Honestly I didn't expect Cute girl to agree to come home with me. I mean she didn't have any reason to. I wanted to assume that she only wanted company, but the less stupid part of my mind told me there was something more.
We walked out of school together. Naturally, this attracted a lot of stares and a lot of stink eyes, although I didn't see why. We walked out of school in silence, and then just outside the gate, I received a text from my mum.
"Hey Diddypums (I hated that name). How was school? I have to see Dr. Phil so I'm going to be home late. Five maybe, until then, the fridge is yours. Xoxo"
Ok, that was awesome. But you know what wasn't awesome? I and Cute-girl had been walking for ten minutes and none of us had said a word. She was intimidating.
The silence was really awkward and I had to muster the courage to say:
"Uh-duh."
"What was that?" she asked
"I said umm. You heard about the amazon girl?"
~Real smooth Dylan. Real smooth.~
"Who?"
"You haven't heard about the girl who turned down seven guys already?" I asked
~Why did I say that?~
"Oh. Her." Cute girl chuckled. "Yeah I have. I kinda like her."
Did she know I had turned down five girls already? I hoped she liked guys who were jerks. Ok I admit I'm a jerk. But it's not my fault. I just wasn't ready for prom. At least I told them I was sorry after turning them down.
We talked about a few more stuff before I found myself at cute girl's front door. Her house had a marble staircase with rails that led to the glass door. It seemed simple enough but everything was so white I thought if I stared too much I'd go blind.
She had a really nice lawn—on both sides of the staircase—decorated with Greek and Roman statues.
"Whoa! This is your house?" I exclaimed
"Stop acting like yours isn't nicer." She requited
~How does she know that?~
It was true I had a nicer house so I decided to play along.
"Why do you think so?
"Uh, you live in Lix Street." She answered almost immediately.
~Is she stalking me?~
That's impossible. Although the fact that I lived on Lix Street was enough reason to think I had a nicer house. Lix Street was a three-time award winner for streets with the most beautiful houses.
"Yeah, I do but trust me, it's over rated."
"If you say so. But if anyone is able to live comfortably on lix Street they must have some serious cash. Where does your dad work?"
"Well I've never really met my parents. I've been adopted for as long as I can remember."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know." Cute girl said sounding awkward.
"It's okay, really. After a while, I learnt not to care so much about most things. Plus I consider myself lucky. Not too many people can boast of having adopted parents who seem to love them."
Cute girl laughed awkwardly and then I got an idea. I still wish I had died before I did this.
"About prom," I said
"What about it?" She asked
"Umm, who's your date?"
"Well, no one really. A lot of guys have asked though, but I wasn't interested in any of them.
My heart fluttered
~A lot of guys have asked…~
"Ok. I never got your name though."
"Oh it's Mckayla."
"Ok Mckayla, would you…wait Mckayla as in the Mckayla?"
(Remember Mckayla is the name of the girl who had turned down more dates than me)
She laughed. "Well it depends on what 'the Mckayla' did."
"Seven guys?"
"Oh," she chuckled. "Yeah I'm the Mckayla. Though I have to say amazon girl is a cool name."
Cue the dramatic music
I masked my sudden nervousness with laughter and tried changing the topic.
"So let me guess your dad's a pilot and your mum's a doctor."
"No. Actually my dad owns his tech industry and my mum settled for teaching."
"Ok umm…that's nice."
"Nice try Dylan, but don't change the subject. You were about to ask me something."
"Was I?" I said desperately trying to stay cool.
"Right before you asked if I was the Mckayla."
"Oh…that. It's not important."
"You can tell me Dylan I'm not gonna eat you."
I wanted to say she had done worse to seven guys already; but I didn't so that she wouldn't—you know—eat me.
"Well it was more like a question." I finally said.
"Yeah?"
I inhaled deeply. "Okay, could you be my date to prom?"
Mckayla's expression didn't change. It was almost like she had expected this for about a year now. She only adjusted her glasses and seemed to be in deep thought.
I didn't know why, but my heart suddenly started racing and I couldn't breathe. After about a minute or an eternity, Mckayla said,
"Why not."
~What kind of answer is why not?~
"Why not?" I asked
"I mean, yes Dylan, I'll be your date."
To be honest, I don't know why I asked her out. Was it because of what Miss Susan had said or was I...no, that's not possible.
I glanced at my watch: four-thirty. I had thirty minutes to get home. So I said anything you can say after you score a date with an amazon, said goodbyes and got her phone number. I promised to text her when I got home about—you know—prom stuff.
Walking home didn't take long. I had barely walked ten minutes, and I could already see my house at the end of a winding street. It was beautiful in every sense.
I don't think the description is important, but I'll spare you details. My house was a duplex shaped like a bungalow. Weird? Yes. Beautiful? Double yes. It had a nice front lawn with paths in between and a marble fountain at the center.
I knocked on the gate which opened two seconds later after a buzzing sound. I then had to carry out a hand scan, iris scan and probably even my hair scan before I could open the front door.
Did I forget to mention my mum was over protective? I did, didn't I? Anyway, I hated the whole security routine. I had persuaded my mum a million times to dial it down a notch but she only responded by adding one more security detail. She kept on saying she had her reasons, and of course she never mentioned those reasons.
I had gotten home early enough. Good thing my mum was always busy; she wouldn't approve me getting home this late. I glanced at my watch; it was about a quarter to five. Fifteen minutes was enough to make the home seem like I had had an afternoon with Frenchmen from 1789. (History assignment remember?).
I made for my room, climbing the usual marble staircase. I had barely mounted the fifth step when I saw someone on the landing. She had clearly seen me first and she looked miffed.
"Dylan Danvers."
I was in serious trouble.
"Hey mum, I can explain." I said holding up my arms
"Explain why you're late?" said a voice from behind.
I looked round and saw my mother. Huh? I looked back up she was also there. At this point I questioned my sanity and asked myself a couple of questions;
1) Was I crazy?
2) How could she be in two places at once?
3) Did mum have a twin?
4) How could she forget to mention she had a twin?
5) Was this her idea of a joke?
Just then, my phone chimed. I had received a text.
"Hey Diddypums (did I mention I hated when she called me that?) I'm done with Dr. Phil but something else came up. I promise it won't take long. I'll be home soon and we'll have your favorite for dinner. Lots of love from mum."
~What the f*ck is going on?~
I had watched enough cartoons and movies to understand what exactly was going on here. I had lost my mind. That or, this was some sort of prank. I was almost tempted to say "Good one mum. So about dinner…"
Almost.
"What was that?" the mum at the top of the stairs asked gesturing at my phone. In other for you to understand what happens next, I'll call her Mum A and the mum at the foot of the stairs, Mum B.
"Oh that was a reminder to play Hero Legends by five." I lied.
"Oh okay then." Mum A said
That was my first test. If that was really my mum she would have scolded me and denied me TV privileges for a week. But she, whoever that was just said okay. I had one more test though.
"Yeah. Mum you didn't tell me you had a twin."
"Oh you mean Marge, well she's been off for a while and I've never seen a reason to tell you."
"Okay. But how did she get past security?"
"I led her through. She phoned the moment she got to Lix street."
"Cool." I said. "But this security stuff is a little bit tedious. Don't you think we should erase one or two processes?"
"That's not a bad idea." She said almost immediately. This was what I'd been waiting for. Mum wouldn't even consider reducing security if I gave her the eyes. (Call me a baby all you want. All I know is that the eyes always work—unless, we're dealing with security.)
I didn't know exactly why, but I knew whoever was up there, wasn't my mother. So guess what I did. If you said I raced downstairs, pushed Mum B out of the way, ran into the kitchen, locked every entrance and probably swallowed the keys? Then you're darn right.
My heart raced as I thought of what to do next. I couldn't call the police and tell them my fake mum and her evil sidekick twin, broke into my house and were trying to kill me. They'll think I'm a prank caller and I'll probably end up in juve which suddenly seemed a better option than dying.
Anyway, I had one last option—Miss Susan. I know, I said I was never going to call her but she had clearly said I should call if I'm in trouble or in an emergency. This was clearly both. I took out my phone...
"Hello?" said a voice from the other end.
"Hello Miss Susan, its Dylan. Help, I'm…"
BOOM!!!
My fake mum and her evil twin had blown the main door to the kitchen and strolled in like they owned the place. How did they even get explosives? The shock wave had causes me to drop my phone.
"Dylan Danvers..." Mum A said except she didn't look like Mum A. She looked exactly like what you would expect from a cross between my mum and a Spanish bull fighter. Her hair was a mixture of blond and black. Her fingers were getting bigger and her chest smaller but wider.
She was even starting to get serious biceps and half her face had a funny moustache.
"Ahh! You're not my sister!" Mum B screamed then she laughed. "Just kidding."
Her transformation was a lot more disgusting. She even had to take off her shoes, cuz her feet were too big for it and that was something seeing as my actual mum had large feet. Anyway, they completed their transformation in about 5 seconds.
Mum A was now a bulky guy with a Spanish accent, black hair and a really funny moustache.
Mum B however, was probably that wrestler's twin. What was his name again?—Great Khali. I mean the guy was tall. He had short black hair but I could easily picture him crushing people's skulls and looking ugly.
"How long did you think you could hide from us guardian?" Mum A now Spanish guy asked.
Hide? And did he just call me guardian? None of this made sense. All I knew was I needed to stall—keep them talking for help to arrive. If help was coming.
"Who are you guys?" I asked
Great Khali's twin (I'll just call him Great Khali) gasped. "What are you talking about, we are nightmares of course."
Nightmares? Neh, didn't ring a bell. The only nightmares I knew involved Mr. Gill and history tests. So I said:
"Huh?"
"What?!" Great Khali was definitely miffed I didn't know who he was.
"To be honest guardian," Spanish Guy intervened. "I don't know why you're playing dumb and I wonder why the Zarden thought you'd be safer living amongst humans."
Zarden? What were these guys talking about? Plus I had been called Guardian twice now. There was no harm in stalling and asking for answers at the same time. So I said:
"Umm, I've one more question. What exactly am I guarding? By guardian do you mean like I'm saving the galaxy with Quill, Gamora and Raccoon?"
(Sorry Drax I might have forgotten to mention you). That did it though. Great Kali lunged at me, but he was held back by Spanish Guy.
"No need to lose our temper now Maxwell." Then he turned to me.
"Honestly I don't know what you're guarding but I think Quill and Gamora, whoever they are would be better off without you. Anyway, play time is over we're nightmares and our master wants you alive."
Good news? I was needed alive.
Bad news? Two psychos needed me alive.
"Umm wait wait..."
"No more stalling guardian." Spanish Guy said as he walked towards me. "We've got a tight schedule."
At those words I knew it was all over so guess what I did....