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I dreamed of Griselda's vibrator.
All freakin' night.
All I saw was that metallic-pink color gleaming in my mind over and over again as it vibrated, somehow sounding like Griselda's voice. Oh, the horror, the horror! I was thankful and lucky as hell when Flora finally shook me away, saving me from the beating Griselda was above to give me with her pleasure toy.
"Cadey? Acadia! Wake up! It's time to get up!" her sweet voice called as she shook my arm.
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!" I yelped, jerking awake and jumping up to my feet. My wild eyes, I glanced around at my surroundings. I was still in Stella's room along with the rest of the girls, but sunlight was now leaking through the curtains into the room. "HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN ASLEEP?" I yelled for some reason.
Bloom, who was lying on some pillows by the door, groaned. "Not so loud."
Still across her bad, Stella sat up to reveal her serious case of bed head. "We must've played truth or dare all night," she giggled, "and passed out from exhaustion."
"I told you we shouldn't have been playing so late," said the always-voice-of-logic Tecna, appearing in the doorway. She was already dressed and groomed for the new school day.
"Have long have you been up?" I yelled at her.
"About an hour."
"An HOUR? What time is it?" the rest of us yelled-panicked in unison.
Tecna glanced at the clock on her handheld. "7:30."
"7:30!" the rest of us exclaimed-yelled. And like we were high, we scrambled into our shoes and hurried out of Stella's room.
"We're so fucked!" I hissed, jogging through the girls' apartment and out into the hallway. Since everyone else had already gotten up and was heading off to classes, the hallway was empty. I ran into my apartment and then into the room Amaryl and I shared. Cursing under my breath, I hurried through my things, gathered up my hygiene products, and slung an outfit over my shoulder.
Now that I thought about it, truth or dare was my idea wasn't it? But that didn't mean I was to blame for this, right? If I recalled things correctly, Stella was the one who kept suggesting we play longer every time one of us tried to end the game. So technically, it was her fault!
Trying to shake away the sluggishness, I met up with the other Winx (excluding Tecna. Darn her and her punctuality!) in the large restroom. "Way to start our first day! If we don't hurry, we're going to miss class!" Bloom was saying, bending over the sink and splashing water on her face.I stationed myself at the sink in between her and Stella and got to work.
"This is all Stella's fault. She's the one who didn't want to stop playing," pointed out Musa, rubbing cleanser all over her face. Thank you! See, I wasn't the only one with smarts around here.
"Oh no! Don't put this on me!" Stella managed to look away from her mirror (something I didn't think she was capable of doing) and pointed her hairbrush at me. "Acadia was the one who thought it was a good idea to play two more rounds after her little run-in with Griselda." She snorted and went back to her reflection. "And why didn't any of you tell me my hair looked like this?"
Oh hell no. "When I did make that suggestion, it wasn't nightclub-closing late!" I countered, filling the crystal sink (pretty fancy, right) with water.
"Guys, it doesn't matter who did what," spoke up Flora with a mouthful of toothpaste before Stella and I could start arguing. "All that matters is that we get to class on time."
Stella was about to say something but shut her mouth as the bathroom door swung open and in walked Candi. Great. She's just what we needed. "Are you five just getting up?" she smirked, putting her hands on her hips. I growled at her, eyeing her slut-worthy outfit. Why the hell was she showing her boobs anyway? She barely had any in the first place! Besides, there weren't even any guys around to attract, unless you counted Professor Palladium.
"You better back off," I warned, pulling my black hair into a high, swinging ponytail.
Candi rolled her eyes and went over to the last sink on the right. "You girls are such bitches," she smirked, leaning in close to the mirror as she applied a thick coat of color to her lips. I'm surprised the glass didn't break the second she looked into it.
"Look who's talking," I said with a snort, retreating into one of the stalls so I could change my clothes. I slipped out of my pajamas and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a white tee as Stella and Candi continued to argue back and forth.
"C'mon, Stella. We need to go; we don't have time for this," pleaded Flora as I emerged, tugging on Stella's arm so we could leave the bathroom.
"Let me at her! Let me at her!" Stella was hissing, trying to reach out and yank Candi's stupid-ass hair.
"We're running out of time! C'mon already before we miss class," yawned Musa, strolling out of the restroom with her arms folded above her hair in a cool-girl manner.
"This isn't over!" Stella shouted at Candi as Bloom and Flora both dragged her out after Musa. "You'll hear from me again, trust and believe!"
And that went double for me. Hehehe….
Someplace Beyond the Characters' and Readers' Knowledge…
"There we go! It's working!" triumphed Anagan as the crystal ball on the desk flickered on, white magic spiraling within it. The others applauded his hard efforts, knowing how hard of a job it was to get through the regimes' magic.
"Yeah, but for how long?" asked Icy thinly, crossing her arms and shoulder-leaning on the doorway.
"And how long will the protection spell last?" asked Stormy worriedly, "when it comes to detecting breeches in their system, the regimes work fast.Remember the last time?" There was a moment of silence as the tragedies of the last mission flooded back into memory.
"There is no need to worry. We put all of our magic into the spell, so it will not fail so soon," reassured Ogron, touching the crystal ball with a finger. In response, the glass rippled like water with magic. "Thanks to Gantlos' extra efforts, if they do catch on to us, the Eye will shut off instantly so they can't find out our location."
"Did I miss anything?" announced Darcy, flying past Icy and into the laboratory. She pushed aside some of the books and test tubes on the counter and sat down on the cleared space, crossing her arms.
"Anagan got the Eye working again! If we hurry up, we may be able to find help," informed Stormy excitedly, her face glowing with hope.
"'Might'? That's a strong word, don't you think?" snorted Icy, looking away with disbelief. "How many times have you said that?" The group was gathered in Anagan's lab with the hope of finding light in one of their darkest hours.
"Oh, don't be so negative. There are still good people out there," insisted Stormy, playing with her lightning bang.
"Yeah, but are they strong enough to defeat her?" asked a gruff voice. Gantlos stepped out of the shadows with a scowl similar to Icy's on his face.
"No one's stood up to the Empress in some time," added Icy, walking over to Stormy. 'Not after she single-handedly took over Eraklyon and Solaria." At this rate, she'll have Magix and the lost realms all under her control. And with the powers of all the magic schools-"
"Enough," ordered a calm voice. Everyone turned to see Valtor in the doorway, the lack of light making him look shadowy and mysterious.
"Ah, chief. We were just about to call for you," said Ogron as their leader stepped into the light. "Anagan managed to fix the Eye, so we need to proceed immediately."
"Very well. Since the Empress knows we're still alive, she's most likely hunting us down," agreed Valtor, clasping his hands behind his back as he approached the Eye. "Everyone, get into position."
Icy groaned and Darcy slid off the counter, looking just as unenthusiastic as her elder sister. Though highly doubtful of their success, the girls got into position around the table along with Stormy and the Wizards of the White Circle. Valtor put his hands on the Eye and began to chant the spell. "I call upon the magic of the ancients. Show us the universe's savior and the one powerful enough to defeat the Empress and restore balance to Magix."
An image swirled into existence inside the Eye, but was too blurry to see. "My magic is not strong enough. We'll need another convergence," he announced, taking a step back to complete the circle the others were making.
"I told you this wasn't going to work," said Icy, rolling her eyes. Everyone ignored her.
"Lightning Strike!" Stormy aimed continuing magenta lightning at the Eye.
"Beam of Illusions." Darcy outstretched a hand and casted a purple beam at the same target.
"Icicle Attack." Regardless of her opinion, Icy sent nonstop ice chards at the magical crystal sphere.
"Open, White Circle!" ordered Ogron as the other White-Circle wizards joined together and linked their magic. A white portal-like magic conjured on the ceiling and shot a pure-light beam down on the glass orb.
"Ongoing Force of the Ancients." Valtor used both hands to cast the forgotten spell on the objective.
The Eye absorbed all of their spells and the image within started to spiral into clearness. "It's working!" gasped Stormy.
"Don't you think it was a little risky of you four to open the White Circle like that? The dark fairies could've escaped Tir Nan Og," pointed out Icy, glaring at the Wizards of the White Circle.
"It had to be done," was the only thing Ogron said as he and the others gathered around the Eye. The image inside the old magical item cleared completely, revealing footage of five girls walking down some kind of hall. They were swatting each other with towels and laughing carelessly.
"Hey…doesn't that look like Alfea?" asked Stormy, leaning in closer for a better look.
"Impossible. That school was destroyed," reminded Gantlos, frowning even deeper.
The Eye then zoomed in on its live capture, specifically the redhead girl in the middle. Icy and Gantlos growled while everyone else gasped. Stormy trembled and gulped. "Hey, isn't that-"
"Bloom, the Dark Empress," everyone finished.
"Whew. What a day," breathed Stella dramatically as we crossed the street. "All that work was tiring."
"Stella, what are you talking about? Today's only the first day so we didn't have any homework ," reminded Musa, rolling her eyes. "And we got early release."
"What about that dodge ball game during gym? That got me sweating for sure," insisted Stella, flipping her hair over her shoulder as we entered the city park.
"Not really. You were the first one out," I yawned, "we weren't even in game for ten seconds yet."
"Whatevs. I was still there and watching you guys sweat made me sweat," informed Stella like we were supposed to believe her.
"You're pathetic," I said dully as we sat down at one of the benches.
Flora inhaled the fresh air, obviously happy to outside in nature. "Not pathetic. Just…different," she corrected me, fingering the leaves on the bush beside the bench.
"Naw, I'm pretty sure the word's pathetic," I countered, picking my nose (that's right. I pick my nose. DEAL WITH IT).
"Acadia, stop it!" hissed Stella, swatting my hand. "We're being watched." All of us looked at her with what-the-fudge-are-you-talking-about looks. The blond bobbed her head to the right and began doing that "sexy" hair twirling thing. The rest of us looked in that direction to see three hot handsome young men hanging out near the fountain across the park. They kept glancing at us as they joked with and slapped each other on the back.
Oh hell no. We were not about to start this shit. Not today.
"Oh boy. This isn't going to end well." Bloom facepalmed.
"Why don't we go over and say hi?" giggled Stella, digging in her purse. She took out a perfume bottle and started spritzing some on her neck.
"No," Bloom and I opposed at once.
"Oh, c'mon! There's no harm in being friendly," insisted Stella, winking in their direction. "What's the worst that can happen?"
"What are you hoping to achieve out of this?" wondered aloud Tecna, whose eyes were glued to her handheld.
Stella sighed. "It's hard to believe you four are even teenage girls! Flirting with guys is what we do. And besides, they're really cute. Maybe one of us are destined to be with one of them."
"High unlikely." Tecna shook her head. "I'm doing the calculations now-"
"Forget that! Let's hurry and go over there before someone else beats us to it." Stella grabbed Bloom's arm and started pulling her towards the guys.
"Well, my day is officially fucked," I announced, standing up and following after them. Flora, Musa, and Tecna weren't far behind.
Stella was already working her magic by the time we caught up to her and Bloom. "Hi there," she was giggling, trying to look all shy and innocent. "What are you boys up to?"
I glared at the three boys. The first one looked just like Thor with all that blond hair, the second one was more Legolas material (he had the elf ears and everything!), and the third had a mop of brown hair and intense brown eyes that gleamed with potential. Shit. Why was I describing him like I was some kind of poet or something?
"We were just talking about a party," replied Thor, who was too busy staring at Flora's jugs (health class wasn't kidding about them being secondary sex organs) to even notice Stella.
My ears perked at the word party. A party meant alcohol and that was something I hadn't had in weeks. "Party? What party?" I blurted.
"Oh, just a back-to-school bash one of my friends are having," said Thor, finally ungluing his eyes from Flora. He then glanced at all of us. "You girls should come."
"Yeah. It'd be fun with hot chicks like you five around," said Brown Hair, flipping some hair out of his face and stuffing his hands into his pockets. He gave me a I'm-a-bad-boy-bitch look and grin. Oddly, my heart fluttered at his public display of cuteness.
AH. WHAT THE HELL, MAN? WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME?
Stella giggled, Tecna was still absorbed in whatever she was doing on her phone, Flora blushed, Bloom began playing with her hair nervously, and I just stared like I didn't know any better. "That'd be great. I haven't been to a good party in ages." Stella batted her eyes at the Legolas look-alike.
"Sweet. I'll write the address…" Thor felt on his pockets. "I don't think I have anything to write with…"
"Here. Just enter everything into my phone," giggled Stella, offering him her phone. While he did so, Stella batted her eyelashes again (seriously, woman! Do you have something in your eye?). "I'm Stella by the way."
"Cool. I'm Liam." He gave Stella her phone back. "And this is Harry." He gestured at the "Legolas". "And that's Miller." He jerked his head at Brown Hair and Matching Eyes.
"This is Bloom, Musa, Acadia, Tecna, and Musa." Stella pointed to each one of us, all of us quietly giving them are greetings (Flora was blushing hard at this point). "We can't wait to hang out with you tonight."
Correction: I couldn't wait to get my drink on tonight. 'Cuz trust me on this one. When I started, I was not going to stop.
"How do I look?" asked Stella for the umpteenth time, emerging from her walk-in with a light blue dress on.
"Great," we all droned.
Stella indecisively looked down at her body. "No. This one isn't the right one either." She shook her head and backtracked into her closet.
"C'mon, Stella. You've been trying on dresses for at least an hour," I said dully, blowing some hair out of my face. The rest of us had been ready for thirty minutes at the least. All we really did was put on a fancier skirt or simple dress. Stella was the only one going all out.
"I can't just go out wearing anything," insisted Stella's muffled voice from the closet, "a princess always has to look her best no matter the occasion."
"It's just a teen party. There's really nothing to dress up for," I yawned. "Or no one for that matter."
"Oh, you're just being stubborn again. Don't you want to give the girls something to be jealous about? Don't you want the boys to drool over you?"
"No and double no."
Stella walked out of her closet with a short green skirt on. "I think this one's the right one," she decided, twirling around in it. "What do you girls think?"
"Perfect!" we all fake-enthused so Stella would come the fuck on.
"Then it's settled! Let's head out to the party!" declared Stella, "right after I put on my makeup-"
"No!" we all shouted.
"But-"
"C'mon, Stella! At this rate, we're going to miss the party!" pointed out Musa as the rest of us started for the door. "And you know about the Alfea curfew on school nights…"
"I'm actually a little nervous about the party," admitted Flora randomly, playing with her fingers. "I've never been to an all-teen bash before so I really don't know how to act or what to do."
"There's not really a specific way to act," I told her as Stella took advantage of the situation and took out her makeup kit. "As long as you don't drink and get drunk, you should be good. Boys are known to take advantage of girls when they're high." Although I was going to get high tonight, I knew how to protect myself even when I wasn't in my right mind. But innocents like Flora would be a different story.
Flora nodded, looking grateful for the advice. "Alright, now we're ready to party!" I declared, swinging the door open. "Stella, you better come on now or we're leaving your ass. "
"Hold on! Just give me a sec-"
"Later, Stella," called Musa as the rest of us exited the room.
"I've done some more calculations and I believe it is illogical to go to this party," informed Tecna as we walked down the crowded corridor. "We don't know these people or the others they invited."
"That's the point, Tecna. This is a great opportunity for us to make some friends," pointed out Musa, "outside the ones here at Alfea."
"Yeah, and there's alcohol," I added with a small giggle.
"You'd better hope Ms. Griselda won't take a smell test when we get back," teased Musa, shoving me playfully as we descended the stairs. "If you get busted, Griselda could forbid you from leaving campus."
Shit. I didn't think of that. "Don't worry. I won't get caught," I promised them, "I'm an expert at this kind of stuff. I've been sneaking out under my mom's nose for years now." I know, that wasn't something to be proud of. But hey! Girls gotta have fun everyone once in a while.
The five of us stayed silent as walked across campus over to the bus stop outside the gate. We didn't want to risk sneaky Griselda eavesdropping on our plans and reporting us to the headmistress. There were four other girls waiting at the bus stop, all of them dressed in cute skirts and dresses. One of them smiled at us. "Liam's and the guys' party?" she assumed.
"How'd you guess?" teased Musa as she, Bloom, and Tecna took seats on the bench.
Traveling down the dirt road, the public bus rolled to a stop in front of its stop. "Where's Stella? Doesn't she have the address?" I just remembered as the other group boarded the floating vehicle.
"Wait! Here I am! I'm coming!" called Stella's overly familiar voice. The blond was running towards us (how does she do that in high heels?!), waving her arms around as she quickly approached.
"Whew. For a second there, I thought we were screwed," I exhaled in relief as the blond joined us.
"I told you to only give me a second," she teased as we climbed aboard the bus, readying ourselves for a night of fun and adventure.
"I knew I shouldn't have worn heels. These things are killing me already," groaned Bloom as the six of us strolled down the strip of sidewalk. The sun had already set and the moon and stars were casting their glow down on us and the rest of Magix City.
"Oh, stop complaining. A good pair of high heels can make any girl look sexy," insisted Stella, her own heels clicking extra loud against the sidewalk.
"This is a very nice neighborhood," observed Flora, playing with her high ponytail. She was right; impressive, massive mansions aligned both sides of the street, complete with their glistening stone fountains, matching driveways, sculpted curb appeal, and sleek Mercedes-like vehicles parked on the other side of the tall iron gates.
"Eh, I've seen nicer," yawned Stella. We all ignored her typical rich-girl behavior.
I knew the party was huge due to the rows of cars lining the curb on both sides of the street. "I still don't think this is a good idea," spoke up Tecna, taking out her phone again. "I've re-redone the math, and this will all most likely end in flames."
"Oh, lighten up. How can a computer determine stuff like that? It's impossible to calculate our moves before they even happen." Stella didn't Tecna a time to answer. "Well, here we are," she announced as we stopped in front of a lit LA-style mansion. The laughing, shouting, and music was intense even from outside. The princess smoothed out her skirt with her hands. "How do I look?"
"Great," we all droned again, tired of her asking us that same question ever two minutes. While the blond fused with her hair, I impatiently started up the long, steep driveway. I was ready to get my drink on now.
Among the smokers and making-out-against-cars couples, I spotted Riven leaning against one of the driveways, mumbling into his phone. I glanced over my shoulder to see if Musa had noticed, but she was too busy pushing Tecna towards the mansion. I shrugged. All in due time, I guess.
On my way up to the front door, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the shiny side of a shiny sports car. A girl with dark mascara and a high ponytail in a GET-THE-FLUFF-OUTTA-MY-LIFE off-the-shoulder top and torn jeans stared back. I'd really gone for the rebel-without-a-cause look and I apparently did a god job considering Stella said I looked like a witch earlier. Just because I was a fairy didn't mean I had to dress like one. Besides, the purpose of a teen party was to get wild in both attitude and style.
And it was obvious the other guests felt the same way because the second I opened the French doors and walked into the foyer, my eyes were exposed to the trendy-edgy-gothy-stylish-let's-crazy atmosphere around me. While the guys sported painted-on-muscles shirts and exposed their skin in extremely ripped jeans, girls were dressed in fishnets, tight belly shirts, combat boots, edgy skirts, and all the other trend-defying combinations. Stella had been doing all that talk about me when she was the one who was gonna stand out.
But alas, I wasn't here to judge people's clothes. There was only one thing I was interested in. "Where's the soda?" I asked two girls who were hanging out on the stairs, holding plastic red cups filled to the brim.
The one with rainbow hair took a sip of her "soda" and laughed all high and giggly, indicating that wasn't the first round of "soda" she'd had. "In the kitchen right down the hall," she said in a high-pitched British accent. "Betta' hurry before it's all gone, love."
I was so there. Using the plastic-cup holding crowd as my guide, I navigated through the marble corridor until I found the Kardashian-worthy kitchen. The nauseating yet fresh smell of alcohol greeted me and I instantly charged for the kegs and coolers by the table. "Come to mama," I muttered, snatching a plastic cup off the counter and positioning it under the dispenser.
"You don't play," laughed the girl behind me as I held down the nozzle, watching my cup fill up with light brown liquid.
"I haven't had any in weeks," I said, slowly picking up my cup with both hands so it wouldn't spill. "I'm about to get wasted."
I stepped aside so she could get her share of the goods. "Same. It's hard to get high with my stepmother around all the time," she chuckled, dispensing some liquid into her cup. As she did so, I studied her closely (not in a creepy-stalkerish way). With her black hair piled atop her head, ripped black off-the-shoulder THINK BEFORE YOU WEAR PINK shirt, small purple skirt, fishnets, high heels, and pearly earrings, she looked like the forgotten child of forever 21 and the local thrift store.
"I hear ya." I gave her a nod as Stella strolled into the kitchen, arm-in-arm with Liam. I chugged my beer, eyeing the pair as they escaped through the backdoor out into the yard. They certainly hit it off fast. Weird. I thought Liam was into Flora, considering he'd been staring at her boobs earlier.
"Friend of yours?" inquired Think-Before-You-Wear-Pink girl.
I didn't know if she was talking about Stella or Liam, so I just nodded again. "There're lots of dudes out there, but I don't give a fluff about them. All I care is this." The girl held up her now half-empty cup.
"Same here," I replied half-heartedly. But I cared about other things, too. And my friends were one of them. "I'll be right back," I told her, refilling my cup and taking off. The alcohol smell was much stronger in the hallway, making me choke (even after all these years, I still wasn't that used to the smell).
I found Tecna in the living room, conversing with her fellow computer nerds. Meanwhile, Bloom was making shy-girl talk with a few other girls and Musa was hanging around the DJ at his turntables, thumb drumming to his mix. I was in hot search for Flora when I ran into Miller in the rec room, causing me to accidentally splash a little beer on him. "Oops! Oh no, I'm so sorry!" I apologized quickly, looking around for a napkin or something as the beer melted into his boxy plain tee (which made him look very hunky by the way), creating a wet spot.
"No, no. It's okay. This isn't the first time a cute girl spilled something on me," winked Miller, his brown hair falling into his face. While I was trying to determine if that was a dirty joke or something, Miller ran his fingers through his mop. "I'm guessing you like the party," he teased, eyeing my beer-filled cup.
"Yeah," was all I could say as an unusual jittery feeling unsettled in my stomach. What was this sensation I was experiencing? It was so…new to me. "How about you?" I managed to ask, looking down at my sneakers as if suddenly fascinated by them.
"Eh, it's al right." Miller didn't sound so enthusiastic. "I thought I'd get a chance to meet some decent people around here, but everyone I've came across so far is only interested in beer." I suddenly felt guilty for having that very thing in my clutches at the moment. "And sex," he added. I calmed down. "It's just hard to find decent people these days," he went on as the music's bass got louder and more intense.
"I hear ya," I snorted, thinking about my bum-ass white-trash-across-the-street neighbors back in the Real World.
There was a moment of silence as we both stood there, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. "You know, you're pretty," Miller finally said, his serious gaze causing me to do something I rarely did: blush.
"Th-thank you," I stammered, my cheeks burning.
Harry was about to say something more, but a pair of biker chicks bumped into him as they passed. "Why don't we go outside and talk?" suggested Miller, hissing at the mist of motor oil and beer that lingered in their stead.
"Yeah. Sounds great," I nodded, using my free hand to play with my hair. What was wrong with me? Why as I suddenly feeling this way? Was this…love? I instantly felt violated by the beer I held, knowing Miller didn't fare to well with alcohol (which was respectable). That being said, on our course for the kitchen, I left my cup on the first table I saw. Some no-standard was probably going to finish it off for me anyway.
And speaking of beer, what about my breath?! I breathed into my hand and sniffed my palm, paranoid that I had beer breath. Damn, something told me I shouldn't have been drinking. Well, that was a lie, but still!
Once we made it to the kitchen, Miller held the backdoor open for me. "After you," he teased.
"Why thank you." An icy slap of night air greeted me as I stepped out onto the patio and into the grass. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I spotted Liam and Stella flirting with each other on the patio furniture and Flora sitting on the stony ledge of the pool beside Harry, dipping their bare feet in the water as they held hands.
"You know, your eyes remind me of the sun," I heard Liam remark as he playfully tugged on Stella's hair. She giggled in response.
"I knew there was something special about you the second I laid eyes on you," whispered Miller, turning me around and cupping my face in his big hands. I blushed, looking into his brown eyes, which seemed to outshine the moon.
"I…I felt the same way," I admitted. He pulled me closer to him, his warm breath tickling my face. I closed my eyes as our lips neared, readying to share our first kiss-
"Miller! Miller, what are you doing ?"shouted a voice, starling us apart. Everyone in the yawn stopped what they were doing to see a girl with magenta hair standing in the doorway, light from inside pouring outside onto the patio. With hands on her hips, she marched out with two equally pissed girls on her heels. "What are you doing with her?" Magenta Hair yelled at Miller, pointing at me accusingly.
The two other girls stormed past us, one stomping to Stella and Liam while the other to Flora and Harry. My heart raced as realization washed over me. "Get away from my boyfriend!" yelled the one with blue hair, grabbing Stella's hair and yanking her up off the lounge chair beside Liam.
"Hey! What's your problem?!" Stella yelled back, pushing her away.
Oh.
"Harry, what are you doing with this girl?" the third one cried, pointing at Flora.
Hell.
"You little whore! What are you doing touching my man?!" Magenta Hair screamed at me, shoving me.
No. "You fuckers have girlfriends?" I shouted at Miller, shaking Magenta Hair off me as she reached out to pull my hair.
"Babe, it's not what you think," whined Harry as Pink Hair bawled into her hands. Confused and worried, Flora inched away from Harry, grouping up with me and Stella.
"Don't act like you didn't know!" raged Blue Hair, her fiery eyes glowing with hatred and anger. I felt myself heating up as the other guests came outside, crowding around us with eager faces as if expecting a fight.
"We didn't! They didn't tell us anything about you!" Stella shot back at her, becoming defensive. Her hair was messed up, but she was too upset to notice. While Magenta and Blue hair got into an intense verbal battle, I happened to make eye contact with Tecna, who was among the other spectators. She gave me an I-told-you-you-so look and I scowled.
"Please, this is all just a mistake. We didn't know anything about you guys, honesty!" Flora was on the verge of tears. While the three of us were trying to defend ourselves, Miller and his two buddies were just standing by the pool, looking every bit full of themselves. I clenched a fist, sharply inhaling the night air. They played us. They planned this. And we fell for it.
"Don't listen to them! They tried to take advantage of us and our guys!" Blue Hair told Magenta Hair and a still-sobbing Pink Hair.
"It's the other way around, jackass! Your guys played us, too!" I barked at them.
"Shut up! We don't want to hear it anymore! You're going to pay for what you did tonight!" assured Magenta Hair, "let's teach them a lesson, girls." She raised a hand in the air. "Magic Daisy, Animal Power!"
Pink Hair copied her friend's stance, tears streaming down her face. "Magic Lillian, Love Power!"
"Magic Mira, Armor On!"
And right before our eyes, the three girlfriends transformed into their magic forms. While Magenta and Pink Hair were in their fairy forms, Blue Hair was now in some kind of black, lacey stripper outfit with a whip in hand.
"What's she supposed to be?" I asked Stella in a sharp whisper.
"There are different types of magic forms," she hissed back, "the bitch with blue hair is a Warrior Class while her friends are Fairy Class." The blond glanced at Flora then me. "What are we waiting for? Let's show these girls a lesson." Quivering and biting her lip as if trying hard not to cry, Flora shook her head and stepped away. "Flora, what are you doing? Aren't you going to defend yourself?" Stella practically yelled at her.
"No! Th-this is wrong," hiccupped Flora, allowing the tears to flow down her face. Tecna and Bloom hurried over to her and guided her back towards the house, leaving me and Stella with the beasts who wanted to fight us.
"Whatever," spat Stella, "I'm not going to let anyone push me around. Magic Stella, Sun and Moon Power!"
Like her, I was heated and ready to rumble. "Magic Acadia, Wind and Air Power!"
Within seconds, we were in our glittery fairy forms . "It's three against two! You can't win!" laughed Blue Hair (Mira, was it?), swinging her whip in our direction. Fortunately, Stella and I were able to take to the air just in time. As a result, Mira ended up lashed the two trees behind us. They immediately split in half, their tops slowly falling into the pool with a loud splash. Damn. She had a strong arm.
"I won't allow you two to interfere in any girl's love life again!" cried out Lillian, outstretching a hand at Stella. "Mega Heart Meltdown!" She suddenly fired a sugary pink spell at Stella, who dodged it easily. Lillian wasn't stopping there. "Dripping Heartache!" She chucked an identical spell at me, but missed by a long shot. I didn't even have to move—the spell just sailed overhead. Lillian's tears must've been blurring her vision because her aim was way off.
"Lilly, pull yourself together!" barked Mira, who was lashing her whip at Stella so fast, I couldn't even see it. Thankfully, Stella's little wings were carrying her back and forth and side to side, avoiding each lash by a small shot.
"I-I can't! I'm so hurt," sobbed the all-pink fairy, landing on the ground as she wiped away her tears.
"Blue Crystal Attack!" Using both hands, Daisy sent a storm of icicles my way.
"Wind's Protection!" I activated my whispery blue shield just in time, causing all the ice shards to ricochet off it. "Wondrous Wind!" My spell sailed through the shield at Daisy, knocking her off balance. Feeling really pissed off, I hurled another spell at her, causing Daisy to fall to the ground in defeat. I was about to attack her again to finish things off but Mira managed to whip my arm, making me stagger backwards.
"Bitch," I snapped at her, holding my stinging, bleeding arm.
Stella landed in front of me, conjuring a bright spell around her hand. With fire-fueled eyes, she was about to throw it at Mira but hesitated. Instead, she turned around and fired it at Harry, Liam, and Miller. The three flew into the fence in response, causing their "girlfriends" to cry out and rush over to their sides.
Stella inhaled deeply and reverted to her regular state. "Let's go," she whispered, taking my arm and guiding me towards our friends. The crowd parted for us and I could feel all of their eyes on us as we and the rest of the Winx started for the house.
I recalled what Miller said about all the indecent people in the world.
Who would've known he was one of them?
