death warrant.

"S-Scott, it's not what it looks like!"

Sure, you're half dressed, I was in your clothes and it's not what it looks like. Riiiiight not even a blind man would buy that one!

"Not what it looks like?" Dad asked, adding a little scoff to his voice. "It looks like two of you are keeping warm in your bed."

"Uh-it's not as bad as it looks?"

"Get out of that bed, Kerry." I flinched. "Now."

"I-I can't walk yet." I tried to hide but the covers were ripped away from me Scott picked me up bridal style and considering how baggy the clothes I was wearing were, I felt like they were about to make me indecent. If that was to happen, boy would Bobby-Jack—er, Bobby-Jerk be trouble. Er, more trouble. "Th-this works too."

"Y-you aren't going to tell Jean are you? I'm going to catch hell from her if you do." Bobby was looking after his own interest. Great. I guess he was looking after both of us, but at this moment I was glad someone was thinking.

"Tell Jean?" Scott's voice sounded almost humored. "If I did, you wouldn't be the only one getting an earful."

My jaw dropped as he whirled around and marched me out the door in his arms.

"Y-you knew?"

Scott snorted. "Of course I did. Bobby is transparent and he's one of my oldest friends."

"W-why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Because if I did," He opened my door. "I would never hear the end of it."

As he dropped me on my bed, I was still trying to get my voice to stop hiding and get my question out. "S-so you aren't mad?"

He paused in the doorway, "Are you asking if I approve?"

"Uh, I guess?"

He shrugged. "Why not?" Then his eyes flashed red behind the visor. "As long as he doesn't make me a grandfather."

My face turned this lovely purple shade. "W-we haven't! Won't!"

"Good. Keep that mentality." He then turned and left.

I was sitting there with my mouth on my Oreo sheets. After all this time worrying-he knew!

Lucy meowed.

My attention snapped to the cat.

"What?"

He meowed again.

"Oh shut-up."

The cat was judging me!

"Happy birthday!" Daisy bounced into my room and I about died on the spot. I sat up so fast that Lucy landed with a thump on the ground.

"Huh? Wha-?"

She flounced on my bed (ie me). "It's your b-day! You are officially 18!"

I dropped my face back into my pillow. Daisy made this clucking sound with her tongue and mentioned about how eighteen year olds were supposed to be mature and perfect or some other teen magazine blah like that.

Pointing toward the door with my outstretched hand she, I think, got the hint and huffed as she slammed the door behind her.

It was my birthday, big deal! Didn't mean a lot to me at the moment unless it was the number of hours I got to sleep. I had the hardest time keeping these freaky nightmares from my mind, I mean who wanted to see their teammates being torn apart piece by piece, listening to ever sick plop of flesh and blood (every decent nightmare has sound effects) and then be forced to lick the blood from Sabertooth's sharp claws?

This was not a normal teenage dream. They were only getting worse. I guessed since my greatest fear had come to life (me dying, duh) it was time for all my other fears to rear their heads.

I, very gingerly, turned over on my back and stared up at the ceiling. My back felt strange still. Dr. Hank said that there were one or two bone fragments they were going to have to remove, but with Daisy's help, it would be healed with little scarring. Little scarring, what a joke. They already said I'd have close to eight inch to a foot long scar, about an inch wide at the most narrow part, about two inches at the widest scar on both shoulder blades. Oh yeah, I was going to be so looking forward to swimsuit season this year!

Do I even own a swimsuit?

Closing my heavy eyelids over my burning eyes, I sighed happily as I felt sleep ready to pounce on me any second. But when I felt the weight of four heavy paws on my gut instead, I knew that sleep hadn't been the one to pounce on me but Lucy.

The cat hated me.

I cracked open one eye, peaked at the hell-spawn of fur and promptly started to shriek and scramble off the bed. With my quick and jerky motions, I sent Lucy gracelessly back to the ground.

"Somebody!" The big, long cockroach shifted its little antennas at me and started to scuttle across the floor. Toward freedom? Ha! If only. It was headed directly toward me. I never crawled so fast in my life. I moved like my behind was on fire, I crawled up onto my computer chair and eyed the floor, looking for my new roommate.

Oh great, it wasn't any where to be seen.

I started to freak out. So what if I was ten million times bigger than it? It was gross it was disgusting….and from the pinpricks of my hairs…it was also on my back. I completely lost it then, jumping around in a rolly chair was a really stupid thing, very Kerry though, and I did something that I thought I could never get out of my system.

During my chair-dance-get-this-bug-off-of-me maneuver, I lost my balance and feel backwards.

With a sickening crunch and the sensation of warm goo on my back, I started to flap my hands and go 'eewwww' so loud that finally someone came.

"What is wit all de commotion?" Mr. Remy said, stepping into the room. I had found enough sense to get back to me knees and try desperately to wipe off the roach guts from my back. But the thing was still moving! I fell on it and it was still moving! Wasn't it enough that those nasty things were going to outlive every race on the planet, did they have to be indestructible to a body falling on them?

Er, well, half the bug was still moving. Apparently, bleh, I only (gross) popped it's lower end and the front end was finally beating a hasty retreat.

"Kill it! Kill it!" I point frantically.

Mr. Remy found what I was motioning to and tipped his head to the side, picked up his big metal boot and 'pop' dead roach. In two parts of my room. Three if you count my back! Which, by the way, sent me crawling across the hall at lightning speed to scrub the roach intestines off my innocent back.

Ick. Thank you, Lucifer for your wonderful birthday gift, but next time, just get me a freaking card like a normal cheap skate!

Mr. Kurt 'bamfed' into my room about an hour later and he was laughing privately to himself about my whole recent bug problem.

"Seems like this will be birthday to remember."

Yeah, nothing can beat waking up to a Daisy pile drive and a cockroach that was in attack mode.

We, naturally, went to the gym with that dumb bar. Mr. Warren seemed deathly silent for some reason. He just stood off in the corner, his arms crossed and this grim reaper impression on his face. It wasn't until Mr. Kurt, very pleased with my progress, went off to find some sort of reward (with my threat if the 'reward' was made of Tofu or so, we were going to have serious problems).

"Nice day, eh, Mr. Warren?" He made this noise that only an upset father was supposed to be able to make. Something that cats also make before the hock up a hair ball. Yes, Lucifer taught me this much. In the middle of the night. When he left a trail of slimy balls o' fur all over my floor!

"We all know about you and Drake."

As if that wasn't a stomach punch. I gave me best innocent little girl look but he smothered that with a 'not buying it' stance.

"Did you know that Scott, Iceman, and a few others and myself are going to have a short little training time tonight?" He gave this smirk that would have made Emma proud. "Just thought you'd like to know about it."

In other words: We are going to kill Drake, so purchase something black for the funeral.

And here I was getting off, literally, "Scott"-free.

So why was I sweating so much about it?

"You and Mr. Drake?" Alexis screamed as soon as I picked up the phone. After the ringing left my ear (and I was smart enough to hold the phone about a foot away from my poor ear) I asked her where she came up with such a rumor. What's the point of confessing when you can confuse?

"Well, what I heard is that you and Mr. Drake where shacked up in a hotel room, you know the real sleazy type? But what can you expect from him on a teacher's pay? Anyway, you two were-er, 'studying' when your Daddy breaks the door down, beats the crap of Drake, slings you over his shoulder and marches out of the room. I even hear that Mr. Drake is going to get fired from teaching!"

I blinked. Then I pinched myself for good measure. This was the most stuttering, messed up thing I had ever heard of in a long time. "Is there anything else?"

"Yeah," Alexis paused. When she does take a breath for longer than a nano second, she's stalling. Thankfully there was always something to make her start up again, like the need to talk. "They say you're pregnant."

"…"

"Is it true?"

"Alexis!" I screeched, I would be up and pacing but I was kind of still using the crutches and using the crutches and trying to walk around on the phone didn't work too well. I wish I had my wings all the time, but now more than ever so I could fly over to Alexis' house and strangle her!

"What?" I rolled my eyes. She sounded just so innocent.

"How'd you hear something like that?"

"Oh! Well, from what I understood Chris Bradley told Adrian Corbo, you know him? The one that everyone thought you were going out with? Adrian told Daisy, Daisy told Nikki-Jo, Nikki-Jo told K'yo, K'yo told Carroll Markeret, she told like the entire cheerleading squad and of course you know I know that girl, uhm, Sarah right? Well she told me who told this guy Jonathan who told his brother David who told the principal because you know that's their dad and all. It is like, madness!"

My head hurt. She went through the entire high school list of people it seemed. I felt sick and vengeful but mostly sick.

"D-Did they say anything to Mr. Drake?"

"Rumor is his butt is going to get canned and possibly arrested for fooling around with a minor." I was going to puke. Did Bobby know all this? Not three seconds later I heard a knock on my door before the man in question came in and collapsed. I covered up the speaker of the phone before I asked him what he thought he was doing.

"Dying a slow and painful death thanks to your dad and his posse." When I raised my eyebrow and blocked Alexis out as she went on and on about what Adam had gotten her for Christmas, he sighed. "They ganged up on me in the Danger Room. Cyclops, Angel, Beast, and about everyone else who thinks I'm robbing some cradle."

My other eyebrow went upstairs to meet its twin. "Aren't you?"

"Don't worry. Wolverine practically carved a warning into my back side." He chuckled, weak and sad sound that it was. "And even Scott said that if I made Jean a Grandmother," There started my blush. "That she'd neuter me with nothing but her nails."

"But we haven't-!"

"I know that! They know that after I choked it out when Scott caught me." Bobby looked up at me, smirked and found a new strength as he sat up, took and hung up the phone on Alexis and leaned into my personal space. My face was only a few inches (that's probably exaggerating a lot) from his as he whispered. "But you're eighteen today, so all that can change."

Oh, hell.