My Teenage Dream' Chapter 3
"Woah, guys! Raven?" Charles asked as he was cornered by his cousin and her best friend. He had tried his level best to prevent them from dragging him into the Frost mansion, but in vain.
"No, no, no! You don't get to ask questions, Xavier," Raven said. "Just answer her," she pointed to Emma Frost, and pushed Charles down into a big plush chair.
Charles audibly swallowed. True, he knew Raven and Emma from his childhood days, but sometimes Frost scared him. Some even said that she was the Snow queen, straight out from Narnia, but that was just saying. He gathered up his courage, trying to be resolute. If he didn't get any answers, he wouldn't give either. At least, try not to, he thought as Emma's cold gaze pierced his.
"So, Charles, sweetheart, how many girlfriends did you have?" Emma asked, leaning onto his chair.
"Um, what?" Charles asked, "what's that got to do with anything?"
"No questions, Charles!" Raven interrupted. "Answer!"
"Erm...fine! Sin 0 degrees," he answered, smugly. Finally, some use of studying trigonometry.
"What? That's not fair!" Raven exclaimed. "No, Charles, no mathematics here. Just tell me quickly." But Charles shook his head, crossing his arms around him.
"Relax, Raven. I know that," Emma interrupted, smiling devilishly.
Charles' smile faltered, but maybe, just maybe, Emma was kidding. Why would she know trigonometry after all?
"Because duh, I had had Trigonometry 101 as well, remember?" Emma answered, almost telepathically.
Oh. Well, at least Raven didn't have to know that.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" Emma asked, leaning closer to Charles' face. "How many boyfriends, Charles?"
Charles blushed, but he wasn't sure whether it was because of Emma's proximity or because of the question. How did she-?
The question must have showed on Charles' face, (or maybe Emma was really telepathic,) because soon Emma answered with a click of her tongue, saying, "oh c'mon Charles. I know everything about everyone...so. How many boyfriends?"
"Cos 90 degrees?" Charles offered weakly.
"Hmmm okay," she said, calculating, while Raven gave a frustrated glare. Then Emma dragged his cousin to the corner, saying 'we need to finalize the plan, and there was some whisperings and shrieking and are you sure about this and OhMyGod really?Then Emma confidently strutted back to Charles, and Raven followed.
"Now sweetie, we need you to strip," Emma ordered, and with a "what, are you crazy?" that was few octaves too high, Charles ran for the door. He was blocked by a young man, dressed in professional clothes. Charles pleaded him, but the man simply carried him back to the plush chair.
"Oh, thank you Jack," Emma nodded to the butler. Then she ordered him to strip off Charles's clothes. Another maid joined him, holding down Charles.
"This is preposterous!" Charles shrieked, "Raven!"
"Sorry, Charles," Raven gave an apologetic smile. "But that sweater has to go. Seriously, it's big enough to fit two people."
"Ooh, I bet that's what you planned for Erik,did you not Charles?" Emma asked, and watched the blush physically paint Charles' ears and neck.
"What?" He asked, turning away.
"C'mon, someone's got the hots for Erik Lehnsherr, has he not?" Raven asked, wriggling her eyebrows.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Charles stammered. "Why are you doing this?"
"Listen Xavier," Emma said, leaning close again. "It's because of you I've passed in tortures known as chemistry and physics in middle school. Now I want to return the favour, organising what you call you social life. So please shut up, and let my team do their work."
Charles knew he was missing something, but he somehow felt that it wasn't important right now. Instead there were more pressing issues. "Team?" He asked.
Emma nodded, waving her hand to let her team in. "Charles, you've already met Jack and Suzy," she said, pointing to the two assailants-slash-domestic helpers, who
had held him down, stopping him from escaping. "Meet Andrea and Sam, my grooming team, Rose from hair dressing, and Ben, my designer. Now sit back and relax, and let my team work on you," she said as Sam tilted back Charles' chair, inspecting his client.
Minutes passed by, and soon, the left wing of the Frost mansion was filled up with busy noises. Among the occasional buzzing of blow-driers and razors, and some out of rhythm song that Charles did not recognise, there was, of course, arguments and screaming as well.
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"But I have to um...you know! Go to my tutions!"
"No."
"Can I go to the washroom?"
"No."
"I'm hungry?"
"Shut up, Charles."
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"Can we dye your hair blonde?"
"What! Get away from me!"
"Hmm...maybe black?"
"Raven, take this, this thing away from me!"
"That's okay, Rose. Maybe some reddish highlights?"
"Hey! I'll... I'll murder you."
"I'd say blue."
"No one asked, Emma!"
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"No! Don't cut them!"
"Shut up Charles, you look like a sheepdog!"
"But, my hair-"
"Nope. Now, stop squirming!"
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"Yeowch!! Why do you have to wax my arms again?"
"Ah, so that you look like a model."
"But Andrea, I don't want to look like a model."
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"Uh, Emma, can you please, please stop Ben from touching me everywhere?"
"But I'm just taking the measurements, Sir."
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"No, what? NO! I'm sorry, but I'm really afraid of putting anything into my eye. Nope, sorry, I just can't...hey what are you all-geAhh!"
Charles cried as he was literally held down by three people, Ben almost straddling him to put the lens in.
"I'll call the police, and file a case against you. All of you," Charles warned, feeling exhausted.
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"What do you think, Raven, leather jackets or sweatshirt?"
"What? Not shirtless, Emma?"
"Hmm...That's a brilliant idea!"
"What?"
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"Great job team, this is the best of you guys! Seriously, I love you all," Emma said, as her team left. Raven stood there, adoring her cousin, while Charles tried to recognise the reflection staring back from the mirror.
The truth was, Erik was a childhood friend of Emma's. Though they didn't hang out presently, they still were good friends indeed. The kind who met up once in a while, talked about stuff.
Erik might not have directly told about Charles, but Emma knew that Lehnsherr liked Charles, (hello, Miss Gossip award?)
Before, Emma wasn't sure why, but now, as she scrutinised Charles's new look, she understood the attraction of the blue eyes and red lips. Erik, like Charles, had helped out Emma more than once. So why not return the favour? Plus, Raven was her best friend, and she knew Charles. And the way Charles blushed each time they talked about Erik, she knew that Charles felt the same. (Oh, and Raven had confirmed that too.)
And, who didn't like a cheesy romance once in a while? Maybe what Charles lacked was confidence. Emma thought that maybe if she changed his looks, people would accept him more, let him mingle with them, let him open up.
She knew her plan was gonna work. Now all she had to do, was wait for tomorrow.
Notes: sin 0 = cos 90 = 0
...just sharing the nerdiness of the joy called mathematics *makes puking noises*
"No, no, no! You don't get to ask questions, Xavier," Raven said. "Just answer her," she pointed to Emma Frost, and pushed Charles down into a big plush chair.
Charles audibly swallowed. True, he knew Raven and Emma from his childhood days, but sometimes Frost scared him. Some even said that she was the Snow queen, straight out from Narnia, but that was just saying. He gathered up his courage, trying to be resolute. If he didn't get any answers, he wouldn't give either. At least, try not to, he thought as Emma's cold gaze pierced his.
"So, Charles, sweetheart, how many girlfriends did you have?" Emma asked, leaning onto his chair.
"Um, what?" Charles asked, "what's that got to do with anything?"
"No questions, Charles!" Raven interrupted. "Answer!"
"Erm...fine! Sin 0 degrees," he answered, smugly. Finally, some use of studying trigonometry.
"What? That's not fair!" Raven exclaimed. "No, Charles, no mathematics here. Just tell me quickly." But Charles shook his head, crossing his arms around him.
"Relax, Raven. I know that," Emma interrupted, smiling devilishly.
Charles' smile faltered, but maybe, just maybe, Emma was kidding. Why would she know trigonometry after all?
"Because duh, I had had Trigonometry 101 as well, remember?" Emma answered, almost telepathically.
Oh. Well, at least Raven didn't have to know that.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" Emma asked, leaning closer to Charles' face. "How many boyfriends, Charles?"
Charles blushed, but he wasn't sure whether it was because of Emma's proximity or because of the question. How did she-?
The question must have showed on Charles' face, (or maybe Emma was really telepathic,) because soon Emma answered with a click of her tongue, saying, "oh c'mon Charles. I know everything about everyone...so. How many boyfriends?"
"Cos 90 degrees?" Charles offered weakly.
"Hmmm okay," she said, calculating, while Raven gave a frustrated glare. Then Emma dragged his cousin to the corner, saying 'we need to finalize the plan, and there was some whisperings and shrieking and are you sure about this and OhMyGod really?Then Emma confidently strutted back to Charles, and Raven followed.
"Now sweetie, we need you to strip," Emma ordered, and with a "what, are you crazy?" that was few octaves too high, Charles ran for the door. He was blocked by a young man, dressed in professional clothes. Charles pleaded him, but the man simply carried him back to the plush chair.
"Oh, thank you Jack," Emma nodded to the butler. Then she ordered him to strip off Charles's clothes. Another maid joined him, holding down Charles.
"This is preposterous!" Charles shrieked, "Raven!"
"Sorry, Charles," Raven gave an apologetic smile. "But that sweater has to go. Seriously, it's big enough to fit two people."
"Ooh, I bet that's what you planned for Erik,did you not Charles?" Emma asked, and watched the blush physically paint Charles' ears and neck.
"What?" He asked, turning away.
"C'mon, someone's got the hots for Erik Lehnsherr, has he not?" Raven asked, wriggling her eyebrows.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Charles stammered. "Why are you doing this?"
"Listen Xavier," Emma said, leaning close again. "It's because of you I've passed in tortures known as chemistry and physics in middle school. Now I want to return the favour, organising what you call you social life. So please shut up, and let my team do their work."
Charles knew he was missing something, but he somehow felt that it wasn't important right now. Instead there were more pressing issues. "Team?" He asked.
Emma nodded, waving her hand to let her team in. "Charles, you've already met Jack and Suzy," she said, pointing to the two assailants-slash-domestic helpers, who
had held him down, stopping him from escaping. "Meet Andrea and Sam, my grooming team, Rose from hair dressing, and Ben, my designer. Now sit back and relax, and let my team work on you," she said as Sam tilted back Charles' chair, inspecting his client.
Minutes passed by, and soon, the left wing of the Frost mansion was filled up with busy noises. Among the occasional buzzing of blow-driers and razors, and some out of rhythm song that Charles did not recognise, there was, of course, arguments and screaming as well.
.
.
.
"But I have to um...you know! Go to my tutions!"
"No."
"Can I go to the washroom?"
"No."
"I'm hungry?"
"Shut up, Charles."
.
.
.
"Can we dye your hair blonde?"
"What! Get away from me!"
"Hmm...maybe black?"
"Raven, take this, this thing away from me!"
"That's okay, Rose. Maybe some reddish highlights?"
"Hey! I'll... I'll murder you."
"I'd say blue."
"No one asked, Emma!"
.
.
.
"No! Don't cut them!"
"Shut up Charles, you look like a sheepdog!"
"But, my hair-"
"Nope. Now, stop squirming!"
.
.
.
"Yeowch!! Why do you have to wax my arms again?"
"Ah, so that you look like a model."
"But Andrea, I don't want to look like a model."
.
.
.
"Uh, Emma, can you please, please stop Ben from touching me everywhere?"
"But I'm just taking the measurements, Sir."
.
.
.
"No, what? NO! I'm sorry, but I'm really afraid of putting anything into my eye. Nope, sorry, I just can't...hey what are you all-geAhh!"
Charles cried as he was literally held down by three people, Ben almost straddling him to put the lens in.
"I'll call the police, and file a case against you. All of you," Charles warned, feeling exhausted.
.
.
.
"What do you think, Raven, leather jackets or sweatshirt?"
"What? Not shirtless, Emma?"
"Hmm...That's a brilliant idea!"
"What?"
.
.
.
"Great job team, this is the best of you guys! Seriously, I love you all," Emma said, as her team left. Raven stood there, adoring her cousin, while Charles tried to recognise the reflection staring back from the mirror.
The truth was, Erik was a childhood friend of Emma's. Though they didn't hang out presently, they still were good friends indeed. The kind who met up once in a while, talked about stuff.
Erik might not have directly told about Charles, but Emma knew that Lehnsherr liked Charles, (hello, Miss Gossip award?)
Before, Emma wasn't sure why, but now, as she scrutinised Charles's new look, she understood the attraction of the blue eyes and red lips. Erik, like Charles, had helped out Emma more than once. So why not return the favour? Plus, Raven was her best friend, and she knew Charles. And the way Charles blushed each time they talked about Erik, she knew that Charles felt the same. (Oh, and Raven had confirmed that too.)
And, who didn't like a cheesy romance once in a while? Maybe what Charles lacked was confidence. Emma thought that maybe if she changed his looks, people would accept him more, let him mingle with them, let him open up.
She knew her plan was gonna work. Now all she had to do, was wait for tomorrow.
Notes: sin 0 = cos 90 = 0
...just sharing the nerdiness of the joy called mathematics *makes puking noises*