Oh yeah, I do not own W.I.T.C.H. or any of the characters, the plot is totally a work of my twisted little mind...

Busted #6: Uh Oh

Irma's POV, Monday Morning

As Ms. Arness stood at the board and began to drone through the daily review, I mentally counted the hours until Saturday. Saturday! Wow, what a big day! Nothing about how Caleb and I got together flowed like I would have expected. I mean, we're already married...but Saturday, I get to walk down the aisle in a long white, beautiful gown in what should be a storybook wedding ceremony.

The only things standing between us and that blissful event are: one more day of school, four sets of irate parents, two grounded bridesmaids, the occasional twinge of morning sickness and the total possibility of an invasion at any time from Meridian.

With all this going on, how am I supposed to focus on final reviews? I mean, we won't even be having a test on the stuff we covered yesterday or today. I could totally be using this time to get ready for the wedding.

Hmm, I wonder if I spoke to the Principal if I could get out of coming to classes tomorrow and Wednesday...

Maybe then I could focus on getting my friends to my wedding.

"Ugh, meatloaf! How can we get leftovers on the last full week of school?" groused Hay Lin as she read the lunch menu.

Behind her, Taranee moved oblivious to the warning that Hay Lin offered. Of all of us, Taranee is the having the hardest time – she rarely fights with or stands up to her mom. If it's true that opposites do attract, then that explains why Taranee and Will are best friends. For as much as Taranee gives in to her mother's wishes, Will fights for her own will. Susan and Teresa presented a united front in keeping Will and Taranee apart for the last four days – each blaming the other for having an out-of-control child. Without Will, Taranee had absolutely no outlet from her misery at home.

"Hey Babe, scoot," Caleb said as he gently patted my butt, edging me forward in the line. Coming out my out of my thoughts, I returned to the present and moved forward before complaints could fly about me holding up the food line.

I looked back at Caleb, flashing him a quick smile for the love tap. Now that it's common knowledge, that we're married, he's become more open with the physical shows of affection. When we're together he's not ashamed to hold my hand or place his hand on my hip. And I have to admit it's nice to be able to steal kisses and not care what anyone thinks.

I felt my face heat with embarrassment as I remembered the start of second period. Like normal Caleb walked me to class, but before leaving Caleb pulled me to him for a good-bye kiss that was a lot more than a peck. Mr. Logan walked into the room and loudly told us to stop the public displays of affection. We both heard the order, but Caleb would not be rushed. He continued the kiss until he was satisfied, then released me. As he headed to the door, Caleb told the teacher over his shoulder, "Dude don't tell me how to make love to my wife and I won't tell you how to make love to yours."

I didn't know whether to faint with desire or hide from the looks that remark got us both.

"Babe...you there?" Caleb's voice cut through my clouds of memory, bringing me back to the lunchroom, just in time to turn towards the table my friends were seated at, all wearing sullen looks.

"Well I guess you heard I'm grounded and I won't be able to come to the wedding on Saturday."

I glanced around the table and could see that the situation was pretty much the same for Peter, Taranee, Will and Matt. This bad situation just got worse, 'cause I just lost half of my wedding party.

If this keeps up, I'm going to get grumpy.

Cheers!