• Chapter 5
    Oh My Goth!


    It was dark. It was damp. The air stank of warm tuna fish and gym socks. Was this hell? No. This was the inside of an occupied locker that one Lolice Richards had shoved Vlad into. For a change, right? Vlad winced as the darkness of locker 313 was broken. Salvation! Otherwise known as Joey.
    Vlad fell out of the locker like his mothers fish-stew out of a thermus

    “Thanks,” Vlad commented as he stood up. His stiff bones cracked slightly from being hunched over in that locker for so long. “That jerk Lolice-”

    “Hate to butt in, but I have better news. Big news. Extraordinary news!”

    “For the last time, I don't want to know how many chest hairs you've got.”

    “Two, for your information and that's not what I'm talking about. Check this out.” Joey snapped, holding up the lipstick tube.

    “A gunshell?”

    “No, stupid. It's a tube of silver lipstick. Now how many girls do we know that wear silver lipstick?”

    “Ohhh. I get what your saying. Nice. What do I do about it?”

    “Vladie, Vladie, Vladie. Have I taught you nothing? You give it to her, and she'll be uber appreciative.”

    “Oh.”

    “Now stop yakking and go. Find her and give her the lipstick back.”

    Vlad nodded and away he went. But he didn't notice an important detail until he was halfway through the school. He had no idea where Sayo was.

    Oh, the things he did for girls. Vlad ran through the school, trying to find Sy. Then, he heard her voice. She was talking to Ty.

    “I'm telling you, something's off about that boy.”
    “What do you make of it?”
    “Definitely not human, I can tell you that.”
    “Neither is Playboy Joey.”

    Vlad's eyes widened. They knew. Holy Shiznickles, they knew! But how did they know?

    “So when should we go through with the plan.”
    “The dance. Any later and the boy will be bitten.”
    “Why do you think they want him anyway?”
    “His blood type. His scent maybe. You know he should have been-”
    “Tyra! Not here.”
    “You have to admit it's... We're being listened to.”
    “You sense someone?”
    “No. I hear their vacuum breathing.”

    Vlad froze. He'd been heard. Curse the nervousness making his breathing all screwy! “Ello, Poppet~”

    “OMGIT'SGONNAEATME!!!” Vlad yelled, trying to run. Unfortunately, he was going no where fast.

    “Chill Vlad, it's me. Tyra. Classmate. Don't be afraid. I don't bite. Hard.” Ty said with a maniacal grin. She had a grip in the back of his shirt, keeping him in place.

    “Oh good grief Tyra. Give him a break!” Sy exclaimed.

    “Sure, which arm?” Ty joked.

    “Not funny. Let him go.”
    Tyra sighed, letting Vlad crumple to the ground.
    “You ok? What are you doing here?”
    “I.. Um.. I.. Wait, why shouldn't I be here?”
    “Vlad. This is the girl's locker room.”

    Wait a minute. Oh, no. Oh, no no no no. Then he noticed something that he hadn't noticed before.

    “That would explain why you're both topless,” Vlad said, starting to blush. And not to laugh at Sy.

    As if reading his mind, Ty said. “One more word, and it's in the volcano with you. I wasn't kidding in French class, boy.”

    “Y-yes ma'am. Oh, I'm here because I need to talk to Sy alone,” Vlad stuttered. Sy waved Tyra away and Ty left disdainfully.

    “Ok, you've got five minutes before the other girls come in here and trust me, you don't want to be in here for that.”

    “I found your lipstick” Vlad said, holding up the tube.

    “Thanks” Sy took it, and then froze. Voices. Oh, snap. The others were early!
    Why the hell were they early!? “You have to hide”

    “What's the problem?” Ty said, coming back in.

    “The others. There's no time for him to run out. We have to hide him”

    “It's ok, I ca-” Thud.

    Next thing Vlad knew, he was up against the wall, a locker handle pushed very uncomfortably against his back. Ouch. That was going to leave a bruise.

    Girls! Dozens of girls! All of them stripping like there was nobody else there. Vlad felt his face turn red, as his currant position allowed him a view of them. And he was close enough to smell Sy and Ty's shampoo. Well, if nothing else he was learning one nice thing that day. Girls smelled nice.

    Ty's hair had a very citrusy scent to it. Tropical. Orange, Lime, Pineapple, Mint and a hint of Mango if he wasn't mistaken. Sy's was Lilac, Lily, and something else. Kind of like a funeral. An odd combo, Citrus and death. But not unpleasant.

    After a few questioning glances from some preppy girls, they were all alone there once more. “Well, we can't sneak you out of here until after class, so what should we do?”

    Ty grinned. “Sayo, Sayo, Sayo. Have I taught you nothing?”

    “I can't believe we're going to do that.”

    “...Am I getting that predictable?”

    “Nope. I just had the same idea. Vlad, you aren't going to like this”

    Oh dear.

    They told him. He didn't like it.

    ~10 Minutes Later~

    Vlad had never worn anything more uncomfortable in his life. His chest itched, his shorts were way shorter than he liked, and he had a huge wedgie. Not to mention how heavy his head felt. But he had to admit, he made a cute girl. But what had they done to him?

    They'd managed to make his hair look longer, they'd put mascara on him, they'd put lip-plumper on him, they'd put a stuffed bra on him, they'd shaved him. Underarms, legs, the works. The guys in gym would never let him live this down. Oh, the humiliation. He had been forced to trade in his boxers for girls undies in order to pull off the shorter than what he was used to shorts. All salvaged from the lost and found. And the biggest blow dealt to his ego? The fact that he pulled it all off nicely, and looked just like a girl. Joey was going to love this.