With my sickness, I have nothing better to do than write. Oh god, I just spelled 'write' as 'right'. Do you think it's possible that sickness deludes your spelling ability?

Ch. 8:

3rd Person POV

Iggy stood there, watching as his best strode away looking for her prince charming.

"What are you?" A voice from behind him asked. He turned to see a girl in a mermaid costume standing there staring at him. He grinned with pride.

"I'm a pirate, matey." He said, using his most theatrical voice.

"Then what's with the bandana?" The girl deadpanned.

"Oh… um… I'm an outlaw-pirate?" He asked, though his voice came out questionable. The girl gave him a what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you stare he was so accustomed to before shrugging and walking off. Iggy had always dealt with those stares and there wasn't much he could do about them. If people wanted to judge him, they could. He had been Peter Pan, Captain Hook, and Tinker Bell in his one-man play, he was used to it.

He felt a tap on his back and whipped around once more. His mouth nearly dropped in shock from staring at the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She seemed familiar as she stood there, dressed as a fairy, but she had a mask covering most of her face. Her mocha-skin glowed from beneath her orange dress, which suited her more than she could have ever imagined. That's when it hit him. He did know her. It was Nudge.

"Nudge." He said, staring at the girl shock.

The girl nodded, trying not to giggle at the expression her crush of 4 years was giving off. "Hey, Igs."

"Aw… you can tell it's me?" He asked.

"Anyone can tell it's you. You'd have to be a complete dimwit not to be able to figure it out. Besides, who else would come dressed as a pirate-outlaw?"

"My taste in costume is one of a kind." Iggy said, as if contemplating whether or not to be offended at the jab at his skills in disguising himself.

"Omigod." Nudge said suddenly. "Did you see Max?"

"Yeah…" Iggy trailed off, not seeing where she was going with this. She was one of the most confusing girls he had ever known, after all.

"Doesn't she look amazing?" Nudge exclaimed. "Angel and I spent literal hours looking for that dress. Wait – is there anything besides literal hours? Are there even such things as fake hours? I never got that, why do people put 'literally' in front of things? And for that matter dinghbjgfwfe…"

Iggy smiled and took his hand off of Nudge's mouth, and she glared at him for interrupting her rant.

Nudge opened her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by Iggy's, "Whoa." She followed his gaze to the one and only Ella Martinez, who was bursting through the open doors. She was closely followed by the wannabes, and all three girls were dressed as devils. Suits her, Nudge thought bitterly, looking at the only person in her life that she actually despised.

With Iggy staring at her, Nudge could almost see the stars in his eyes. In an awkward attempt to leave, Nudge let out a small, "Bye, Igs."

"Why are you leaving?" He asked, reverting his attention back to her. She could see the stars in his eyes had been replaced question marks of confusion. BECAUSE YOU DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE YOU LOOK AT ELLA! She wanted to scream, but didn't. She just shrugged and walked off to find Angel.

Iggy watched her go off in confusion. What had he done? He shrugged Nudge's moody behavior off and went back to one of his hugest hobbies- staring at Ella Martinez. Her mouth hung open in shock, and Iggy followed her gaze to see who had shocked her so much. Iggy had to be careful to keep his own jaw closed as he stared at Ella Martinez's boyfriend, Fang Walker, talking to Max. That was Max's prince charming? I think I need some aspirin, Iggy thought, unsure what to think of this prince. He watched as Max allowed herself to be pulled away by the one and only Fang Walker. Iggy blinked repeatedly. Well, if he's good enough for Max to think he's good enough, then he's good enough for me to think he's good enough.

With no one left to stare at, he turned back to Ella. What he saw was not what he expected though, for he saw Ella being pressed up against a wall by another one of the football jocks, Dylan Gunther-Hagen. Iggy frowned, anger bubbling up as Ella struggled to get out of the football player's grasp. Without knowing exactly what he was doing, he strode over and snapped, "Hey you! Stop it."

Ella and Dylan both whipped their heads towards him. Suddenly, he was aware of just how dumb what he had just done was. Dylan let go of Ella, focusing his attention on Iggy now. "What did you say?"

Iggy gulped. "I said to stop it. Just leave her alone. Go get some girl who actually wants to make out with you."

"You're going to regret saying that, nerd." Dylan said threateningly, but the fact he had addressed Iggy as 'nerd' verified Iggy's assumption that neither Dylan nor Ella knew who he was.

Dylan, steaming now, took a swing at Iggy. Iggy, acting on reflexes, ducked, suddenly thankful for being in The Three Musketeers. Dylan tried again, this time using the running technique he did in football. Iggy just sidestepped, sticking out his leg. Dylan tripped over Iggy's leg, sending him sprawling into the snack table right behind them. Ella stared wide-eyed at her savior.

"Thanks." She said, gathering herself together.

Iggy shrugged, as if taking down football players was an every day thing. Not knowing what else to say he said, "Uh… I'm sorry about you and Fang." He immediately wanted to smack himself for saying something so stupid.

"It's okay." Ella said, taking a step toward him. Iggy gulped, realizing his crush from forever was advancing on him.

Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep, beep!

Iggy sighed and stared down at his watch. Eyes bulging at the time, Iggy knew he had to get Max home so Anne wouldn't kill her. Ella eyed him questioningly.

"I have to go…" Iggy glanced down at her apologetically.

"Stay." She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

"Sorry." Iggy said one last time before running off to find Max.

While he was running all he could think was, Wow.

Soooo bored. Uggggggghhhhh.

~Cake.