Author's Note: OH MY GOSH! I've gotten THREE new story alerts since last chapter! And someone asked about that confusing italicized part of last chapter. Hehehe. Sorry, but I can't answer that question right now. That's for another time. Hehe….

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"Would you rather have projectile vomiting or uncontrollable farts?" I questioned, shoulder-leaning on the wall and looking down at the banner Flora was painting on the floor.

"Eh, I'd go with the puking," answered Musa with a yawn, taking a break from her balloon blowing. "At least then people would just think I'm just sick instead of uncommonly gross."

"I wouldn't go with either. Both are beyond disgusting," insisted Stella, holding her chin high and flipping her blond hair over her shoulder (typical blond move, am I right?). We and a few other girls were in the gymnasium, getting ready for the big back-to-school (more like back to the snake pit) ball Alfea was hosting with Red Fountain later tonight. The Winx and I had already gotten over the boys from last night's party, and were back to our usual selves like nothing even happened in the first place. I mean, why cry over lower-than-shit boys anyways? We were better off wailing over spilled milk or something.

"Flora, would you rather fuck a toothbrush or a jar of pickles?" I shot down at the girl, grinning devilishly. We were engaged in a hot game of "Would You Rather?", using it as a distraction to pass the time as we worked on the decorations.

"Q-quit asking me such things! It's very inappropriate!" protested Flora, hanging her head lower so her hair would hide her blush.

Hehe. I loved bullying Flora like this. Not to be mean or anything, but just to observe and laugh at her innocence. It was hard to find such uncorrupted souls these days. And Flora was one of the rare-rare-rare angelic specimens that were only born into the world every five years.

"Then how about we turn the tables, shall we? Cadey, would you rather 'do' Professor Palladium or Professor Wizgiz?" giggled Musa, digging into the plastic bag on the table beside her. She took out a deflated balloon (which kind of looked like my granny's boobs), and began blowing air into it. Flora groaned and Stella laughed out loud.

"Tch! That's a no-brainer!" I snorted, pressing decorative stickers onto the wall. "Palladium! Wizgiz's manhood is probably smaller him."

"Cadey!" gasped Flora, standing up, folding her arms across her huge jugs, and frowning at me. "That's not nice!"

"I know." I pouted, sticking out my bottom lip in a mocking manner. "I shouldn't be hating on small penises. It's not their fault, right? Even though they could always invest in growth supplements-"

"No! That's not what I meant!" Flora stomped her foot, her face turning even redder. Musa and Stella laughed even harder, holding their sides.

"Hmph. Didn't I tell you she was a slut?" went a random voice. We all turned to see Candi standing in the doorway, hands on hips and looking even viler than ever. "All she does is think and talk about sex. So disgraceful."

"Oh, I know you ain't talking," I countered, "at least I'm still a virgin."

"Who are you to tell me I'm not?" snapped Candi, stomping over with a come-at-me-bitch look on her face.

"I saw you at that stupid-ass party last night. Some guy had you pinned against the wall and-"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" blurted out Candi, cutting me off. "You're just making up things again!" She stomped her foot and scowled.

I bent down and reached into Flora's paint bucket, removing the pink-colored paintbrush. "I'm not afraid to use this," I warned, waving it around. Some accidentally flung off the brush, landing on Stella's green top. She gasped in horror. "Oops. My bad," I chuckled.

"Hey! This was one of my favorite tops!' Stella gritted her teeth and her fiery eyes lit up.

"You say that about all of your clothes," I pointed out, not paying attention to her rants. "I got paint on it. So what? Get over it."

"UGH! I'm going to pull your freakin' hair out!" raged Stella, charging at me with her claws ready.

OH SHIT. "What's your problem?!" I yelped as she pounced on me, grabbing my curly hair.

"Tch. Whatevs. I'm out of here," yawned Candi, turning around and leaving while Stella and I cat fought. "You girls are beyond loony." That was a compliment coming from her.

"Guys, guys! There's no reason to fight! Please, calm down!" pleaded Flora as she and Musa hurried over and tried separating us.

"Girl, it's just motherfucking paint! Just wash it off!" I yelled as Stella as Musa pulled me away from her. "It ain't rocket science!"

"Do you know how hard it is to get a stain like this out of pure cotton?" Stella shot back, trying to free herself from Stella's grip and throw herself back at me.

"Guys, guys. It's just a little paint stain. There's no need to fight over something as irrelevant as that," said Musa without interest. "Let's just keep playing the game. Acadia, would you rather eat toothpaste or drink liquid soap?"

"I eat toothpaste anyways, so the first one," I shrugged as we all took seats on the shiny, polished floors. We were almost done decorating the gym; multi-colored streamers and banners were draped across the walls, ornaments-thingies hung from the ceiling, and most of the tables had already been set up. The only thing left to do was hang up the dozen balloons Musa had already blown up.

That being said, we were going to take a break before finishing up. "Flora, would you rather have oral sex or give it?" I asked with a sly giggle.

Flora's face became an even brighter crimson color. "Stop it! You're making me uncomfortable!" she insisted, crossing her arms and looking away. "What kind of question is that anyway?"

She'd totally give it. And from the looks on Musa's and Stella's faces, they knew it too. "Alright, alright. Forget I asked," I said, giving her an eye roll.

Musa clapped her hands together. "Stella, would you rather lick the toilet seat in stall number seven or Griselda's feet after a long nature hike?" she asked, looking even more mischievous than me (if that was even possible).

We all shuddered. Stall #7 was the nastiest, most vile stall in the bathroom upstairs in our wing. No matter how much the janitors scrubbed, the stall was always shittier than a person with diarrhea the next day. And until this day, it's a mystery on how the stall got that disgusting in the first place. No one had even seen anybody use it.

Stella gagged. "If it isn't sexual, it's always disgusting," she muttered under her breath.

"Just answer the question!" exclaimed me and Musa in unison.

"Fine. I think I'd take my chances with stall seven," replied the blond, pulling a compact mirror out of thin air and holding it up to her face. We all hummed our agreements. "And two can play at that game, Musa! You wanna get dirty, then fine! Let's get dirty. Would you rather swim in a pool of vomit or dog duty?"

I choked on my own spit and Flora sighed with disgust. "Eh, vomit for sure. Dog poop is literally has one of the worst smells on the planet. At least puke comes through the mouth instead of the back of a puddle's butt."

"Can't you people ask normal questions for once?" groaned Flora, facepalming.

"Hey, that's the risk you took when you played with us," I pointed out playfully. And to be honest, she literally couldn't have chosen a worse trio. Musa, Stella, and I were all the "fire" to the Winx Club, while Bloom, Tecna (I think), and Flora were the sweet ones.

"Cadey, would you rather be the funniest or the smartest person in the room?" inquired Flora, turning around on her butt to face me.

"Well, I'm already both," I insisted with a snort, "but if I had to go with just one, I'd stick with the funniest. Brains are all good, but laughter is even better. I mean, smarts ain't everything. Besides, why do I need to be the smartest when we already have Tecna?" Laughter was the best medicine around. It might not've cured diseases, but it could relive ANY pain. "Musa, would you rather have three super-sweet kids and a shitty husband or a sterile but loving husband?" I threw at the Japanese (who whatever ethnicity she was) girl.

"I'd go with the kids and the shitty husband," responded Musa instantly, "I could always divorce the husband anyway. Besides, I don't sweat men."

Yeah. She's saying that now. But when Riven comes around, she'd definitely be signing a different tune for sure.

"Flora, would you rather win 90,000 dollars or let your BFF win 900, 000?" asked Musa, criss-crossing her legs.

"That depends. Which BFF?" asked Flora with a sweet smile.

"Bloom."

"Then I'd let her win 900,000. She'd need the money more than me. And Bloom's sweet, so she'd probably share some with me. Now if you said Stella, I'd rather win 90,000."

"Hey! I'm sitting right here, ya know!" grumbled the princess.

"Oh come on, Stella! You're already loaded, so you wouldn't need that money," I mentioned, knitting my eyebrows.

"Whatever."

"Stella, would you rather have twelve kids and all the money in the world or no kids and no money at all?" asked Flora, tilting her head at Stella with a curious look. We weren't really playing the game in order of our seat arrangements, so we were just throwing questions at each other randomly.

"Twelve kids and all the money in the world. If I had that much money, I could just ship them off to classy private school or something," yawned Stella.

Whoa. Harsh, man. But what did I expect from somewhere like Stella? I just hoped no child was going to be cursed with her as their mother. And I think Musa and Flora were praying so, too.

"Cadey, would you rather always speak what's on your mind or never speak again?" was Stella's question as she yawned again and stretched out on the floor.

"I always speak what's on my mind anyway, so the first one. I'd just give up on life if I couldn't talk ever again. Who'd insult and humiliate Candi in my place?" I asked, mocking sadness. "Flora, would you rather have diarrhea-" Everyone groaned and I rolled my eyes. "During your wedding ceremony or during your wedding night?"

"Wedding night. I wouldn't mess up my wedding dress then," answered Flora quietly. I tried imagining Flora during hers and Helia's wedding with a huge brown stain on the back of her dress. That made me laugh out loud.

"I'd personally go with the wedding ceremony. If I had diarrhea at night, I'd be too busy squirting into a toilet instead of getting it off with my new husband," I informed matter-of-factly.

"Of course you would. Once again, you prove to have little to no decency," speculated Stella kind of rudely, sitting up and using her magic to summon a hairbrush into her grasp. I ignored her.

"Stella, would you rather have taste buds in your butthole or poop through your mouth?" asked aloud Musa to my defense.

I laughed even louder. "How would that even work?" I wondered aloud, "would you have to bend over and shove food into your asshole?" I got on my knees and pressed on my butt as a demonstration. Musa cracked up, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Ugh! You and Acadia are one of a kind," hissed Stella at Musa and then at me. "But if you must know, I would rather poop through my mouth." She crossed her arms and held her chin high with embarrassment. I choked on air and Musa laughed even harder, holding her stomach and falling onto her backside. "Quit laughing! Both are equally disgusting, but if I absolutely had to go with one, I'd poop through my mouth. At least I'd be able to feel it and get out sight so no one would have to see me."

"Wait. So would that mean you'd have to bend over the toilet with your mouth hanging open?" I joked with realization between a laugh, "what if a piece of shit fell in with a splash and some toilet water got into your mouth?"

Musa rolled around the gym with hysterical laughter, kicking her feet and waving her arms around. Flora just stood there, her face twisting with laughter (though it was obvious she was struggling to hold it in). The other girls who were finishing up the decorations gave us weird looks. Stella's face turned red, but Musa and I didn't give a shit. We just kept laughing like deranged lunatics until our sides started to hurt.

"Okay, okay. We get it. Let's just get on with it," snapped Stella, avoiding all the weird looks we were getting. "Cadey, would you rather be a genius without money or a fool with money?"

"I'd be a stupid-ass with money," I insisted after calming down, "at least then, my intelligence level would classify with the rest of the worlds'. And I would be able to hit up the bar every single night. Nonstop margaritas all freakin' night, baby!"

"Cadey, would you feel worse if no one showed up to your wedding or funeral?" Musa smiled evilly at me.

"Funeral. If they didn't come to my wedding, I'd know it was because they had to work or just didn't give a shit. But if they didn't show up to my funeral, I'd know they really didn't give a shit. Besides, how the fuck would I know if someone came to my funeral or not if I'm dead? My body would already be a lifeless hunk of meat by then." Okay, it was time to hit Flora up again! "Flora, would you prefer it if someone walked in on you having sex or you walked in on one of us having sex?"

"That's it! I'm done playing!" declared Flora, standing up and pressing her lips together.

"Okay, okay! I'll ask you decent questions! I promise!" I reassured, reaching up and grabbing her arm before she could storm out. "Just please don't go!" Flora sighed and sat back down. "Alright, forget that last thing I asked. Would you rather have a fancy house in a poor neighborhood or a shitty house in a rich neighborhood?" I wanted to overwhelm her with more dirty questions, but a promise was a promise.

Flora stared up at the ceiling as if in deep thought. "Hmm….." she mused.

"I'd rather have a fancy house in a poor neighborhood," spoke up Stella, flipping her hair over her shoulder (seriously, though. Does your hair feel THAT good?). "It'd have to be my private home though, because I wouldn't want friends to see what garbage of neighborhood I lived in."

"Not trying to stereotype or anything but poor neighborhoods usually have a lot of crime. And being in a nice house, you'd be the target," considered Musa.

"And if you had a shitty house in a rich neighborhood, you'd have to deal with the spoiled-ass neighbors' criticism and rich-people standards," I threw in, "and since society favors those with money, they could probably get you kicked out or something."

"In that case, I'd have a nice house in a poor neighborhood," decided Flora with a smile, "just because my neighbors might have less money than me wouldn't mean they're criminals. Besides, I could always install a security system just in case." We all seconded our agreements. "Stella, would you rather die before or after your future husband?"

Stella didn't even have to think about Flora's question. "Easy. After. That way, I could find someone else who's probably better," she responded. We all stared at her but didn't say a thing. She'd think otherwise in the future. Trust me. "Okay, Musa. Your go. Would you rather sleep with a stranger or clean Griselda's-"

"Clean Griselda's what?" asked Griselda, suddenly appearing in the doorway. With her clipboard in hand and stern expression, she looked like she could take us all out with one swipe of her claw.

We all startled to our feet. "Uh, nothing! Nothing at all!" laughed Stella nervously, "um, we finished the decorations! How do you like them?"

Griselda narrowed her eyes at us and adjusted her glasses. "They're fine," she said after a moment of an intense staring. "You girls better hurry and help your classmates with the other preparations so you'll be ready for tonight."

"Yes, ma'am!" we all chimed in unison. Immediately after, we all raced past her and into the house, giggling with nervous energy. We'd almost been caught. Somehow, even though she didn't finish her sentence, I kind of knew what Stella was about to say.

I'll give you a hint: it had something to do with what I found in Griselda's room that night of Truth or Dare. Hehehe….


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I was sneaking through the dark halls of Alfea like a ninja moving stealthy in the shadows. Well, not exactly like that but I was doing a good job of staying quiet. Night had come and everyone was at the ball. Well, everyone except me and Bloom. At this moment, the redhead should've been coming back from a shopping trip. And meanwhile the Trix were lurking through the hall in search of Stella's ring since Alfea was snubbing their school.

And since I had knowledge our their plans, I was aiming to find them and put an end to their schemes before they found they cursed the magical eggs the Specialists were supposed to be handing out to the girls. I'm so smart.

I would've gone shopping with Bloom earlier but I got into a bathroom fight with Candi and you already know how that turned out. ANYHOO-

"This is so convenient. There's no one in the hall," said a distant voice. I froze. They were close. Very close. I pressed myself against a wall until I saw a light streak down the corridor, a sign the Trix were using a flashlight to navigate through my school. That and they were about to discover my hiding place.

"Not so fast, witches!" I declared, jumping out of the shadows and pointing straightforward. The girl in front of me startled, nearly dropping her flashlight. My mouth dropped open at the sight of her. She had brown hair, big brown arms, and a book tucked under arm. Okay, she was not the Trix. "Oops! Sorry, I thought you were someone else," I explained quickly, suddenly feeling very foolish.

The girl smiled. "Oh, it's okay. I didn't really want to go to the ball, so I'm trying to find someplace quiet where I can read," said the girl.

"Try the library. No one goes in there regardless, so it should really be abandoned now," I suggested.

"Oh, that's right. I'll head there right now. Thanks a lot!" The girl gave me one more smile before turning around and making course for the library. I sighed in relief and started in the opposite direction. For a second there-

I walked in to straight into something fleshy, causing me to immediately jump back. "Hey! Watch it!" snarled Icy, shining her flashlight in my face. Shit. Now they decided to show up.

"Hey! Isn't that the one who tried fighting us the other day?" hissed Stormy, squinting her eyes at me.

Whoops. Time to work my magic. "Magic Acadia, Wind Power!" I shouted, holding my hand in the air. Within seconds, I was in my glittery fairy form. "Alright! I was going easy on you before but not this time!" I bluffed, getting into position.

"Let's hurry up and get rid of her. We have a job to do," scowled Darcy.

Stormy aimed a magenta lightning bolt at me, but I dodged just in time. "Wondrous Wind!" I shouted, aiming my signature blue spell at Icy.

"Shard Shield." A shield made of icicles appeared before Icy, absorbing my spell. "Ha. You're still weak," she taunted as her shield cracked and exploded into snowflakes.

Okay, it was time to try again. "Wondrous Wind!" I threw my most powerful attack at her again.

The witch simply ducked and the spell sailed overhead. Shit. "C'mon, sisters. Let's go ahead and finish her," announced Icy. Darcy and Stormy appeared at her side and they all glowed with magic.

Oh SHIT.

"Storm of Illusions and Ice!" they all shouted, outstretching their hands at me. Pure dark energy emerged from them and I turned to run. But just as I was about to proceed down the hallway, I felt the spell hit me in the back with the force of a Mack truck.

And then, everything went dark.


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When I awoke, I was laying on the ground in the same spot I fell in. "Shit!" I cursed, managing to rise to my feet. The taste of blood was strong inside my mouth, but I was too worried to notice it.

Thankfully, my wings weren't damaged so I was able to make them to lift me off my feet. Swearing under my breath, I flittered down the hall all the way to the gym. "Guys!" I blurted, flying into the room. Though my whole body was aching like hell, I chose to ignore that also.

My classmates and the Specialists were too busy socializing to notice me, but I luckily spotted my friends in the corner by the punch bowl. "Yo! Guys!" I called, flying over and landing beside Bloom. From the looks of her dress, I could already tell the Trix were long gone.

"Acadia! Where have you been? Why are you bleeding?" cried out Flora in alarm, eyeing my arm.

"I ran into the Trix," I said simply, "they knocked me out."

"Well, you don't have to worry about them anymore. We fooled them into leaving Alfea," said Stella with an arrogant snort, not really looking that concerned for me.

"And I finally transformed!" enthused Bloom.

I nodded slowly, my brain taking it all in. It looked like everything worked out just fine without my help. Maybe interfering with the story plot wasn't such a good idea after all….