AN: Argh.
Chapter 73
There was something in the air at Forks High and it wasn't the smell of Sloppy Joes. I didn't like it one bit.
I pulled my hoodie cave up and put on my father's huge aviator sunglasses that I had pilfered from him. I could blend into the walls and no one would notice me.
"Girl, why are you in your hoodie disguise?" Kate came up to where I was facing the wall. "You look like you're about to rob a bank."
I turned around. "I'm hiding."
"Everyone can see you." Kate pulled down my hood. "Why are you hiding?"
"Don't you feel it, Mary Jane?" I questioned, taking off the sunglasses. They were prescription and were hurting my eyes. "Love is in the air."
Baseball Boy was acting weird. I had a feeling he was up to something. My hope that the annoying cuddling would distract him from thoughts of prom. It had been working, but he kept muttering to himself. That's never a good thing.
Kate laughed and shuddered dramatically. "It's the dreaded prom. It turns everyone into fools. Thankfully, I think Garrett has given up that we are..."
Her mouth dropped open, as Teeth ran up in an old fashioned tux, complete with top hat and tails. He held in his hands a bouquet of roses. Cheech shuffled behind carrying a fiddle.
Oh yes. This would rank as one of the best days ever.
Kate's face was the color of a beet.
Teeth snapped his finger, twirled around and pointed to Cheech, "Hit it, Jazz."
Cheech started fiddling and Teeth started dancing.
I was amazed. Cheech had some mad fiddling skills. Teeth's dancing needed some work, because he kept tripping all over his big feet. He looked like a floundering mackerel.
I was about to make a snide comment to Mary Jane, but I looked over to see her giving a sappy smile to Teeth. She was bitten by the prom bug too. I was the only sane one here.
Teeth decided to finish his dance with a turning jump and landed flat on his ass. Mary Jane let out a squeak and ran over to him.
"Are you okay?" She asked rubbing his face.
He groaned. "You literally are an angel, Katherine Hudson. Will you give me the extreme pleasure of accepting my invitation to be my date for prom?"
"Yes!" She cried and kissed him.
Gag.
Cheech came up and with his lazy drawl said, "It's romantic, man. I wrote Alice another poem."
"You should play your fiddle for her," I suggested. "She'd like that."
I was way too nice to these people.
"That's a good idea, man." He gave me his weird half smile. "This is actually a violin."
Whatever.
"Hey man, why is a pirate from the Caribbean coming down the hall?"
No. He wouldn't.
My kid was dressed in pirate gear and walking on a fake peg leg. He was holding a fake hook on his hand. If that wasn't awkward enough, he had on a long, black wig and an eyepatch. There was a live parrot perched on his shoulder and pecking his hat. Baseball Boy was waving his hook at it and yelling. "Stop Polly! That hurts!"
The parrot squawked, "Henry is a fucking bastard! Henry is a fucking bastard! Bastard!"
This normally would be hilarious. It would be hilarious, if it was happening to somebody else. It wasn't. I pulled my hoodie back up to hide. We could only pray he couldn't see me.
"Yo ho ho! I wish to pillage the fair Isabella! Argh!"
Damn it.