Chapter 8
Mew Kazurinu: In this fanfic, Tyranno and the other people are in the same grade. It makes my life less complicated. So, sorry to all the people who are like "Hassleberry must be a year younger/ grade younger than Chazz and the rest of them."
Slade relaxed in his desk stifling a maniacal laugh that would've rang throughout his building. He grinned and thought sorry Amber, but you deserve worse than me. Wolverine Hassleberry was the perfect candidate for Amber's future match. The eldest Princeton had gym class with Wolverine freshmen year and from Slade's memory, he recalled the Wolverine loved meat, dreamt of being a military commander, and annoyed Amber rather often. He dialed Wolverine's phone number hoping to get a hold of him.
"Hey commander," answered a thick southern accent, "What can I do for ya?" Slade smiled as he said mentally things are going too perfectly. I think I may be able to win this war.
"Hello Wolverine," greeted Slade, "So what do you think of Amber's recent success?" He heard a slight laugh in the background. Was the question that humorous?
"Well, I think she's doing pretty well on the home front, but I think that she could use a good man. What happened between ya'll anyways?" asked Wolverine calmly. Slade sighed. He really hated this topic of why it all ended between Amber and him a long time ago.
"That's a long story," responded Slade, "So what have you been up to lately?" Although the businessman hated random conversations such as this one, he had to convince the stubborn Wolverine to help him with the Rhodes problem that he was facing.
"Eh nothing really is going on here, commander," responded the Military man, "I just have Tyranno's graduation to go to in three weeks. I can't wait to see that soldier. What about you? You gonna go see little Chazzy?" Slade scoffed, although he was planning on attending graduation, the idea of going just to see Chazz was ridiculous.
"Work, and yes, I do plan on going to Chazz's graduation," replied Slade hiding his detest for his little brother.
"I knew ya' were a great big bro," exclaimed the elder Hassleberry, "You don't have a great reputation, commander, not even in the war zone. You should do something about that." The businessman coughed to do anything but start yelling at his old companion.
"Whatever you say," Slade replied but heard a soft laugh in response. "What's so funny?" the twenty-six year old demanded furiously.
"I was just thinking," Wolverine said coolly, "that maybe you are trying to set me up again. Look, Commander, I think you need to get a grip. There isn't a chance in hell that…"
Slade quickly cut his friend off. "You need to believe," he yelled to his friend as if Slade was trying to convince himself that Amber would love him once more. "She will love you, I mean if you like her. C'mon, Wolverine do this!"
"Do what?" his friend responded confused and unsure on what to make of Slade yelling at him angrily but giving him a motivational speech within his outbursts. Wolverine thought why is the commander so hung up about the possibility of me and the hippie girl.
"Win her over. Then, you and her can take care of your younger brother Tyranno," suggested Slade still screaming. Wolverine rolled his eyes as he switched his phone to the other side of his tan ear.
"Take your own advice," retorted Wolverine, "I have to go." He hung up the phone and said to himself I better call him later tonight to make sure he hasn't killed himself in his own madness.
Meanwhile, Slade was mentally harassing himself for lashing out on his high school friend. Somehow, he felt safe though as if his plan could possibly work. Perhaps I may just get my way. Besides, Wolverine loves trying to win over women and he's always looking for a challenge he reassured himself trying to be positive about the whole situation at hand. As long as what happened last time with a situation involving Wolverine and Amber didn't happen this time, Slade was set for life.
Flashback
Slade stepped into his junior prom in his black tuxedo only to see that he couldn't recognize anyone in the room because he had never seen anyone wear so much make-up or glitter. The room was packed full with many people from his classes that he had never spoken to before. Then, his eyes widened as he saw Amber in a sparkling baby blue dress talking to Wolverine, her date.
Amber smiled when she saw Slade and walked over to greet him. Slade swore that she was gliding, but he also couldn't see her feet because of the length of the dress. Slade blushed as his best friend in the entire world neared him. "Hey Slade," her voice rang softly.
"You look good," Slade said bowing making Amber laugh as Wolverine came from behind her. The trio watched more people enter the room as Slade started talking about the ten major reasons why he came although he had said that he wasn't planning on attending.
"That explains things, commander," Wolverine said as Amber looked over at the large tan muscular teenager that she had brought for a date. Suddenly, she glanced at the sharp-dress Slade.
"Hey do you want to dance?" Slade asked as the song "L.O.V.E" by Ashlee Simpson started to play. Wolverine scowled menacingly when his date agreed unreluctantly.
After the song had played, the duo joined the man who was left behind. "What's wrong?" asked Amber to Wolverine who had drunk three large glasses of punch which was probably spiked with vodka.
"Nothing," replied the elder Hassleberry brother. Slade doubted his friend's honesty greatly and wondered if it had to do with the eldest Princeton and Rhodes dancing.
"Really?" smirked Slade, "Because you look pissed off. We're your friends so be honest with us, okay?" Wolverine let out a low growl from the back of his throat.
"It's nothing," he retorted making his date a tad annoyed. She often disliked men who weren't honest with their emotions even the negative ones.
"Just spill it," commanded Amber praying that the night would end. She didn't even want to go to the prom with Wolverine, but Slade went through so much trouble to set them up, and it took a lot if courage for his friend to ask so Amber went through it anyway. Besides, she had no idea that Slade would actually show up. "Wolverine, do it now. We aren't going to laugh," Amber said trying to be as sympathetic as possible.
"It's nothing," snapped Wolverine as he left the room leaving Slade and Amber to themselves. Of course, Slade had recognized his friend's enormous levels of jealousy radiating throughout the room.
Amber said sarcastically, "Well, that's just great, my date abandoned me." Slade laughed as he patted her head and tried to think of someway to reply.
"Don't worry, as bad as a dancer that you may be, I will still dance with you," Slade responded earning him a slap on the head that he rightfully deserved.
"You aren't one to talk," replied Amber Rhodes looking down at a certain sparkle in her dress.
"I know," Slade said quietly, "I know."
End of Flashback
Slade shook his head. There was no possible way that he would end up dancing the night away with Amber after the plan was complete. But then again, there isn't a prom for people in their mid-twenties either. Slade realized that they hated each other, and that was now officially a fact. Maybe, this plan would end all thoughts of her from his mind if everything worked right.
Mew Kazurinu: So will Amber be reunited with Wolverine? Will Wolverine agree to the plan? Will anyone else get involved? Most of this stuff may or may not be answered in the next chapter. Read and find out what happens next.