I woke up to my alarm feeling like it was just another normal day. Then I remembered that I got kicked out of school yesterday. which would have been great if it had not been that my dad already got me into a new school for today. Thanks dad, (note the sarcasm).
I got up, took a quick shower before I got dressed in a backless white lace crop halter top and some jean short shorts. I felt really exposed dressed like this but I had to if my plan was going to work out. I put on some basic light makeup and some winged eyeliner. curled my hair into loose waves and then headed down stairs for breakfast.
When I got into the kitchen Steve and Bucky were finishing up making breakfast. As I sat down at the counter on one of the bar stools Bucky eyed me up and down and then gave me a look. As I grabbed a plate Sam came in and had to take a double take at me.
"Woah, who are you and what have you done with Alex?" Sam said, causing Steve to turn around and look at me.
"Nothing, it's still just little ole me," I replied with a smile.
"You better put on a jacket before you go to school," Steve said.
"It's not her arms I'm worried about it's her legs," said Bucky.
"Oh shut up guys, I'm fine," I said.
"Why what's wrong with her legs?" Steve asked Bucky not being able to see me from the waist down as I was behind the counter. I got up being done with my food, went to get my bag and heard a "what on earth are you wearing" from Steve.
When I got back i saw my dad with some money in one hand and a briefcase in the other. he put the briefcase in the counter and handed me the money.
"Good morning sweetie, here's your lunch money," he said.
I looked at the money and groaned. "Dad i do not need 200 dollars for lunch money!"
"Yes you do. Now about this new schoo-," he cut himself off as he noticed what I was wearing. "What are you wearing? You are not going anywhere looking like that. Go back to your room and change now."
"Nothings wrong with what I'm wearing, even though I feel a little exposed. there is nothing wrong with what I'm wearing," I stated.
"Waaait, I think I know what you're trying to do here. you're trying to best your new record already," Sam said sounding impressed by my plan. "But I don't think that this is the best way to do it."
"No, trying to get kicked out due to inappropriate dress is not a good idea," Clint said.
"Nor is playing with the emotions of teenage boys," said Nat.
"Ok, no you are not going to try to get kicked out of this school. no way, you can do that with the next one okay, just not this school," my dad said.
"What's so special about this school?" I asked.
"Well I hear that it's a really good school and I mean it does specialize in technology," he said.
"The real reason dad," I said.
"Ok fine, well I do know someone there, and they can keep an eye on you when you're there," he said.
I sighed, "Ok."
"Ok? That's it? No 'I can take care of myself' and all that? Just 'Ok'?" He said.
"Yep. I know that you are just trying to keep me safe, cause if anything happened to me then you would go bonkers. So yeah if you want me to try to stay in this school, I'll try to. Now if you don't mind I'm going to get dressed so I don't feel like I'm in my underwear." I said as I turned to go change.
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