You know how I was so excited to dance at my first homecoming ever and be all squeal and preppy in the bright lights and be a girl?
Yeah, now I want to get a time maching, rewind to this morning, and slap myself. Then I wouldn't feel so hot. Hmph.
This was absolutely horrible.
It started off only semi-bad. We had to take the busses there. I knew that, but I thought that I could ride with my date. That fact is the only thing I'm happy about right now... The fact that yes, I'm on a date with a senior.
But then, of course, I couldn't. Because I'm a freshman, therefore I ride the bus with the rest of my "people". As in next to no one because the quiet girl I usually sit next to is giggling next to Quinn.
So I got to the actual school and looked around.
I saw no one that I knew. Or would consider talking to. And I supposedly have a date.
That isn't here.
He took all that nonexistant trouble to ask me out and he's not even here... Asshole.
I need to wander around and find people, dammit.
... Five torturous minutes later...
"Who's the unlucky boy?" Magenta scoffed as I sat down next to her brooding self, the rest of the cheery sophomore club surrounding her.
"Lash, when I find him." I huffed and crossed my arms. Stand me up when I get dressed up, why don't'cha.
"Why do you need to find me? I'm right here." Lash stretched in front of me with a flower, probably taken from the various plants littering the school, and bowed. Stretchily. "You look very hot tonight."
"Thank you. I'd say the same to you, but you look exactly as you do normally. You better have my damn tie, though."
So I forgave the cute boy and thought that the date would finally begin. With me sporting a striped tie.
Wrong.
Speedy boy spiked the punch bowl when Mr. Boy wasn't looking while Lash was laughing about it near the cheese cubes and I was stuck looking like a wallflower. Nice. I would kill him if I wouldn't go to jail. He's ruining my plans for high school!
"You look lonely. And pissed."
"I'm not lonely!" I looked around to see no one but Warren near me and noticed that... Hey... I am lonely. And pissed. "So what if I am?"
"Great boyfriend you picked out." He scoffed, leaning next to me on my wall and nodding towards my date tripping anyone who passed by him.
"He's not my boyfriend." I crossed my arms and huffed, "Who did you snag, anyway?"
"No one."
"Ah, you thought you'd pick out a hottie at the dance, right? Magenta told me about the icy girl you bagged last year."
Whoa, his face can get scary.
"Whatever." He growled, trying to walk away.
But, alas, I was too beautiful for him to leave.
Yeah, I went with the grabbing of the arm approach.
"Hey, no need to be touchy." Apparently that wasn't good enough of an apology, "Wanna dance?"
"I don't dance."
"Me neither." I grinned. "But this is a dance."
"Your point?"
"I'm not sitting against the wall willing voodoo magic on Stripes, okay?" Wow, I'm getting a little angry, aren't I? "I'm dancing and you're coming too!"
"Define dancing."
"Moving to the rhythm, genius."
I dragged him to the dance floor and immediately moved to the music, paying no attention to the flame boy until he was eerily close to me. Yeah, I never danced with a guy before, sue me.
And then, just my luck, a slow song started playing.
"I'll be going now." He grumbled.
His voice was strange like that. He was always like, "Grr, I'm hardcore." but I bet his voice can be really soft. He just has one of those voices.
"I'll follow you so I won't be left standing in the middle of the gym like an idiot." That's worse than standing next to the wall.
"You thought you could just steal my girl, Peace?"
I wanted a stereotypical high school life, but dang. This is just overkill.
"What the hell are you talking about, Stretch?" Warren growled, wanting to move past the tall stretchy thing.
"Um, can we not have a fight?" I asked, moving in between the two, "I don't want detention and blood to cloud my memory of homecoming."
"Get out of the way, Emily." Warren said, his arm smoking a little.
Oh crap. He used my name!
"Yeah. Wouldn't want flameboy to burn you." Lash sneered. Did he know nothing?
"Dude! Pyrokinetic! Fires do not hurt me!" I thought seniors had atleast a shred of intelligence.
"Um, hello boys," Mr. Boy showed up from nowhere, looking extremely awkward. "You know, physical confrontation is against school policy."
"Don't worry, Mr. Boy," Hold in laughter at ridiculous name, "Sparky and I were just leaving."
Send a withering glare towards Stretch, smile at Mr. Boy, and head towards the big swinging doors with Warren steaming right next to me.
That's a pretty damn good exit, if I do say so myself.
"You know what? I think I've been here before." Wanna know how I could tell, excluding my mad remembering skills? Big shoe prints. Big combat boot prints. Gotta love me them combat boots.
"You passed out in Save the Citizen."
"When do I not pass out in Save the Citizen?" He huffed a little and I smiled. That's the closest to a laugh I'm getting.
"Why are you going to a superhero school when you like playing the part of the damsel in distress so much?"
"Hey, I'm way cooler than any of those cheap blond girls from those cheap movies with their stupid cheapness."
"You forgot to add in another cheap."
"Just for good measure." I smirked.
"But seriously, if you hate your powers so much then why the hell are you going here?"
Smirk is gone now.
"My parents were both supers. Famous supers. The Wonder Couple. Like Patriotic Boy's family, only with that New York edge."
"Who were they?" He asked, even though I doubted he paid attention to Super History. I only listened to the pirate stories Mr. Sparrow told. Curses and treasure were way more interesting than the dorky current events that made up today.
"They were part of one of the first group of heroes before going solo." Then of course there was that whole explosion of 'heroes' in spandex and capes, prancing around with their 'powers', "Something with an X. I don't remember much about them, but I remember my dad used to make the best ice sculptures in the world. He once made a lifesize ballerina for me." Crap, I'm rambling.
"A pyrokinetic born from a man who could make ice?"
"Eh, stranger things have happened."
"Like you thinking Lash was a good person."
"I can't help that I have sucky taste in men."
"That's a given."
"I mean, first I agree to go with Lash, which is something altogether, and then I choose to spend most of my time with the most obvious antisocial angry man in the city, let alone this school."
"Do not compare me to Stretch."
"Yeah, you're way hotter." Did I just say that?
"That wasn't exactly what I was aiming for."
"Yeah, you're sweeter too."
"Sweet?"
"Well, if you went to the trouble to get a girl to go with you to a dance, quoting Shakespeare and everything, would you just ignore her while your buddies spiked the Ginger Ale?"
"No." He admitted grudgingly.
"You even almost got into a fight for me. I'm a little jealous of whatever girl's gonna end up with you." While I grow old with my crippled step father, raising an army of cats to battle all the mice in the world. God, I'm pathetic.
He scoffed, "Yeah, that'll happen right after my dad finally manages to break out of jail."
"You know I'm not gonna do that whole best friend 'Aw, girls are linin' up tah get with you!' thing, because you're an idiot if you don't know that the whole bad boy look is doing wonders with the girls, but the whole bad boy thing is also scaring them off at the same time. You gotta be bad but not menacing, y'know? I mean, half the whole school wants a piece of your ass! Not in the like, 'Grr, I'm gonna beat you up' way, but the 'damn, I'd hit that!' way. Y'know?"
"You're rambling."
"Well, they do."
I sound like an idiot. I should just shut up right now.
He had a small smile on his face, though. I guess me being an idiot makes him... happy?
"Emily, you're... humming?"
Daddykins wheeled into the living room where I was dancing while untying my boots.
I replied with a smile and humming a happier tune.
"Oh god, who defiled my baby girl?"
"Dad!" I shrieked in horror before laughing, "I'm still a virgin!"
"Thank you, Jesus." He allowed himself to smile, "Then why are you so happy?"
"No reason." Why the hell am I happy, anyway? All I did was talk to Mr. Shady. I talk to him all the time.
"You have the smile of someone in love."
"Pfft, for an old man you ain't so wise. I'm not in love with anyone, thank you."
"Ah, it's that Peace boy isn't it? I admit, at first I was a bit weary, but if he makes you happy-"
"Dad, I'm not fallin' for anyone, okay? In fact, I dropped the guy I went with, anyway." Oh, that's a little sad. I don't have a boyfriend... I have only one guy friend... "Now that I think of it, I'm not happy anymore. I'm gonna go to my room and brood, okay?"
"Atleast you have your innocence."
I rolled my eyes.
Fathers. Sheesh.
Author's Note: So, no one probably reads this anymore since it took me so long to update... But for the Lash fans... Too bad... Heh.