Chapter 7

“Daxx. We’re going to be late.”

Opening her eyes, Daxx rolled to the edge of the bed and propelled herself upright. She groaned and stretched. “For what?” Dropping her head forward, she blinked. What the hell was she wearing? On her feet were fuzzy pink slippers. She flipped her hair out of her face. She was wearing a pink satin and lace nightgown thing. She had no idea what it was called and didn’t care either. “Har har, guys.” She stood up and glared at the slippers. Shaking her head, she turned around to look for her jeans.

“Oh my god, when did you get a tattoo?”

Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at Kara and then froze. Why was Kara’s head shaved to one-inch stubble. She was wearing black lipstick. The bald head looked so real. Someone went out of their way with the jokes. “I’ve had it for a few years now, you know that.” Her jeans weren’t there. She turned around and then stopped. Why did the girl’s cave have bunk beds in it? The men must be in on this.

“Weird. I’ve never noticed.” Kara shrugged and then grinned like she had the best secret. “I think that guy, Rafael, is going to ask me out.” She giggled. “At least I think that’s why he’s acting differently.” She sighed. “I wish I could hear what he was thinking.”

Daxx opened her mouth and then closed it. Something wasn’t right. She turned around and looked at the other women in the room.

“Autumn, hurry up.” Paisley banged on a door that was at the other end of the room.

There was a door where her target should be. Daxx started to walk toward it slowly.

“We need another bathroom.” Paisley turned around and shoved her hood back. “Some of us hog it.” It was definitely Paisley’s voice, but she had long red hair and her lip pierced.

The door opened. “You need all of ten seconds to not do anything to your hair, ever, or your makeup, at all.” Autumn shoved past her. “Mom should have spanked you more when you were little.”

Daxx knew her mouth was hanging open, but at this point, she couldn’t think. Autumn was dressed in a snug red dress, her hair was piled on top of her head in little curled things and she was wearing makeup.

“What?” She smiled at Daxx. “Is it too bright?” She smoothed her hands over it. “I want to make sure Mikey notices me.”

Mikey? “Something is wrong.” Daxx turned away.

“Someone bring me drugs.”

She turned around to see Alona lying in one of the beds.

“Why did you let me eat that whole bag of candy? I feel like my stomach is trying to move out of my body.” She flipped the blankets back and sat up.

When she stood up, Daxx almost hit the floor. She was tall, slim, and wearing ratty old sweatpants and a sock with a hole in it.

“You’re not pregnant.”

Alona looked at her and then laughed. “I haven’t even gotten to second base with Chase yet, so no, I am not pregnant.” She laughed again.

Daxx spun around and looked at a few of the others. Kinsley had short blonde hair. Bethany had pitch-black hair. “Something’s not right. This isn’t real.” She whispered. Lifting her arm, she jolted. There was no tattoo. She rubbed her hand over it. Nothing changed.

She rushed over to Alona, grabbed her arm, and shoved up the sleeve. There was no mate’s tattoo. Releasing her arm, she spun around and looked for Crissy. She was sitting on the bed at the end of the row, writing in a notebook. She almost sighed, something normal. Going over to her, she dropped down onto her knees on the bed beside her. “Criss…”

Crissy looked at her for a moment and then nodded. “Daxx.” She smiled.

Daxx looked at the notebook in her lap. “What are you doing?”

Crissy sighed. “Trying to make a cheat sheet so I’ll remember that stupid lesson from period three. I keep drawing a blank. I don’t remember anything I read in the textbook.”

“This is not real.” Daxx looked around. Crissy remembered everything. “It’s not magic, that doesn’t work on me…”

Crissy touched her shoulder and leaned closer. “Only you can stop it.” She blinked and then frowned and let her hand drop away. “I don’t know why I said that.”

“Yes.” Daxx jumped up. “Okay. That’s good. You’re still in there—sort of.” Putting her hands on her hips, she looked down. There was no way she could undo whatever this was if she were wearing pink. Stomping over to the bed she’d gotten out of, she opened the dresser beside it. “No.” She shoved some of the material aside. Everything was pink. “Okay. I don’t know who is behind this, but you made some serious mistakes.” She turned around to see everyone looking at her. “You guys are not yourselves at all.” She nodded. “We can undo this.” She looked at Bethany and then pointed. “It can’t be magic, but you should be able to figure out what it is.”

Bethany grinned at her. “Okay.” She said in slow motion and then looked around at the others. “Who drugged Daxx?” She laughed. “Wait until I tell you about the dream I had. There were other realms and witches, and it was so freaky…”

“Drugs. Oh please, someone, tell me they have something for this cold.” Reagan stood up and then coughed. “I don’t want to go to the party and sneeze all over Quinton. I just need to not be sick for one day. Is that too much to ask?” She started coughing again.

“I need jeans.” Daxx looked around. “Someone give me something to wear that isn’t pink.”

Paisley came out of the bathroom. “Guys. There’s something weird going on in here.” She pointed to the bathroom. “It’s like the room is moving or something. It’s really weird.”

“Weird. Yes. That’s a good sign.” Daxx rushed over to her. She grasped her shoulders. “Give me a pair of your jeans and a T-shirt. Now.” She released her and turned around. “And then we’re going to get out of this hell dimension, or whatever it is, and go lay a beating on whoever is behind this.” She held out her arm. She could see the faded outline of her mate’s tattoo.