Devil's Cat

08. Pretty Anime Girl

Chapter 8: Pretty Anime Girl

     "Wake up." The voice was melodious and soothing. It was Dave's.

I sighed irritability, tugging at my blanket and draped it all over my head. I had a dreamless night and it was a good sleep. I wanted to sleep more.

"Janice, wake up." More insistent this time and his voice took a seductive tone. It was husky and had the sensual allure to it.

It was easy for me to imagine that the voice was actually belonged to a dark mysterious prince. Where my heart would be stolen the moment I lock my eyes with him and the prince charming can sweep me off from my feet and carries me to the sunset. But, no. Reality likes to disappoint me and if I took a glimpse over my blanket, I would only be greeted by the sight of a fat orange cat.

What an utter disappointment.

"Wake up. You've got school."

"No." I answered. "I don't want to go to school. I'm sick."

"Don't lie." Dave said softly and I steeled myself to not be swooned by his sultry voice. "Wake up and look at me."

Yes daddy. A small tiny part of me answered. It was the horny me. I am in dire need to slap myself to the centre of the earth.

After I fortified myself with the commitment of a nun, I threw my blanket and looked at the clock on my nightstand. "Oh my god! It's 5am in the morning. Why are you waking me up in this ungodly hour?"

I glared at the cat who was lying on my stomach. I could tell he was grinning beneath his feline facade.

"You need to prepare."

"Prepare for what?"

"To go to school." He answered coolly.

I frowned exasperatedly. "Four hours of preparation just to go to school? Are you out of your mind? I'm going to sleep!"

"No! Today, you will go to school with a new look. New Janice. Both girls and boys will look at you today and you need to look at your best!" Dave proclaimed.

"I don't even understand what are you trying to say."

"You want me to repeat that in 6,500 languages? So that you can understand better?"

I yanked at my cover, hoping to toss the cat off from my bed. I was ready to shoot him with my death stare when I noticed my closet was in a state of complete mess and chaos. Doors hung open barely attached to its hinge and my clothes were thrown off from their racks and hangers.

"What happened?! Explain!" My voice was an octave away from shrieking.

"Oh well … On my noble mission, in finding the right attires for you. I have to use of what's left of my magic. Since, you know I'm in a body of a cat and my physical movement is very limited." He grinned. It would be funny to see a cat grinning but I was mad. "My magic can be very random and volatile. So, I've made quite a mess. But I've everything figured out!"

"Oh you say."

"Yes."

"You know what—" I got up from my bed, flicking open my night lamp since it was wee hours in the morning. "I'm glad you woke me up now." Sarcasm dripping on my tone. "This mess takes hours for me to sort it. Shouldn't you wake me up at 3am just in case?"

"Janice. I didn't know you have this such ferocity in you." Dave exclaimed amusingly. Clearly he was the least intimidated by my pathetic burst of anger. "Calm down. Rage is not good for your beauty. I know it firsthand."