To be perfectly honest, I was beginning to have second thoughts about Sir Sparklalot. He just didn't look terribly reliable, all soft and floppy like that. Plus, he was awfully pink and fluffy.
I had sat him on my bed, showered, had dinner, and came back to the room to prepare for the debrief meeting. There wasn't anything in particular for me to prepare, but I did find my homework printed out in a folder on the dresser.
I forgot about the homework due tomorrow. T.T. Darn Marcus and his efficiency at sending me missed homework! Grrr....
Tomorrow's Monday! Nooo!!!! I don't want to go to school! I wish I could skip this part of my life and jump into adulthood already!
Said me with the pink fluffy unicorn on my bed, untouched homework, and a phone which, as far as I was concerned, had the uncanny ability to pick itself up from wherever I had left it hours ago, charge itself, and apparently answer all my texts and notifications on my behalf.
Why couldn't I hurry up and grow up?
I was absolutely sure that I would kill as an adult. Well, not literally (unless it were a bad rogue or vampire or rat), but I was going to rock adulthood! I would be the type who would kick butt in high heels, wear red lipstick and sunglasses, and have black lace underwear and low-cut blouses that showed just a bit of cleavage, because I was totally going to have cleavage.
But most importantly, I would be the kind of adult who would be cool. And when I said something, everyone would be serious and agree cos they would know I was the type of wolf who knew what I was talking about.
If I were an adult, I would drive a cool car and check my cool phone, which would keep me on top of everything because, as a busy and successful adult, I would naturally be organized and creative, and resourceful, and I would know the answer to everything.
I'll also be super independent. I'll have my own credit card, and I'll drive the kids out to town and buy them ice cream with it.
And even though I was the most kick-ass sexy beauty on the face of the whole continent (because I would know how to do my hair, match my clothes, and apply makeup as an adult), everyone would know I was the strongest, wisest, fiercest Alpha there had ever lived. And nobody would dare to ignore or disrespect me ever again.
All I needed to do was to become an adult.
Until then those who didn't have it, fake it. Maybe teenhood was more of a fake it until you make it thing. (Where making it meant becoming a real grown up.)
And since it has been proven without a doubt that I was incapable of being grown-up atm, I would just have to fake it harder than most.
Yes, in all my 15-year-old wisdom, that was my plan. I grabbed my bag from today. Killion hadn't unpacked and put it away yet. I'd need to return the screwdriver I "borrowed" from the supplies closet room, hopefully without any of my betas finding out. I mean, I was all geared up to check the traps earlier, but apparently it was supposed to be the Gamma's job.
I couldn't quite explain it, but I felt a little embarrassed about doing something so unnecessary. Did I not trust Ben and Jonah enough?
I stuffed the trap manual back in the undiscovered pocket of my lucky vest. The pocket was inside the vest, and that was my only explanation as to why Killion, the nanny to my things, had not found and filed it yet.
By the time Killion knocked on the door to accompany me to the conference room, I had gotten properly dressed in my most grown-up pair of black joggers and a completely plain and unfunny black hooded T-shirt. I coolly slid the phone into the side pocket of my joggers. Oh yeah. I'm so adult.
And no, I didn't try to use red lipstick, nor did I wear shades indoors at night. I may be immature, but I wasn't that desperate or delusional. I also did not own these items.
Now I have a new problem. After making this much effort to look grown-up and mature, there was no way I was going to be caught dead carrying my pink fluffy unicorn around.
I felt a little guilty to even think this, but maybe I should have taken the zebra instead. (But don't tell Sir Sparklalot I thought so!) Why did I have to feel guilty about hurting the feelings of a TOY unicorn? I blame Toy Story 2. Don't watch Disney movies; it messes with your head.
"Goddess, we have to leave now," Killion said from behind the closed door. I opened the door because as much as it's cool and respectful that he was honoring my private space, it was really irritating to speak to someone without looking at the person.
"I can't bring him." I lowered my voice to tell Killion.
Killion looked to my bed. "Who? Luna Bell is here?"
I shook my head. "No, him."
Killion looked at Sir Sparklalot. "The pony?"
"He's a unicorn," I corrected automatically.
"Ah, and this unicorn is male?" Killion turned Sir Sparklalot over as if to check his gender.
I punched Killion in the arm. "That's rude!"
Killion grinned. "I feel quite sure Sir Sparklalot is a female unicorn."
"Oh yeah, what makes you say that?" I challenged.
Killion paused a moment. He looked like he did not want to answer, and then he smiled when he thought of another answer to offer. "She's pink."
I shook my head. "Don't judge him by his color!"
"My mistake." Killion conceded. "May I know why you can't bring him along, goddess?"
I tried to think of an excuse, preferably a grown-up one. "He doesn't match my outfit."
Yeah, that was the best I could come up with.
Killion looked completely nonplussed. I got the feeling that this was not an expression he showed a lot of people.
Finally, he picked up Sir Sparklalot and tucked the pink thing under his arm. "Then, will it be alright if I carry him, Alpha?"
The sight of the impeccably dressed Killion, hair swept back and in his perfectly pressed navy blue suit and wingtip shoes, accessorizing with a pink, fluffy, sparkly unicorn under his arm made me smile. Hahaha.
"Yeah, he matches your outfit perfectly."
Killion's smile bloomed like a flower toward the sun. "Thank you for the compliment, goddess."
As we made our way to the conference room, I watched Sir Sparklalot's pink tail swinging left and right from behind Killion's arm. I sniggered at how ridiculous it looked and wondered how my other two betas were going to take to Sir Sparklalot.
Fortunately for my betas, Sir Sparklalot would be spending the rest of his life on my bed, so it's not like they would have to carry him to school or anything devastating to their cool factor like that. Pity.