Hey guys! So I hope you enjoy this chapter! We are almost three quarters finished! Squee! Can't wait! Then I can start one of my many ideas. Also TCOH is sorta failing. Cough. Everyone forget about TCOH for a few weeks, ok? If you do, you get extra BHLABB chapters…
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Chapter Fourteen
Misty sighed as she started to walk home from school. Cheer auditions were tomorrow, but she could hardly bring herself to be eager. She plodded down the street, noting changes along the road. How the cat wasn't sitting on the windowsill on the house with the huge tree, how the old woman in the green house had finally bothered to trim her overflowing hedge.
Then it started to rain. Heavily. She groaned, feeling her shirt stick to her, her hair dripping down her neck. She started to walk quicker, eager to get home. And suddenly, almost as quickly as it started, the rain stopped. She frowned, confused, but slowed down slightly.
"Hey, Waterflower!"
She knew that voice. Ash. She quickly considered her options. Ignore him. She walked hastily, the water in her shoes sloshing awkwardly, and she tried not to grimace. Misty forgot, however, that Ash was athletic. He caught up in a few seconds. She turned on her heel and scowled at him.
He looked pointedly down. Her cheeks flushed red, when she realised what he was looking at.
"Excuse me?! My face is up here!"
So much for her 'ignore Ash and run away' plan.
"Sorry, but you should never wear a red bra under a white shirt when it's raining. Even I know that, Mist."
He walked away, leaving her to curse loudly. Stupid rain. She clutched her bag tightly to her chest, glanced around, and ran off.
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"Oh my nerdy glasses…this is so slutty!"
"Misty! We wear these pretty much every day! May and I don't mind them!"
"Huh? You're wearing your contact lenses more than usual, Misty. Good change!"
"Oh…yeah. Glasses are a bit too nerdy…"
"Come on! You were never that nerdy! No one judged!"
"Ugh, let's get this…outfit…on, shall we?"
"Ok…"
May and Dawn sighed, as they waited for Misty to finish getting changed. The two girls were already changed, into a tight pink and red tank top and a short white skirt. Misty clearly did not approve as she stepped out, her face screwed up in disgust. Dawn, however, squealed with excitement.
"You are going to look a-ma-zing when I finish with you!"
She motioned for her bag, which May threw to her. Dawn grinned maliciously and pulled out some lipstick and mascara. She stepped towards Misty, one in each hand, and cackled.
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Inside, Ash was dreading it. Tons of wannabe cheerleaders, all lined up in a row, posing, waving pom poms and singing. For three whole hours. He slumped into his seat, pulling out a packet of crisps.
The first girl came up. A brunette, with long curling hair, and she had made her outfit extremely skimpy.
"Ash, Ash, he's the best! Breaking hearts like a bad boy should!"
She smiled seductively and winked, but he waved a hand. Her face fell in disappointment.
That went on for about two hours, him waving every girl off. The cheerleaders already on the squad started to frown. What was wrong? He normally picked the first few girls.
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She flicked open the book. Flip. Flip. Biology hadn't been something she wanted to do, but she definitely didn't want to do History. But a Biology essay wasn't something she wanted to spend her Thursday on. Pfft. She could afford to fail. She was already excelling in Dance.
Serena sighed. She rolled over on her bed until she was face to face with her pet cat, Nekin. Nekin had nothing to do all day, but sleep and eat.
Putting on a layer of lipgloss, she headed towards her laptop. She glanced briefly over the school news, looking for anything Clemont-related. She found a small article written by Iris, and she hesitated, before deciding to read it.
'Miss Helpline is taken down after her identity is revealed!'
She raised an eyebrow when she connected the girl in the photo with the ginger girl named Misty from a few days ago. Carefully, she scrolled down to the comments, a wide range of them, to her surprise. A few were sad that she had quit, but many complained that Misty was too ugly, or unpopular. Serena smiled. Clemont had said that she needed a mission; something to get her out of the cranky mood she was in.
She had found her mission.
And she started…anonymously.
'Dear Misty Waterflower...'
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Drew sat down, exhausted. His cheeks were flushed from the sudden adrenaline, but his green hair was still perfect, a gene that he had got from his dad.
"I think…pant pant…I may be bi…pant pant…"
Paul looked up, holding his side because he had a stitch. He glanced at Drew suspiciously.
"You know, you always say that, Drew Hayden, but it's never true."
"This time, Paul, I know it's true."
"How? I mean, I saw you checking out that brunette, May, was it? She's quite cute, but I saw you shooting 'notice me senpai' looks at that guy who you sit next to in science too."
"May? How did you get that? She stupid, ugly and dumb. And Paul, I have a date for prom. A female. I forgot to tell you before."
"Hmm. I'll believe it when I see it."
Drew pouted for a few seconds, before perking up. Paul glanced at him worriedly, noting the sudden perk.
"Tag! You're it!"
Paul groaned. He knew Drew was going to do that.
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"I'm Misty Waterflower. I'm here to audition for a spot on the cheer team."
My voice sounds confident, I know from the looks May and Dawn are giving me. They look proud of me, and I don't want to let them down. But was cheerleading what I wanted to do? Plus, Ash would be there. He was here now, actually. Glaring at me, but it wasn't quite a glare. Suspicious. That was the word.
"Go ahead, Misty."
He says my name like its something on the bottom of his shoes, and I dislike that. But I know it's a fake. I know, somehow.
I take a deep breath, ready to sing out the words that I hate so much. The words everyone knows by heart on their second day. Heck, everyone practically hates them now.
"Ash, Ash, he's the best! Breaking hearts like-"
I never finish. Because Ash stands up. He stares at me for a few seconds, and I wonder whether I was that bad. Dawn and May must have been good liars. Everyone else in the sports hall glances between me and Ash. Finally, he says something.
"Change the lyrics. I don't like them."
Everyone gasps. A few girls faint, and the others panic. Dawn and May try to get to me, but keep getting pushed away. I however, stay where I am, and scowl.
"What are you playing at, Ketchum?"
Everyone stops, and falls silent. Ash's eye twitches angrily. So what? He uses my last name, so why can't I?
"I don't want to be a bad boy anymore, Waterflower." He smirks, and I frown. "I want to be a good boy. I'm tired of being naughty."
You can practically feel the tension. Every single person is panicking, or scared.
"So what are you going to change it to? I'm pretty sure your popularity is going to drop."
I can tell he's trying hard not to scream. His eyebrow is creased, and he's gritting his teeth. He finally fails, after he loses the staring contest we started since I walked into the arena.
"I'm just trying to be who I am. Who I really am."
"That's pathetic!"
I blurt this out straight after, even though I know it's kind of rude, but I can't help myself. He stares at me, annoyed.
"You're such a hypocrite! It makes me want to punch you!"
"Oh no, that would be wrong. I could never make you want to do that."
"What? What do you mean?"
I stop running towards him, and glare at him. He smiles slightly. Not one of his annoying arrogant smirks, but a knowing smile, as if he knows what I'm going to do.
"Aren't you Cinderella? And I'm Prince Charming? Cinderella's always supposed to be happy when Prince Charming's around, isn't she?"
I suddenly can't breathe.
I can't feel my body.
It's like the worlds stopped.
And it's only me and him.
…
"Misty! Lookie! My mommy wants to take you back with us today as well! We can have pancakes! Like yesterday!"
The small raven haired boy smiled widely, his eyes big and pleading.
"Ash! You promised you would play with me! You only want to eat!"
"Ok! Let's play something! How about you be the Prince and I be Cinderella?"
"No, silly! I'm the girl! I'm Cinderella! And the Prince always makes the Princess happy, so you need to be the Prince because you make me happy!"
"Oh. Let's go! We can get married like in the movie!"
The little boy suddenly grinned, grabbed the girl's hand, and pulled her out of the door.
…
I fail to speak. My mouth tries to move, but no words come out.
He can't have remembered! It was over ten years ago! Heck, even I forgot! My brain processes another piece of information. That must have been the day before Ash turned 'popular'. Though, I know the real reason now.
I breathe in deeply. I would have to tackle this smartly.
He looks at me expectantly, as if reading my mind. There's a faint smirk on his face. He thinks he's won. Pfft. Yeah, right.
"So why has Cinderella been alone all these years?"
The smirk disappears. I can feel the tears pushing through the barrier, and it makes it hard to speak. But I manage to choke out something that I've always wanted to say.
"And Cinderella wants to tell you that Prince Charming has made her life miserable and stupid, and she wants you to disappear from her life now!"
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A/N: So, how'd you like that? Ok, I admit my plan for Serena is going to improvise on the way. It'll be fine, guys! But I came up with some sort of idea with Serena back in chapter eleven, I think?
And are you guys going to kill me for that terrible chapter? I hope not, because there is about 99.9% chance there will be a happy ending.
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