Sweet as Sugar, Crazy as Hell

Chapter 37: Bubblegum pink! I likey!

"Finally!" I exclaimed, panting a bit.

"Those... were so many steps; stairs are evil." Olivia said, panting like a dog.

"And it didn't help when I change personalities, huh?" I asked then wiggled my eyebrows.

Well, tried to.

"Are you trying to make your forehead fall off?" Peach asked me.

I pouted, "I'm trying, okay?!"

She rolled her eyes and went on ahead.

I sat criss-crossed on the floor. Olivia sat next to me.

"What're you two doing?" Chris asked when he finally arrived.

"Resting." I replied.

"Tsk, let's go." He said, motioning his head to the direction Peach went a while ago.

"Where?" I asked, giggling.

"To the boss's lair. If you don't get up now, I'll force you to." He threatened.

"Oh no! I'm so scared." I said deadpanned.

Olivia snickered.

He grabbed the both of our arms harshly and started to drag us.

"Owie! Too tight! I ha- I hate you, ow!" I complained.

"Shut up." Chris told me, tightening his grip on my arm.

I pouted and focused my attention to Olivia, who had a straight face while being dragged.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked her.

She faced me and grinned, "You'll see."

"What do you mean, 'I'll see'?" I asked, tilting my head whilst sticking my tongue out like a cat.

"You two, shut up." Chris told us.

"But we don't wanna!" I whined.

"Correction: You don't wanna." Olivia corrected me.

Chris let go of us, "You two can walk by yourselves, right?"

"Of course we can, we're not newborn babies." Olivia snapped.

I started to skip and took a right-

"Not there!" Chris yelled and grabbed my hood.

"Well, excuse me mister, but you didn't give exact directions now, didn't you?"

He ignored me and started walking ahead, with me in pursuit.

"Hey, where's Olivia?" I asked him.

He froze, then turned around, "What?"

"I asked where Olivia is." I said with a giggle.

"Curse you." He said, glaring at me.

"Me?" I asked, looking around while pointing at myself.

"Yes, you. Where's your companion?" He asked me.

I stared at him, blinked a few times, then laughed hysterically, then blinked a few times again.

"What're you doing?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know either. I don't think." I replied, sticking my tongue out like a cat.

"I shall ignore that last part." He said and handcuffed me.

"Ooh, handcuffs." I said, "Are they edible?"

I started chewing on the handcuffs and spit it on Chris's shoe.

"Ew! It isn't!" I said and started blowing raspberries.

"When have you every seen edible handcuffs?" Chris asked and grabbed my arm.

"My handcuffs are edible." I replied, "Well, my cookie handcuffs are."

"Cookie handcuffs? Are you serious?!" He exclaimed and pulled me closer to him.

I accidentally hit his back, "Rude."

He didn't reply and continued to drag me.

"Isn't she the one we were having a meeting about?"

"The ace of CBG. Pft, an ace is caught."

"Hey, what's for lunch?"

Those were some of the whispers I heard. Seriously though, when they mentioned lunch, my stomach growled louder than Simba.

"I'm hungry." I told Chris.

"And I don't care." He replied, not even glancing back at me.

"And you're so mean." I retorted.

"Why, thank you. I'm flattered," he said nonchalantly.

"No you're not," I said, deadpan.

"Darn, what gave it away?" He asked in a bored tone.

I squinted my eyes at his back and headbutted it.

"Ow! Seriously, how can you do that if I'm holding on to your arm?" He exclaimed.

"I don't know. I don't think." I replied, sticking my tongue out like a cat.

"Of course you don't." He muttered and sighed in exasperation.

I ignored him.

He continued to drag me until we reached a royal pink colored door.

"Pink?!" I exclaimed, "Girly... but I defended pink once, so eh."

Chris glanced at me for a moment before knocking on the door.

Something hit the door from inside and I think I heard it shatter.

Chris sighed and opened the door, walking in.

"Glass... all over the place." I commented.

Well, not really all over the place. Just a lot of glass on the ground.

"Who, may I ask, are you?" A girl with bubblegum pink hair asked me.

And let me tell you this, damn do I want that hair.

"How did you dye your hair like that? Dayana likey hair." I told her.

"I accidentally drank my uncle's 'potion' instead of my grape juice." She replied, rubbing her temple.

"You made my stomach grumble for grape juice." I told her.

She squinted her eyes at me, then gasped, "Dayana from CBG?"

"You got it!" I exclaimed, clapping while smiling widely, "Great job, little Sherlock."

"With your tone, I don't even know if you're sarcastic or not." She told me, crossing her arms.

"I know." I said with a giggle, "But who are you?"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that because you're in my gang's territory?" She asked.

"No." I replied, "I should be asking you that because I am curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat, little Dayana." She told me with a scowl.

"But satisfaction saved i- you know what? I'm getting tired of this line, it's so stereotypical that it isn't even unpredictable anymore. It's too cliche and-" I was cut off when she slammed a shard of glass into her desk.

"Sheesh, well someone needs anger management." I commented.

"The name's Angela. Call me Ela." Angela said, gritting her teeth.

"I like BubPink better," I told her.

"Bub-pink?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Short for bubblegum pink, like your hair." I replied.

"Just who the fuck are you."