In the basement of the library, in one of the private study rooms, Mitch leaned against the door watching Samantha pace back and forth in frustration. His dark gaze followed her every movement, action, and infliction. He knew why she was upset. It was a no brainer. Gianna was placed on the Dance committee, along with them, and it got under Mother Hurricane's skin -- to no end. She would have to tolerate the Delphina bitch's presence, at least once or twice a week. Trying to play the peacemaker (sorta, not really), he stretched his body, while yawning, "You know, this might be a good thing." First day back from vacation and school was already such a drag.

With an instant swerve of her body, her bright blue orbs glared at the Headmaster's son, "There you go again." She growled with the bitterness of black coffee in her soul. Only when her nemesis became a topic of discussion was when Sam struggled to contain her boiling anger, "Putting two people that absolutely hate each other in the same room on a weekly basis is just asking for shit to hit the fan. Winona thinks she's doing us a service, but really, she just wants in on the fun."

Mitch raised an eyebrow, not understanding what she meant by 'there you go again'. Shrugging it off, he suggested, all whilst keeping his calm facade, "You gotta' stop with this whole 'I'm butthurt thing'. It's time to open your eyes, Sam." His words caused her to stop pacing. She locked her gaze with his, conflicted as ever (why did she put up with this ass?). "There we go, now I got your undivided attention." He gestured for her to take a seat. A devilish smirk graced his face before Mitch recounted the past events, "You do realize this entire past week her puppy has been stuck in the infirmary since the day you declared war? The day after Gianna made you cry?" She was going to interject but he wouldn't let her, she needed to shut up and listen. "That means Gianna was down a man, an important one at that, while you sat around and did nothing."

"I did do--" Before she could finish saying all the orders and petty things she's achieved this past week, he stopped her by lifting his hand up. Mitch was not going to have her act like she had complete power in this situation. If she wanted his help, she would need to learn to respect the allies she had.

"You need to use opportunities like that, more often. This dance committee thing, like I said, is a good thing." He let his words settle in before continuing, "Now for as long as Mrs. P wills it, Gianna is kept in a room for X amount of hours. Enough time for you to make things happen, even while you're stuck with your enemy. This is not including her main pawns, and your's--"

"They aren't pawns!"

"--being heavily involved in the tournament. Do you really think they will have as much time to plot and plan?" He walked closer to her and knelt down so he could meet her gaze at head level. "If you use your cards wisely, you might have a chance."

Samantha's eyes narrowed. After pushing him out of her personal space, her anger dwindled and her mind contemplated his words, "What are you trying to say?"

In his pant's pocket, he pulled out a small envelope and handed it to Sam, "Secure your resources." Taking it cautiously, she opened it up and saw a picture of Lucas... with Eliana's mother and little sister?

"What is this?"

"Image is everything. Just a little slight angle change and you can make a picture worth a thousand words." Sam held onto the photo and deeply stared at it. Lucas was Eliana's enemy, right? Why would he look so... happy with her mother and sister? The Lovelace's were a notable heroic family but what was Lucas gaining from this?

Something clicked in her mind and she put the picture back into the envelope and returned it to the calculative villain, "I see what you're saying." Heroes should look more like heroes, while villains, well.... Reputation was everything in this dog eat dog world. Samantha needed to make sure she had loyal comrades while also maintaining her image. She needed to be seen as someone worth talking about and to, someone who wanted peace, and someone that many people didn't fear. Heroes should not be feared. Her anger for Gianna was making her lose herself, which was exactly what the villains wanted. It's easier to ruin a hero's image than a villain's, but with the help of her team, she was determined to turn the tables around. Sam knew she wasn't a mastermind but unlike Gianna, her beauty wasn't intimidating and her heart was in the right place. She needed to bring the mother image back that everyone loved - become for the people, not just for herself.

Coolly running his hand through his hair, Mitch chuckled, "I've already blasted it on Delphina Times with my anonymous account. Headliner: Big Bad Wolf or Puppy in Love. Inside Scoop on Lucas and his feud with Lovelace!"





If anyone were to look into his username, it would lead to one person: Samuel Keats. Eliminator was a boxing term and he used the month and year of the villain. Wouldn't that be fun if Lucas thought his close guy friend blew his feud with Lovelace out of proportion because he thought it was petty? Also, the blog is proven to be Jenivieve Lovelace's because of her About Me section, which has a picture of her and Eliana together.

Looking at the time, Samantha stood up, tall and confidant as ever, "Way to go, Mitch! You're using your education for good. How does that make you feel?" She stuck out her tongue, before heading to the door. He didn't even bother commenting. "We should do this more often. You've exceeded my expectations, I'm impressed, but let's get upstairs, shall we?"

"Yeah, sure. You go on ahead. I want to check to see how many people looked at my post!" he lied. A big grin still plastered on his face, no signs of any emotion besides mischievousness. Sam looked at him pleased and simply nodded in response, exiting with her radiant charm and smile.

Mitch took the next moment to text someone, letting out a deep sigh. His brown orbs became distant, as he gritted his teeth.

To: Shitbird
^{(color will be left out to leave it as an anonymity)}
I did what you asked.

He needed to see Milo soon, who was gone all vacation visiting his family. There was so much he needed to update his lover on.

To: ♥Milo♥
Roof tonight? Around 8? Don't eat dinner! You can snack.

While Samantha walked to the top floor, she texted her girl.

To: Avalon
I love you! Good luck at crushing Delphina butt! Oh. Bailey told me Ellie was dating the pyro. We can't possibly have one of our's caught up in that mess <3. Can you do something about that?

Sam knew Avalon, Eliana, Lucas, Elijah, and Mrs. Lovelace were all in the arena. Perhaps a scene could blow up Ellie's love life, causing her mother to shut her down and make the Delphina boys' lives harder during their time in the Control Room until the tournament. She knew Mrs. Lovelace did not want Ellie to be dating, which only meant a mother's wrath was bound to surface if she knew the entire school thought Elijah and Eliana were going steady! If there's 'romance' flourishing between Lucas and Eliana, there can't possibly be any distractions with another villain. She giggled to herself. Things were surely taking a turn for the better.

The door of the control room loudly bursted open with Eliana Lovelace rushing in (sweat running down her face), throwing her duffel bag on the ground, and scurrying to her mother. Ignoring everyone else around her, Ellie went straight to her like the obedient daughter she was and deeply stared at her mother’s glare, trying to hide the coursing fear and her racing heartbeat, “No excuses. I’m late.” Her voice was out of breath and she wanted to just collapse on the ground, but she knew if she did… her punishment would turn out far worse than what her mother currently had in mind.

Her mother, who stood intimidatingly tall for a woman of 5’6”, turned her right hand over as if asking for something. Ellie’s heart dropped. She was losing access to the auditorium and the library. In silence, she dug in her pant’s pocket and reluctantly grabbed a hold of her mother’s extra key card. Sadly, she placed it in her mother’s hand. Cecilia Lovelace didn’t need to say anything. She expected Eliana from now until the tournament to focus on practicing - not read a book or play her cello. The two things that made her daughter feel somewhat better about her stressful existence. Mrs. Lovelace simply stared, those eyes that felt like piercing daggers, at her daughter, which was enough for Eliana to join the others. Not thinking where she chose to stand, the young girl went beside Elijah, which made her mother’s eyes narrow (but brush it aside, for now). Ready to begin the meeting, the woman of power opened her mouth, but before she could say anything she was interrupted by something dreadful.

The jet lag wasn’t doing Sylvia much good as her legs carried her to the Control Room, nearly 5 minutes late to the meeting before the tournament began. She was tired, groggy, and not in such a great mood after being forced to come back here to this hell hole. Ugh. At least she looked great in her extravagant black dress and bejeweled pumps! Plus Lucas Lovelace’s hotel in Japan had been such a great experience! A giant shopping center with so many good eats, connected to a luxurious theme park in the center of Tokyo! The man was truly a pioneer in hotel accommodations. Alas, here she was, all decked out in her finest garments and clanking towards this mandatory meeting. Someone else was supposed to be there, but with a few strings pulled, the Vargas had managed to put herself firmly in their place. That other person would have received a sad email about a “mix up in the system”. A grin spread upon the ginger’s face at the thought, silently hoping that kid was crying over it.

Sheesh. Thinking about it, she was in a very sadistic mood right now. Not that was much of a change, but part of her just wanted to carve someone’s soul out and serve it for dinner. That’s when she remembered what she’d seen earlier on Jenna’s blog and in the Delphina Times. Two of her most favorite people in the world popped into her head: Eliana and Cecilia, the sister and mother of her best friend respectively. Rubbing her hands together anticipatingly, there was a bit more of a pep to Sylvia’s step as she forced herself on at a quicker pace to get to the Control Room! Oh this was going to be so much fun!

”Ceciliaaa!” the redheaded princess practically sang when she spotted the Lovelace in the center of the room, finishing reprimanding her own daughter for heaven’s knew what. Waving and brandishing an obviously fake smile, she interrupted anything Cecilia was about to say and interjected in the rudest kind of way. ”How is my favorite Lowborn teacher doing today? I just got back from Tokyo. Your husband is as splendid as he ever was. You… well, you still like you picked yourself out of a garbage bin. So sad.” Sylvia came out swinging like the heavyweight champion of verbal abuse. Cocking her head, she saw that the expression in Cecilia’s face was one of both bewilderment and annoyance.

“Good afternoon to you, Sylvia. You aren't supposed to be here.” Cecilia responded calmly and professionally. The ginger laughed at the Professor’s words, jumping into the explanation. ”Oh you don’t know, do you? Leave it to you to not check your emails. Well here’s a quick FYI: I’m in the tournament now! Splendid, isn’t it?” Though Sylvia was more than half Cecilia’s age, she was harassing the poor Professor with reckless abandon, knowing fully well that the blonde couldn’t touch her lest she face dire consequences. Unfortunately for everyone, she was far from done with her mockery. If people were paying attention, Mrs. Lovelace was subtly clenching her teeth and holding her tongue, knowing she would have to deal with this issue dilemma and give Mr. Vargas a call afterwards, though she didn’t believe it would accomplish much since they spoiled their daughter immensely. Meanwhile, Eliana clasped her hands together and took a deep breath in, holding her urge of stepping in.

Next to the Professor, Sylvia turned and gazed at the competition, like she was some kind of meat inspector checking the quality of the day's haul. A hand on her chin, she began mulling over their names, some out loud and in her head. There were respectable people in this group, such as Minako Ikeda and Amelia von Carsten, but not enough to impress this privileged white girl. Her chocolate orbs seemed to light up when she scrolled over Lucas and Brenna, nearly laughing out loud. ”Oh! Look! A couple of the whore’s lackeys! I don’t expect them to last long, no.” The whore was, of course, Ms. Gianna Daniels. There wasn’t a bone in her body that liked that girl, mostly because she had dated Vince, her Freshman crush, for a long while. How someone could date someone so promiscuous as her though, she hadn’t the faintest idea. Gia wasn’t a problem right now though. No, her focus was on Lucas, who'd be more admirable if he didn't hang around trash, and Eliana, the nerdy librarian that had no right to call herself a Lovelace. These two lovebirds were going to be the talk of the school, she was sure. ”Darling, did you know that Mr. Lucas has doe eyes for Eliana? Jenna told me. Well, and it’s on her blog. And on the front page of the Delphina Times. God knows why though. If you pulled yourself out of the garbage bin, then I’d say she’s one of those ugly little sewer rats. Seriously, what the hell is she wearing today?” She grimaced at whatever trashy outfit the eldest Lovelace sister was wearing, heavily criticizing the bookish girl. Shaking her head, she murmured, ”I just don’t understand how Jenna is the only one of you Lovelace ladies that has any dignity whatsoever.” Eliana’s hands tightened, but her mother lifted her hand subtlely, which told her daughter to let the self absorbed girl finish her tangent.

Not a second later, Sylvia sank her claws further underneath Professor Lovelace’s skin, dragging out skeletons better left alone. “On second thought, you won't have a semblance of dignity once your Lucas divorces you. Jenna’s told me all about those nasty fights, you know. I suppose you could try marriage counseling, but you know what they say about that: it never works out. I'll give it a year before you're on the streets.” Snickering, she watched Cecilia’s face twist up into a scowl. Sylvia hoped she would do something, just to give her an excuse to run to mommy and complain about how awful Cecilia Loveless was. The Professor was smarter than that though, not willing to risk her job over the ginger princess’ petty bullshit. Before she gave the reigns back to the blonde, Sylvia just had one more comment to make. Pointing at Lucas and Ellie, she began speculating on their relationship verbally. “Do you think Eliana likes Lucas back though? What if she wants to screw her dad, but she can't because ewww. But! She knows this guy Lucas who's sort of okay looking, I guess? So she thinks she can live out one of those weird, little fantasies of hers through him. Gross. Can't say that's unwarranted from her though. After all, it must be hard looking like a Troll doll and not being able to get a date. Desperate girls are just like that.” If it wasn't obvious yet, then anyone who had yet to meet Sylvia Vargas was getting a great snapshot of how the girl worked. Her tirade ended with Sylvia waving a hand to Cecilia, as if giving her permission to speak freely.

“This is neither the time or place to express your speculations, but I’m sure Mrs. Dunn and Mr. Danford enjoyed every minute of it.” The teacher gestured up to the hanging office, whether the spoiled princess believed they were in there or not was entirely up to her, but she had a meeting to start, “Since you’re so determined to make this an interactive meeting, why don’t you and Eliana come assist me?” Their teacher directed them to stand a distance apart from each other, directly behind her, as if they would put on a display for the rest of the participants. In this matter, the entitled rich princess had to do as her teacher said, regardless of if she wanted to or not. This was more of a bluff than anything because Mrs. Lovelace did not have the time to have students fight in a fifteen minute meeting.

As much as Eliana wanted to do terrible things to Sylvia, she knew this wouldn’t end well for the red haired bimbo. Closing her eyes, Ellie sighed and then spoke up, “Mother, why don’t we save that for the tournament? As much as a sparring match would be great to be in, I’d like to save my cards for later.”

While the fact that the Headmasters were watching them startled the redhead, it was only enough to quell her lampooning of Cecilia. Sylvia snorted at her opponent’s declination, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. ”So the scared bitch runs. How predictable.” she muttered with glee. Internally, she understood she would have lost this battle had they commenced. Sylvia may be an egotistical bitch, but she was self-aware of her powers, which were more or less lackluster offensively. Add on to the fact that mind manipulators, such as Eliana, utterly bypassed her defenses. It was better to hold your head high and go out swinging than to roll over like a dead dog though.

Like expected, Eliana said her peace and Mrs. Lovelace was grateful she did so. Hopefully, with no more interruptions, she finally informed her students, “Since we don’t have much time, I’m going to keep my explanation concise and straight to the point. Mayweather Sixteen has been with our school for years. It’s a full day experience, with breaks between battles, where you can fight your peers until either the time runs out and you are judged, or until your opponent forfeits or is unable to fight.” She paused and let that settle in before continuing, “You will be injured. You could fall unconscious, but I can promise you, you will not die. We will have referees and emergency medical workers throughout the arena but also, you will wear bracelets that can read your body pressure, heartbeat, and capacity to fight. If we think your opponent is at their limit, your bracelet will blink red. Depending on how in the moment you are, it may inject a serum that will sedate you. We start the day with eight grand battles.” Mrs. Lovelace let her eyes trail to each and one of her students as she spoke, “Who you fight won’t be known until the big day. You’ll be given a number 1 to 8. The person who matches your number will be your opponent. Simple enough.”

Walking now, her heels resounding throughout the Arena, she continued to spill out information, while walking between them and looking at their expressions and posture, “Usually afterwards is the Epic Eight round, where the winners fight in another 1 on 1 battle and so on and so forth until there is two left for the finale. This year we decided to try something new.” She stopped in front of Lucas, meeting his gaze. Her stare read that she didn’t believe the rumors of him and her daughter. Continuing on her way, she added, “After all first battles have ended, the Epic Eight will enter the arena together. This year we decided to make a free for all challenge. Your goal: be the last one standing. Do not think the only thing you have to worry about is your opponent, which I do recommend studying every participant. The more prepared you are, the more likely you will win. For those who do not know what the arena is capable of doing, the arena is your enemy as well. It will form a scenario for you to deal with and random occurrences will most likely happen where you will have to think on your feet. Of course, you won’t find out any of that until the day of.”

Returning to the front of the room, she smiled, no longer bothered by Sylvia, who seemed to be quiet or at least keeping to herself, for now, “If you have any questions, feel free to email me since we have inspectors coming in to evaluate the arena once more in just a few. I also think those who are capable of thinking of questions, should be the only ones who hear my answers. Questions could lead to better chances at becoming the Champion, so that’s why we’ll keep it confidential through email.”

Gesturing to her side with her head, she gave them a task before they would be allowed to go back to their merry lives, “To my right, by the changing room, there are six polling stations, with a ballot box in each of them, I want you to write your name on the piece of paper and check the top three people you would like to fight at the tournament. This doesn’t mean you will get the chance to fight them, but there’s always a possibility. Feel free to write down your reasons why you want to fight these individuals in particular to perhaps convince me, I may consider them.” And with that, Mrs. Lovelace was finished. If they wanted to come up to her and talk, while they waited for a station to open up, they could, or they could chat amongst themselves. She truly didn’t want to deal with Sylvia, so hopefully someone would keep them occupied.

Eliana noticed her mother staring at her. Looking around, Ellie realized she was standing next to Elijah and a faint blush fell on her face before she immediately ran to one of the ballots. She knew her mother was going to pick whoever she pleased, regardless of what Ellie wanted, so she tried to think of who her mother would want her to fight. Poking her head out, she made sure no one was around her before quickly checking off names.


1 - Lucas Farweight - To challenge me on the battlefield with his physical strength and Solar Force abilities. I would also like to show that even a freshman can be capable of taking someone of his level down, for I have never gotten a chance to fight him before. (That last part may have been a lie...sorta. We haven’t fought on this level before. But… we’re always fighting.)
2 - Elijah Masterson - Similar reason to why I want to fight Lucas, his powers are fire and my powers are mental-based. I am not afraid to take someone like him down! And I would love to show that to you. (Maybe this will convince her that I’m not dating him...)
3 - Brenna Lancaster - I’m ready to face her. (You got this, Ellie)

Sylvia’s fists were clenched, an aura of animosity radiating off of her slender form as she strode over to the polls. She fully expected a call from her mother soon, considering the involvement of the Headmasters, but she doubted there would be anything that came of it. Her parents were pushovers and scarcely understood the concept of punishment. Either way, it really peeved her that she had to hear from anyone at all about this. In the booth and with deft, elegant handwriting, the angelic woman left her message for the Professor:

Indifferent. That's how she felt this past week and that's how she felt when she received the email to attend this mandatory dance committee meeting. Lucas had been in the infirmary for most of the week due to an incident in the Red Level room, which was unfortunate but couldn't be helped. Now that he was back out and ready for action, they could continue their operations. She did have something in mind, something she wanted to happen sooner rather than later. Perhaps another meeting needed to happen soon. She'd wait until tonight, maybe take her companions out prowling in the Big Apple.

Occasionally, getting out and letting loose was something they needed to do, plus she had connections to a fun underground club that was more up their alley than the 'heroes only' party they crashed. Brenna wasn't the legal drinking age but Gianna had her ways of getting her in and getting her access to alcohol (this wouldn't be Brenna's first time going to this particular club). Gia had a great desire to corrupt some heroes, like naive Eliana, but that would require some deceit on her part. Her phone did inform her of the newest Delphina Times' post. All the more reason to do this.

To: Ellie's Problem
This is Lucas! Wow, your blog... surprised me. I was wondering, want to help me take Ellie out tonight? Don't tell her you have my #. I want to keep this a surprise.

From: Ellie's Problem
OMG. Saving ur # rite now! so glad you luv it! I knewwww it. Tho...2day is 2sday...

To: Ellie's Problem
College kids, remember? Convince your mom you're going to sleep over Ellie's. I want to show her... how a Delphina has fun.

From: Ellie's Problem
YES.YES. Party!? or...?

To: Ellie's Problem
More like a club, but we can get you two in. Dress her into something appropriate ;)

From: Ellie's Problem
U kno I will. Bring...some friends.

To: Ellie's Problem
Of course. Google map directions to Delirium, see you @ 9.

A devious smirk decorated Gia's face, as she sat in a lounge within the library. This was quite exciting, but she would have to keep her great plans to herself, for now. What was her gain from this? She wanted to have fun. What better way than to have fun with people like the lovely Lovelaces.

To: My Pup, The Gorg Apprentice
Delirium @ 9. Bring friends. Lets live for the night. ;)

Jenna was squealing on her bed, she couldn't believe Lucas out of all people reached out to her. She must be a phenomenal writer that made him fully convinced he loved Eliana! Her homework was kicked to the ground and she rolled in her bed in pure elation. Eagerly, she sat up and gasped, "I need to text people!"

To: Waffles
I have a bday party to go 2 2nite... can u come wit me? I want to spend more time wit u. Pweaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

To: Mommy
Can I sleepover Ellie's 2nite? She's having bad nitemares again. Nora said she'll be able to take me to school! Luv u mommy xoxo

To: Mommy
She hasn't gotten sleep in forever! I want 2 do this for her! Homework is done. Room cleaned. This is more for Ellie than me.

To: Bottom bitch
I got invited to a 21+ shindig! Want 2 help fool my sister and take her with us? Make her cool. I want her 2 think it's a highskool party.

Gianna had finished up her phone call with one of the bartenders, Giovanni Brunetti at Delirium, a family friend of Vince's. He absolutely adored Gia and was still in pain from their loss, so he knew how important it was for Vince's girl to get out and forget her woes. She had informed him of the possibility of her inviting a few friends, who may be underage. He was pretty understanding, since he could careless about rules, being a villain himself known as False Pretense (Trickery was his specialty. He could detect lies, steal with ease - the sleight of hand master, a pro gambler, but his actual power was his ability to induce lies onto others, forcing them to believe what he wanted). This wouldn't be the first time he convinced the bouncers to let underage kids in - Lucas, especially, was his boy. Even if he was having one of his moody days, she could use her powers to get everyone in - but the club knew her face and those who hung out with her. After she was done with the phone call, she texted him the names to be on the look out for tonight, mostly the Lovelace daughters. Gianna expected word to travel fast that she was going out with Brenna and Lucas later on today, not so much her tricking Eliana to enter an atmosphere she wasn't mentally prepared for - assuming Jenna could convince her mother. That would be left more under wraps until people saw her at a wild, underground club. Tonight would be a night dedicated to the younger creatures of the night, but hey, more business for Delirium. When she was on the phone, she did say Lucas and Brenna's name loudly, expecting news to travel and get to Sam or her messengers. Who knows? Maybe tonight could be fun in more ways than one. Unlike Sam's party, Gianna was expecting more visitors, heroes and villains alike, to trail behind and try to get into the club. Giovanni knew how she liked it: an open door policy (at least for those who drop her name to the bouncer).

Arriving on time, Gia took note that Mrs. P was too zoned in on reading that she was not paying attention to the discussion going on around her. Cool. That meant Gianna wasn't going to get in trouble. Her stare glanced over the faces from Sam, Mitch, to Tris, Jackson, and Hugo. Ah. What a lovely meeting we have here. There was also confetti everywhere. Probably Tristan's doing. Taking her seat beside Sam and Winona, Gianna smiled at her nemesis, "Nice day to have a meeting, don't you think?" This caused Sam to clench her teeth, but reluctantly reply, "Of course." Shaking his head, Mitch decided to get the meeting in motion, "So let's talk ideas!"

Winona nodded in agreement, "I want to hear what you guys have in mind. Our budget can rent a fairly decent place, hire a caterer, buy decorations, etc. We just have to keep the social dance at a classy level. Okay?"

Sam was tempted to offer something but Gianna intentionally cut her off, "What if the theme was black and white, but maybe we can have a Mister and Miss Congeniality and they wear red? Well, the guy like a red tie or something. I think what the faculty would love is if we recognized those individuals who truly got along with Mayweather and Delphina alike."

"That'll turn into a popular contest." Samantha rolled her eyes, but she wasn't completely against the idea.

"That's why you and I wouldn't participate in it. Honestly, I don't think any senior should participate in it. We should be role models and make them want to do good for both schools, wouldn't you agree?"

Intrigue gleamed in Winona's gaze as she made sure her secretary was writing the idea down, "I like where your head is Gia. Maybe we can have four rather than two? A boy and girl from both schools respectively and then they share a dance together, with the opposite school's winners, to show how well we're getting along! What are your guys' opinions? Any other ideas?"

Sighing to herself, Samantha offered, "Simply Divine can provide the works for us. Food, floral design and décor, a specialty cake, a photographer. They have a holiday menu too. It's a bit on the pricey side, but it saves us the hassle of seeking out many different places. We can look up more places but I don't think it gets any better than that."

Hm. Mitch was curious about something himself, "Mrs. Petrescue, would we have access to champagne or wine since New Years would be just around the corner? I do know some people won't necessarily be of age but..."

Glancing up from her letter, Margaret apathetically locked eyes with the boy, "There will be supervision, so yes, we could have alcohol there. Those underage would be limited to one glass of their choice for the toast."

"Oh snap! This is getting cool." Mitch was definitely getting excited now. This Formal was going to be tight. Wait... a toast? "Who will be saying the toast?"

"We could have these 'congeniality' winners say it, or we can have you, since you are the headmaster's son."

"Uh--" Should he? or...?

Winona chimed in, "That can be figured out later. Let's talk more about the party in general. Feel free to take on tasks if you'd like to."

This meeting was complete balls - why did he have to be here again? Jace leaned in his chair bored as shit. He had nothing to add to this dumb ass dance that gave college kids another reason to outshine each other. Yawning, he wondered how long he had to sit here. He was the guy who was basically the main advertiser of both schools. They needed some Delphina students on council so they forced him to be the 'Public Relations' guy. Good thing he didn't mind informing his fellow student body about the lame shit the school had planned for them. He also had full access to the school's website, so yeah pretty good deal for not really giving a damn. However, this was dragging on and he needed a goddamn smoke. Leon's entrance was a perfect time to bounce the fuck out. Rising from his seat, Jace stretched his rather handsome physique "Gonna take a dump."

Krysta immediately interjected in disgust, "You're disgusting."

"I'm human, baby." He gave the uptight bitch a wink, brought his gaze to Mrs. P, who simply smiled, which gave him the OKAY (she totally loved him), then made his exit. Coolly waving while walking, he chuckled, "Leon, definitely stick your foot up Krysta's ass, she could use the pain."

”I already made that threat earlier. Low lifes like you don’t get to use it.” Leon quickly retorted, glowering at Mr. Inferno Fist with some intensity. Like Jace, he exited after his business was complete, though headed toward the complete opposite direction he was, to the outside world. God forbid he have to deal with that scumbag today.

Strolling down a book aisle, Jace caught sight of his 'buddy' Danny Leoni, a guy, who shared a similar interest with him - you know, journalism. He started to whistle the rhythm to Flo Rida's song Whistle, which signaled Danny that he was near. The scrawny senior turned his head to see Inferno Fist and simply sighed. Jace gestured with his head for the Hero to join him in the bathroom. Both making their own paths to the same destination, the man with dark hair with a dash of red by his bangs took out a pack of cigs. Not really caring about people seeing him with it or not. Once he entered the loo, he made sure no one was in the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, Danny followed in and locked the door behind him. By the time the hero boy entered, Jace was already by the window and blowing out smoke.

"What do you want, Jay?" Danny, who usually does not have emotion written on his face, stared at the villain with annoyance.

Letting smoke leave his lips slowly, the Delphina student gazed out the window toward the sky, "You have something that can spice up this petty feud. You know what I'm talking about."

"You have far more influence than me, Gossip Boy." Walking toward the villain, Danny snatched the cig away from him and took a drag. Shrugging, Jace leaned against the wall and grinned at him.

"Liked the newest post, Danny boy? Pretty tight shit, I'd say. Lu and El possibly fucking? God, I can't wait until someone gets that on vid. Stuff like that could really make your paper popular." He took a moment to run his hand through his hair - Jace was a damn sexy man and he knew it.

Danny was well aware that Jace Duran was the current moderator of the Delphina Times, though not creator. The gal that made the site had long graduated. It gets passed down to people they deem worthy to handle the task. "You want me to make a gossip column... for the school's newspaper?" Passing him back his cancer stick, Danny gently blew smoke out the window. His dark gaze examined the taller man, contemplating his motives.

"Not necessarily. Maybe something more like Dear Abby, though we could name her Sophia, since I like Sophia. I'll name my future child that, for sure." Placing the fag back into his mouth, he smiled, knowing that Mr. Leoni was intrigued - a mouse caught in his trap, "We create a anonymous persona of someone, maybe based off that Sylvia bitch, who knows more than she should. Someone, who would be willing to advise these troubled students that get their shit blasted on the web. Someone, who talks about her opinions on the juice." He paused and let the smoke flow out of his lips, it flowed around them and hit Danny's face. Taking the delicious narcotic out of his lips, he flicked the ashes out the window, "Just imagine how popular your paper will get."

"I'm listening." Danny's arms were crossed and his foot made a melodic tap in the bathroom.

"Good, 'cuz I didn't want to blast something I found out about you. Google is great. You should check out your name more often. Scandalous. I'm impressed, but you may want to make sure you take that shit down, you know with your money. But don't worry, I got a copy of the vid."

"Are you blackmailing me?"

Tilting his head back, Jace couldn't help but nonchalantly let out a laugh that felt like a deep river washing over a path of stones, "Only if you decline. Dude, this is a win win situation." He paused to make sure Danny understood that he wanted this to be a mutual business relationship, "Plus, I want you, Mayweathers, to be in on the juice. I gave you access because you're special to me and hell, because of me you've had some really good articles. I think you owe me. Work for me, Danny boy. You won't regret it."

Tossing the cig out the window, Danny rolled his eyes, "I don't think I have a choice."

Eliana Lovelace – I’ve said it before, she’s strong. Maybe on par with me. I need to challenge myself against mental power users, and she’s the strongest of them all.

Avalon Middleton – She’s one of the strongest Mayweather students present. A little friendly rivalry between the schools couldn’t do any harm, could it? Besides, everyone is waiting for this to happen.

Will Blake – Not only a strong telekinetic, I’ve heard words that he’s also a telepath. Which makes him not only the third dangerous person in Mayweather, but also a worthy adversary.

Sylvia Vargas – I believe she should receive a lesson in respect.
Brenna Lancaster –
Lucas Farweight –

To: Ikeda, Minako
Subject: Re: Confirming the rules
Date: Oct 11, 2016 3:43 PM EST

To: Fresh Meat

Stuck in a b.s. meeting, I'll txt u when I'm free. idk how long it's gonna be.

The dance committee meeting was primarily dedicated to brainstorming ideas since they had enough time to party plan. The Formal wouldn’t be until near Winter break, so yeah, plenty of time to pick and choose. There were constant jabs between Gianna and Samantha, but not blatantly obvious for people to cut in between them and tell them 'cut your shit'. While Gia waited for time to pass her by, she let people like Louis Dewey and Jace Duran have a good stare at her body. It was cheaper to dress sultry and she worked the look, so why not show off her assets? With her maroon painted lips, blue feathered earrings, black crop top, legs for days, and an eye catching red skirt, Gia's smile graced her face when she caught them staring. Sensually biting her lip, she gave them both a wink, which made Sam look at her in annoyance and mutter, "Slut." Winona couldn't help but touch Lou's shoulder to bring his attention to her. Gia's melting chocolate orbs scanned the room as everyone stared at her with various meanings behind their eyes. Locking her gaze with Tristram, who payed no attention to her, Gia tilted her head in intrigue. She didn't know much about the kid besides he went through a drastic style change. He use to go to major Delphina parties, the one Hero that had the balls to drink it up with a bunch of villains. A skater turned... weird. Theater might be his thing now?

Her ears perked up when the intercom suddenly went off. Listening to the Head Warden's voice, she sighed to herself, what did she do now?

Her face did look perplexed as she wondered why Elijah, Keats, AND Lucas were being called to see Leon Fulton. That only happened if some shit went down. What happened? We're they all involved in something stupid? Or did someone frame them? She couldn't think about anything that could have put her in this situation... unless...

"What did you do now?" The blonde woman beside her sassed. Mitch nudged Sam to not start any shit. She's got to remember, her image matters. He gave Gia a peace sign, acting like things were alright between them, while Sam simply rolled her eyes. They may have done something to possibly gain an advantage in this war but that didn't stop the fact that Gianna Daniels was a damned eyesore, who needed to be ruined once and for all.

Shrugging and ignoring Mitch's existence, Gianna stood up and tossed her hair off her shoulders, "That's none of your business, but if you'd like to know I do have an open door policy, Samantha." Catching sight of Sam clenching her teeth, Gianna smirked and strutted out the room. Her hips swaying from side to side and her intoxicating, fresh and light, with lemon and bergamot scent trailing behind her. Whose idea was it to put these two in the same room?! The amount of hate, tension, and spite that was emanating between them was deplorable. This semester was going to be hell, especially in this White room.

”Well, I’d consider this meeting adjourned. Congratulations everyone, we got absolutely nothing done. Feel free to give yourself a round of applause.” the blonde Tristram piped up, clapping excitedly. ”Sam and Gia are truly leaders to admire, are they not?” His sarcasm drew the ire of Sam and her supporters, who shot dangerous looks at the flamboyant man.

”Why is he here? I don’t even know who he is.” Krysta complained, motioning toward the annoying, strangely dressed man, who was now spinning about in his chair. Tris snickered at her retort and plainly gave her an answer, ”Because I’m rich.” Without any semblance of a goodbye, he disappeared into thin air, leaving the empty chair rotating about.


Entering the building, none of the others had arrived yet. Going to the counter, she tapped the bell to signal that someone was in the lobby of the Campus Safety building. The Wardens were a bunch of students getting work study in, while monitoring campus, making sure shit didn't hit the fan. They weren't really good at their job. Jay Dewey appeared behind the counter, he was holding a stray cat, "Hey Gia! Look what I found! I want to call her Bailey, what do you think?"

"After Banshee? I didn't know you liked her Jay."

His cheeks beamed red as he held the cat close to him, "No... I just like the name. Plus you know I like Sam!" Shaking her head at Jay's obliviousness, she watched him look at the cat with a kiddish grin on his face. It was adorable, really, but she needed to find out what she did to be in this annoying place. She was already reprimanded for crashing the heroes only party, did someone find more dirt on her?

"Fulton wants to see me?" She asked, not really wanting to spend the rest of her day in his office.

"Oh yeah! Sorry. I got distracted... follow me!" She watched him press a button which gave her access into the Wardens' domain. Opening the door, her heels sunk into the carpet floor as she made her way to Leon's personal office. That probably got to his head that he was given an office. Jay dismissed himself by grabbing the cat's paw and waving goodbye to Gia. Such a sugary sweet boy. How sickening.

Knocking on the door, she prepared her face to look concerned and worried, a tad on the vulnerable side. Allowing herself in, she locked her worried gaze with the man who wanted to see her, "Hey Leon, how are you today?"

Leon’s dark eyes glanced up at the stunning vixen as she sauntered into his office, internally grimacing at her choice of clothing, or rather the lack thereof. He could only sigh and shake his head. His mother was right: girls these days kept losing more and more clothing. It wouldn’t come as a surprise to him if the next batch of Freshmen showed up bare ass naked. ”Oh, I’m in that in between state of being pissed off and stressed out. Your buddies Lucas and Keats are about to be knee deep in a pile of shit.” he spoke, all the while gesturing for Gianna to sit in the chair in front of him.

Intrigue lit up in the bronze skinned woman’s stare, but she made sure the concern never left her gentle face. Taking a seat, she leaned back, her chest as firm as ever, before replying, "That bad? What did they do?” She crossed her fine and long legs, while waiting for an answer.

The man was clearly uncomfortable with her rather revealing stance, though it would be a lie if he said he didn’t enjoy the sight. He was, after all, but a man. ”Damaged school property, breaking and entering… I think it would better to ask what didn’t they do.” Figuring he needed to do something about Gia’s appearance before it drove him insane, one of his hands opened up one of the desk’s drawers and produced a massive tome, which he slammed on the table. The title of the book read “Student Policy Handbook” in official looking text. Busily, he flipped through the pages until he found the article he was searching for. ”Enough about them though. First, I’ve got to address your failure to adhere to the school’s dress code.” Scooting the handbook over so that she could see it, a single digit pointed to the passage he wanted her to memorize. ”Section 4, article 3. All students are required to dress in a manner compliant with what is deemed decent and unrevealing.” Below was a list of clothing that was forbidden on school grounds, such as that short, red skirt she was wearing. ”Sorry, Gianna, but you look you just got off the AM shift working for a pimp named Randy. Gonna have to ask you to change.”

"Don’t you think that’s the problem with this world? Objectifying women because of the attire they choose to wear. What about freedom of expression? You know, it’s cheaper to dress as what you see as a slut than be one hell of a sophisticated lady.” Her brown orbs challenged him. There was no doubt that Gianna was a woman of power and all the school could really do to her was give her detention or some basic shit like that. Her grades were on point and she was a recognized villainess at Delphina. The Headmaster respected her even if she didn’t dress ‘appropriate’. Her and her late boyfriend were role models (well she not so much anymore), which was why this matter was never addressed.

The Chief Warden put a hand to his forehead and shook his head. He wasn’t about to get into this argument. ”Rules are rules, Gia. I don’t make them. I just enforce them. And right now, yo’ titties about to come out of that shirt of yours. I ain’t about to deal with that can of worms right now.” He was blunt and concise, not beating around the bush anymore. Stripping himself of his flannel, button up overshirt, he tossed it toward the woman, silently telling her to put it on. Leon was left in a white tank top that accentuated his well toned figure.

Sighing at the boy’s foolishness and how obedient he was to rules and regulations, she took his overshirt and put it on. Assuming he didn’t want to see her chest anymore, she buttoned the flannel up and crossed her arms, "Now that I’m covered, what did I do?” There was a hint of sass in her tone.

Leon narrowed his eyes at Gia when she started to give him an attitude. This wasn’t the time or place to get on her ass about that though. ”You didn’t do nothin’.” he responded before swiveling his chair around to meet the security monitors behind him. ”Last week, this happened while I was away.” Pressing a button, a video played on the screen that depicted a torn up Gianna walking away from the women’s bathroom, only to have an angry Elijah follow afterward and exit the building. ”What can you tell me about this scene? It… looks bad.” he informed her, a sincere amount of concern in his voice as he turned back to face her.

With a deadpan stare, Gianna watched the ‘incident’ from the night of the party playback. Her expression was unreadable as she saw Elijah storm out of the girl’s bathroom and walk in the opposite direction that she went. Taking a deep breath in, she tried to gather her words but only bursted into tears, "I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think that moment would catch up to me.” She could hardly speak. Bringing her hands to her face, she tried to make sure she wasn’t ruining her makeup TOO bad. Fanning herself to stop the tears, Gia slowly but surely gained the courage to speak, "Elijah is my friend… I- I don’t think I should tell you what happened.”

The tears and her reluctance essentially told Leon all that he needed to know about the incident. ”You don’t have to go into details, Gia. Right now, he’s facing some serious allegations. I just need to know what happened, otherwise this is going to have to go to higher authorities.”

"Oh no! That won’t be necessary. He didn’t touch me. He just…” She grabbed a tissue off his desk and tried to clean her face, "Elijah was really great friends with my boyfriend, who died in the fire. Do you know of Vince?” Bringing the napkin down to her lap, she clutched it in her hand, "He’s always had a thing for me but he just… couldn’t betray his friend, you know?” Looking up to the ceiling and recollecting the night, she sadly muttered, "Don’t get me wrong, I was frightened. I mean, who asks a girl out in the bathroom?” Her words were all over the place, she was torn between caring for her friend and thinking his actions were incredibly strange, "I’m still struggling with getting over…” Gia's voice trailed off as the tears continued to fall down like raindrops on a dreary day.

Ah shit. The situation was getting heavier than Leon had expected, but at least there was no sexual harassment involved. That would have been a nightmare to deal with. Gianna’s emotional downpour was starting to get to him, and he could feel tears start to well up in his eyes, empathizing with the girl’s pain. ”It’s okay, Gia… Have you considered counseling? Something to help you with…” he teetered off, knowing she’d understand what he was talking about.

Locking her weak gaze with his, Gia shook her head ‘no’ without saying a word. There was a moment of silence before she could reply, "Counseling never worked for me.” She was right in that aspect. If there was one thing she had a hard time doing, it was expressing her feelings. There was the option of going the ‘sexual molestation’ route, but… Elijah didn’t deserve that - even if he tried to pry into her personal business and was constantly trying to revert her back to the 'Old Gia'.

Nodding, he decided not to press her into seeking more help. He knew people dealt with grief in varying ways, and Gianna probably just needed more time to find the “right” option to cope with her pain. ”If you ever need to talk to someone, Gia, about anything, I’ll be right here. I can’t promise you I’ll understand everything, but I’ll listen, at the very least.” His voice was reassuring. If there was anything that Leon tried to be to everyone, it was someone that anyone could turn to for assistance. ”About Elijah though. What do you want done with him? He’s already going down for destroying that bathroom. We can impose a sort of restraining order, if you want.”

She was given the ability to punish Elijah? Biting her maroon painted lips, she thought to herself the potential paths she could take. Was Leon really giving her this much power? "That won’t be necessary. He’s still my friend even if… my rejection got him angry. Why not a good talk about how he should ask a lady out? He’s never been good with women.” A restraining order would mean along with Elijah not being able to go near her, she wouldn’t be able to approach him... That was far too extreme, even if the situation looked rather sketchy. "Thanks for the offer... I’ll make sure to give you a call.” She gave him a soft smile, something that Leon in particular probably hasn’t seen before.

”I’ll do what I can. Not sure if I can reform that whole ‘going into the women’s bathroom’ mentality he has though.” Standing up, he strode over to the door of his office, opened it, and gestured outward. ”You’re free to go.”

Standing up, Gianna wiped her eyes one last time with the tissue, tossed it in the garbage, and approached the righteous man, "Does my face look alright?” She was inches away from his, giving him a clear view of her brown orbs, her vibrant and plump lips, and her fair skin.

Being so close to this woman was enough for the Warden’s heart beat to escalate. Something about her scent and her scandalous appearance sent sparks flying, but Leon managed to compose himself well enough to not seem so affected by her. ”You look fine.” Outside the door, the sight of Jay sitting behind the counter with a cat in his lap was enough to break him out of whatever intoxicating spell Gia had over him. ”Jay! What the fuck did I say about that cat?! Throw that shit outside, or I’m going to deal with it myself.” he threatened loudly. ”Also send Elijah in.” With that, he left the woman to her own devices and closed the door to his office to await the presence of the pyromancer.

Jay pouted, obviously not wanting to throw the cat away. Gianna poked her head in the Dewey boy’s domain and saw that Elijah had just arrived and was waiting at the counter, petting the cat. Staring at him briefly, but not wanting to look at him for too long, she brought her attention to Jay, "Want me to hold onto her until you get out of work? Bailey sure is pretty. It would be sad if she was left on the streets.”

The hero’s eyes lit up. Shooting up from his seat, Jay possessively grabbed the cat away from Elijah, "You’d do that for me, Gia?!” Without a second thought, he handed her the cat, who was surprisingly more accepting of people than Gia was use to.

"Yeah, sure. I don’t really care about school policy… but do something for me, real quick.” After digging in her purse, Gia grabbed her phone and tossed it to Jay. "Take my picture.”

"Oh! Oh! I want a picture with Bailey too. Send it to my school email when you get the chance.” Jay began to press buttons on her phone. While he did so, Gianna messed up her hair to make it seem like she had just had sex with Leon, unbuttoned his flannel to reveal her cleavage, went by his office door, and held the cat close to her face. Jay was too focused on his cat to really understand the picture he was taking. Above her head was Leon’s office name plate, she closed her eyes and smiled. Lovingly brushing her cheek on the kitty's fur, Gia waited until she heard a *Snap* before opening her eyes up once more. Bringing the cat down from her face, Gia handed Bailey back to Jay and grabbed her phone.

"Okay. Your turn.” She whispered. The Dewey boy happily held the cat up high like simba and the Delphina sovereign snapped a quick pic, "Lovely.” Bailey was then handed back to her, for safekeeping. Once she made her way to the main lobby, a chuckle escaped her lips. Playfully winking at Elijah, Gia cooed, "Have fun~” and took her leave.

Elijah raised an eyebrow, her rather generous offer to care for the cat was surprising, her use of the picture and her promiscuity was not. He shook his head and at her comment replied, ”Gia.” Walking past her he approached Leon’s office and knocked on the door twice before letting himself in, closing it behind him, he greeted the head warden, ”Leon, you wished to speak with me?”

Note - Eliana and Elijah collab to come, which is a little bit before this collab in terms of time sequence.

Eliana had caught sight of Elijah walking with her mother while she left the polling station. Hopefully the reason behind that was because he was blind and couldn’t write down his choices rather than anything… else. Her anxiety was creeping within her as they left the arena. Feeling her phone vibrate, she checked her messages. One from Minako and one from her baby sister. Minako wanted to spend quality time training. That sounded rather exhausting. Granted, Ellie’s emotions were all over the place as of recently. The heroic answer would be: yes, let’s team up and kick Delphina butt, but the socially awkward girl and ‘Troll Doll’ as Sylvia put it just wanted to practice alone, away from the masses. Sylvia’s jab wasn’t too far from the truth, Ellie didn’t find herself to be an attractive woman but beauty really didn’t mean a thing to her. She just wanted to be alone. Then again, this could be a good opportunity to study her possible opponents and mislead them in what she was capable of doing. Was it wrong that Eliana didn’t trust Minako? No. They’ve only known each other for a week. This was a competition. Whatever they found out about her, they would use that knowledge against her. You can’t trust anyone in a tournament as grand as Mayweather Sixteen.

To: Jenna
Only if mother gave you permission… and not too late okay? Where is the party?

From: Jenna
Duh, ma said ya! She even said I sleepova, u can ask if u no believe me. ANYWAYS. We goin’ shopping <3, I’ll see u sooooooon

Jenna didn’t answer her question of where her friend lived… such a scattered brain girl. Ellie supposed she could ask in person, but why did they need to go shopping? Oh yeah, a birthday gift.

To: Minako Ikeda
In terms of training, just tell me when and I’ll be there. In terms of telling me something, I have a shopping date, so… you have less than an hour to catch me. I’m heading to the library once I’m done talking to my mom.

Ellie didn’t know if her text came off standoffish or not, but it wasn’t like she was denying Minako’s offer. Her head shot up when she heard Sylvia crying and Kayla storming out, “What the hell happened?” she muttered. The spoiled princess ran to the nearest trashcan and puked her guts out. Jenna had told her that Vargas couldn’t stand the smell of blood. Rather than check to see if she was okay, Eliana decided to walk away, grab her duffel bag off the floor, and exit the arena, to wait outside her mother’s office. Thank god Lucas didn’t come and terrorize her. When she got the chance, she would need to ask her sister about her blog post, but also find out what was written on the Delphina Times… which she didn’t have access to. Maybe she can ask Mitch?

Leaning against the wall, she looked down at her phone. Ellie had last seen him on Thursday during lunch on the roof. That was an intimate luncheon that she did not expect. Mitch had told her he was dating Milo. Woah. That was a lot of information to digest but she was glad that both Milo and Mitch found happiness with each other and maybe, Mitch could protect Milo from Lucas’ bullying.

To: Mitch Danford
Hey Mitch! So-- I heard there was a DT post about me, mind telling?

From: Mitch Danford
Some scumbag took a pic of Lucas talking to your mom and Jenna. I think that was before he was sent to the infirmary?

To: Mitch Danford
And people think we’re dating? Do people not realize I HATE HIM. Oh sorry, I know he’s your friend...

From: Mitch Danford
No worries. He can be an ass, but so can I. Have you heard anything from Milo?

To: Mitch Danford
Yeah, he said he was going to get in around 4, so soon. He hasn’t texted you?

From: Mitch Danford
He’s had a lot on his mind… thanks El. TTYL.

Putting her phone away, her head looked up when she heard Elijah’s voice. His meeting with her mother was over, “I’m alright.”

”You’re lying,” he retorted, unafraid of being up front with her, ”You haven’t been sleeping? Have you? Your aura gives it away.” Again unafraid of giving the facts, her body was a swirling vortex of emotions even though she may have been giving him a very calm facade. ”Really though,” he asked, a little concern glazing his voice, ”What’s wrong?”

God, kill her now. Why was everyone so concerned about her well being? She would be fine, if only they left her alone! “Getting no sleep isn’t something odd for me, Elijah.” Her tone was apathetic, as her restless chartreuse green orbs deeply stared him down, “Did my mother ask you to check on me?” That had to be the reason. Regardless if he could read her aura or not, he had better things to do than check up on a girl he went on one date with.

”No,” he lied, though his tone didn’t give it away, it never showed emotion unless he allowed it to, or unless someone pushed him too far. ”I’m checking of my own volition, I haven’t seen you in over a week and I’ve left it be, but now that I see you here, far different from when we first met and no, I don’t mean our date. Well, it's a startling difference.” That last part was at least true, she may have been apathetic until they started speaking, but the amount of stress and anxiety, the lack of confidence within her, that was new. ”So I’ll ask again, what happened?”

Frustrated with his response, she sighed, “Why do you expect I’ll answer?” This was one thing she didn’t understand about people, they expected far too much than they deserved. Yes. She may like Elijah as a person but that didn’t mean she had to tell him her issues like Lucas having her diary or the strange incident before the meeting that the blonde Asian saved her from. She was tired of expressing herself. All she received in return was pain. People didn’t care about her. They only cared about themselves.

He paused, ”I suppose I don’t. Far be it from me to force someone to say something they’re not willing to say,” He sidestepped her and began walking past her towards the entrance. He only wanted to bring harmony to others, but unless they were willing to share the discord, there was really only so much he could do. No need to waste his time on someone so unwilling, that of course didn’t mean he wouldn’t be too far off, it just meant it wouldn’t be his primary focus.

Watching him walk away, she closed her eyes and banged her head on the wall (ouch). She took the next moment to drop to the floor, rest her duffel bag beside her, and wait for her mother to finish whatever she was doing. Eliana couldn’t help the way she was, especially after her morning. Sylvia’s words coursed through her mind, her mother’s glances, Elijah’s disappointment… she was a terrible person, why did people even bother? The sounds of her surrounding disappeared, as she meditated internally. Today was not the best day for her, even after Amelia’s kindness from last night… somehow that got kicked out the door.

He traveled through the arena and as he approached the doors yet another person made a boisterous entrance, yelling out, asking who was in charge. What was it with these people today, he sighed before approaching her, ”Most likely you’re looking for Professor Lovelace then?” he jerked his head, gesturing her to follow him. Her aura was curious, it seemed controlled, yet sadistic, another villain? He hadn’t seen her before. Across the arena once more, down the hall to the professor’s office, he raised his hand, ”Through there.” Once she disappeared through the door he looked down once again at the young Lovelace and sighed. He seated himself down by her side, crossing his legs and placing his hands together.

”Listen for a moment, you know just as well as I do that I never interact with anyone. The fact that I’m sitting with you here now, some Delphinas would consider it taboo, and more personally it is not often that I find one of an equal soul. I ask what I do, because the last thing I want to see is someone else turn into someone like Gianna Daniels. There is a spirit about you that I do not want to see die, I’m not good at these things, but I try for the good of everyone and for themselves.”

Gradually opening her eyes to his voice once more, Eliana looked toward the training equipment that surrounded them, “That’s very nice of you to say.” Her voice was low, as she took in his words. Equal souls, huh? He did have a point with the whole sitting next to her. Nowadays, students would spread something like this on the web like wildfire but she was curious with his mention of Gianna and the fact that he saw ‘spirit’ in her, “You shouldn’t worry so much about others, it’ll tire you out.” Turning her head to look at him, Ellie softly asked, “You don’t think Gianna has spirit?”

Elijah shook his his head, ”No, her spirit is still there, but it’s trapped, I’ve been trying to bring it back ever since…” he sighed, ”Perhaps worrying about others is tiring work, but it's what I feel compelled to do. I’m no hero Eliana, but I wish to maintain balance, bring back others from the brink and if I must, restore order in whatever way possible,” he stared at his hand, ”but I only wish to use that as a last resort.” He turned his head to her, ”With you, same as her, I feel I must try, even if I may not get all the answers, even if I’m hated for it, feared for it...”

“Sounds like Gianna and I have something in common. We’re complicated.” Ellie gave him a gentle smile, before adding, “You sound like a true, genuine guy.” Turning her head to look straight ahead again, she shrugged to herself, “I’m sure with how passionate you are, you’ll get something out of Gianna. You’ve known her for awhile.” Bringing her finger to a strand of her hair, she played with it absentmindedly, “I need more time... ” She paused and debated if she should say her next words. Taking a deep breath, she confessed, “I like you, Elijah. But… I’m not ready to tell you… my problems.”

”Very well,” He nodded, ”But a suggestion, I would like to help calm your spirit, even though you may not show it, you are a well and vortex of emotions. I have items of...arcane properties that can help deepen a meditative trance, if you are willing, I would like to show you. It may help ease your mind”

“...Sure.” Since Lucas had her pills, she could use something to at least bring her awake state to a neutral level.

Their moment was cut short when Leon’s voice filled the building: “Gianna Daniels, Elijah Masterson, Samuel Keats, and Lucas Farweight. Get to my office, NOW.” Eliana’s face showed a sudden concern. Anyone called to the Wardens’ building meant they did something bad or someone had put them in a hard to get out situation. Picking herself up, she offered her hand to Elijah, “I hope it’s not too bad. Rain check for that whole meditative trance thing you want to show me?”

It's always something isn’t it? He thought, accepting Eliana’s small hand to pull himself up. ”I’m sure it's nothing serious, as far as the meditation goes,” He places a hand on her shoulder, ”Just stop by my room anytime Room 2B Old West, Mitch is...usually not there.” He let a small smile grace his lips.

His smile made her heart pick up in rhythm. Elijah was really handsome and too kind to her. He didn’t gain much from this meeting besides her telling him she can’t share her personal issues with him. That she wasn’t ready to open her heart to him. Ellie felt obligated to repay him in someway.

Taking another chance, she wrapped her arms around him and brought him into a gentle embrace. She was silent for a moment as she buried her head into his chest. He was… warm. She liked how he felt.

At last, he needed to go to Leon’s office. Pulling away from him, the girl with prominent dark circles around her eyes gave him a cute, dimpled grin (too bad he was blind), “Thanks for understanding.”

He was surprised to be suddenly met with an embrace, so surprised his body started to heat up a little before he regained control of himself. He wasn’t sure what happened but it felt...nice and...he shook his head coming out of his mini daze. ”It’s, no problem at all. I’ll see you around...try to get some rest...if you can?” He turned around and once again walked towards the entrance. He lost control..even if it was just a moment, he lost control of himself and yet...he actually kind of liked it, or rather, liked that she made him do that...Eliana Lovelace….what an interesting curiosity.

Amelia had a rather dazed look in her eyes for the entire time Sylvia was talking. The girl had already proven herself to be a massive bitch. Against a teacher no less! But then she turned around and tried to be nice to Amelia? It was the near literal definition of two-faced. How did Sylvia assume she’d react? Happy cause she warned her? Why would she even believe her in the first place? Bitchy people had the nasty habit of lying. And she had no doubt that that was exactly what she was doing now. In all honesty, she wanted to hit Sylvia too. Not just for being bitch, but for tarnishing a good man’s reputation. He was leader of the Wardens. How did Sylvia think Amelia would believe her!?

And then she got hit straight on the nose. By Kayla no less. The powerless girl. Amelia looked up shocked at the girl, completely surprised about what happened. But then the smell of blood hit her. The red liquid running from her nose instilled a hunger in Amelia. One she had to fight for a second. While in the same time she bent down to Sylvia. She may hate the girl, but she did just get hit which meant she needed treatment. “Sylvia. Sylvia! Look at me. C’mon, look at me. I need to see your nose. I just need to see your face.” She urged the fallen girl with a genuine caring voice.

It took Sylvia a moment to recognize what happened as the stars that danced around her head and the shock of the scenario faded away. Through the tears and blood that flew down her cheeks, she felt the pangs of rage and revulsion grow steadily. That Kayla bitch needed to pay for what she had done, but at the same time, she was so disgusted by the copious amounts of crimson ichor that totally drenched her. Sylvia rarely bled, especially not like this. The metallic scent was deplorable and sickening, enough to make her want to vomit. The curling sensation of nausea struck her like a hammer, and though the voice of Amelia implored her to look up at her, the redhead managed to get to her feet and flee to the nearest garbage bin. Not a moment later, she was retching up everything and anything she'd consumed today.

The vile concotion of gore and puke in the waste bin had Sylvia wanting to hurl again, but she managed to draw herself away from the awful sight before she could. A moment later, her body began fixing her broken nose at an astonishing pace, regrowing the broken fragments until it was straight and even once again. In fact, if it weren't for the blood smeared on her face, it appeared as if nothing had happened to her at all. Turning to Amelia, the mess of woman asked in an uncharacteristically weak voice, "...Can you help clean me up?" Though her nose was reformed, there was still a small, red stream flowing down her face and either onto the floor or onto her dress.

Leaving doubt that swarmed her mind out of her voice, she said: “Yes.” And took Sylvia by the hand, dragging her to the toilet. Where she quickly grabbed some toilet paper and began to help clean. Sylvia. The problem was though, that the blood started to smell intoxicating. Like a fine veal with roasted potatoes and thick gravy. With just a hint of wine or what Amelia could only imagine to be ambrosia. The drinks of gods. With a slight fixation she kept looking at the stains on Sylvia’s neck, even though she was helping to clean her up somewhere else, her eyes were glued to the scarlet spots.

“Lick it.” That would have been what Marcus told her. Her older brother was Delphina through and through. The villain known as Gheist often claimed a lady at a party. Whatever he did to her, Amelia didn’t think it was healthy for the girl. To his credit, he never went in much detail of his escapades. But when she confronted him about her own blood hunger he told her that he manages it in doses. Drinking from a plastic bag was nothing compared to drinking it directly from a source.

Right now, with the sent flooding her mind she couldn’t help but close her eyes and inch closer to the stains with the tip of her tongue out. Just a lick, she thought. Just a lick. She won’t feel it.

Sylvia was inspecting herself in the mirror of the bathroom, primping her appearance to perfection. The blood was gone from her face, though splotches still remained on her neck. No sooner had she noticed the remnants, Amelia was cautiously leaning in and... Was that her...! The redhead let out of a sharp gasp at the ever so slight sensation of the vampiress' tongue touched her neck. The eroticism of the situation had Sylvia's face turn beat red, her lips were agape, and her eyelids shut as she began to revel the experience. One of her hands laced themselves into Amelia's blonde locks, daring the woman to go further. "Don't leave a girl in anticipation now... Bite me." she purred, excitedly awaiting this new experience.

Her lust for blood took over. Its smell grew more delicious by every second. The moment when the tip of her tongue, laced with but a drop of fresh blood, reached her lips a slight shudder went through her. Suddenly her heartbeat went sky high. The fangs appeared. As she opened her eyes her pupils dilated completely, making her see so much sharper and so much more than she ever realized. A rush of intense hunger, lust and energy went through her. Would Sylvia have resisted, there was no telling just how brutal the event could have turned out. But the encouragement made Amelia take the gentle road. As she returned her lips close to the neck of Mayweather’s princess. With two soft pricks she pierced her delicate skin. The fangs released their hormones. Increasing the victim’s heartbeat. Making her feel an intense thrill. Amelia herself was also wrapped up in her fangs’ own rush. Gently she began to suck the fresh blood from the beautiful woman’s skin, feeling the fresh, hot blood hit her tongue send her up new heights of pleasure.

A bit too far, for Amelia to be used to. Her mind, fighting her vampiric nature the whole time, won her over for just a moment. But it was enough to force Amelia to open her eyes again. Suddenly, with the mind of someone human, she realized what she was doing. She pushed herself away from Sylvia in the moment of clarity. She held her hands before her eyes and turned around. Trying not to think about the blood. Trying not to smell the sweetest thing in life pouring from a girl just a few feet away. “Oh my god, i-I’m so sorry!” she said, frozen in shame, too afraid to look at Sylvia.

The redhead let out a quiet cry of pleasure when the vampiress let those sharp fangs of hers sink into the flesh of her neck. In tandem, sheer bliss ripped through Sylvia and she gripped the back of Amelia's head with a surprising amount of force, as if to keep the girl locked into place. It was like nothing she had felt before, a completely surreal occurence. Her legs quivered in excitement, and she was forced to grip the sink in front of her with her free hand to steady herself, otherwise the princess would have fallen to the floor. The onslaught of this heavenly delight had the woman completely devoid of thought, intently focused on the sensation that lanced through her.

Then it all faded away, and Sylvia's consciousness came flooding back to life. The vampiress was standing away, apparently ashamed of what had just transpired between the two of them. Panting, her chocolate orbs glanced over Amelia, a confused expression etched into her visage. "Why'd you stop? I regenerate, you know... I can't really bleed out." she pondered in between attempts to steady her breathing. However, a sudden downpour of guilt hit Sylvia like Kayla's sucker punch and an expression of horror gleamed off her. The image of Jenna flashed through her head, and all of a sudden she was strenuously pulling both her hands through her locks of red hair. "Shit! How am I going to explain this to Jenna..." Did this count as cheating?! Sylvia was quite worried about her relationship with the younger Lovelace, wondering how badly she had just screwed up. How could she have lost herself like this?!

So much went through her mind. A myriad of emotions. The high of her fangs were still fighting her rational mind. Trying to calm herself she tried to breathe slower. Forcing her heartrate to drop. It worked. But guilt and shame was still destroying her inside. That only got worse when she heard Sylvia asking herself how she’d explain that to Jenna. Another wave of guilty broke her down, but she forced herself to be strong. She had to be. Von Carsteins are proud and strong. Like a bastion the family had stood the test of time, of revolutions and of emotions. She wouldn’t be the one that couldn’t bare it anymore. With still blood red cheeks she turned around on her heel. She made a mistake. That was clear to her now. She let her vampirism take a hold of her. Now she would have to suffer the consequences. It wouldn’t be fair to let Sylvia take any harm out of this. She might be a bitch, and the hit from Kayla was definitely earned. But this, the biting, that was her fault.

“Sylvia…I-“ But when words had to be spoken, it suddenly felt so much harder. A heavy stone weighted her down. Guilt, but also fear. These were no small matters. Whoever this Jenna was, she wouldn’t take kindly to this incident. She took a deep breath again, forcing her mind to understand that this is what she would have to do. This was what it meant to be a hero. Not just helping people, but owning up to your mistakes. “Let me help explain it to your girlfriend. You-You’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve let myself go. Just.. Let me help explain what happened.” Before Sylvia stood a woman who had forced herself to be resolute. She looked confident, but pained. She wouldn’t let Sylvia bare the aftermath of the event alone.

The Princess of Mayweather was silently appreciative of Amelia's offer to assist her. Knowing Jenna, she'd most likely flip out in a jealous tangent if Sylvia tried to explain what happened, maybe even avoid her for a time. Sighing, the redhead decided it best to try and explain what the vampiress would be going up against if she really was serious about confronting Jenna. "Jenna is Eliana's sister... She can be very unyielding at times. Very unlike her sister, more like her mom. Um... yeah. She might try to fight you, depending on how angry she is." she informed the girl in front of her. "I think we might want to find Eliana. I'm assuming Jenna will be coming to pick us up for our shopping date." Sylvia bit her bottom lip and tried to think of where the eldest Lovelace daughter might be. Presumably, she didn't get too far from the arena. In fact, maybe she was visiting her mother? It was worth a shot. Shooting a questioning glance toward her new acquaintance, she pondered if Amelia was going to judge her for dating a 16 year old...

"So yeah. Let's check near Lovelace's office for Eliana. If she's not there, then I can call her. That might surprise her though. She doesn't know I have her number." Already starting off toward the bathroom door, Sylvia forgot all about the bloody splotches on her neck. There was no time to worry about that! Her relationship was in jeopardy after all!

Amelia took another deep breath and looked down. Such a tiny action, so much consequences. She didn’t want to hurt Eliana, yet it might have brought even more strain on the girl. Just when Amelia was getting to know the elder Lovelace a little. There was a distinct, deep regret on her face. She’d lie if she wasn’t afraid of what would happen. Both the Lovelaces would be very much in their right to hate her for her actions. Never the less, she was guilty, and would bear the consequences. “Yeah… Let’s go.” She faintly said. While trying to look not too far up. “I’ll take a punch if that’s what I’ll get.” In fact, she would prefer the punch over anything else really. In her short time at the infirmary aiding the nurse, it had looked as if physical injuries vanished quite swiftly. So she was counting on that. Though if they started yelling, she’d be far less capable of taking the hit. Her father used to yell at her, from time to time. She wished it would have made her stronger. But he left just enough time between each berating, sometimes even months, that it was rather like keeping an old wound from ever closing. The worst, however, would be silence. How she loathed cold glares and silence. Holding herself up a little more she strolled behind Sylvia.

With Elijah gone, Eliana needed to kill time while her mother was busy in a meeting. In her duffel bag, along with a change of clothes, was the Gothic Fiction Novel, The Phantom of the Opera, by the French writer Gaston Leroux. For five minutes, she delved deeper into the captivating story of a complicated love triangle, an obssessive 'angel of music', and a bewitching, clandestine, and dark journey for the female protagonist. She heard the arena door's push open, as she leaned against the wall beside her mother's office door. Gently licking her fingers, she turned the page over and let her green orbs roam the next page.

"Oh thank the heavens..." Sylvia muttered as she spotted the short Eliana, who was, of course, involved in one of those lame novels of hers. The girl didn't seem to have any interesting hobbies whatsoever. Ugh, She and Jenna really needed to spice this girl's life up, or she'd never find a lover. Marching up to the brunette, she placed both hands on her shoulders, closer to her than she ever had before. "Eliana! I... Well, we need your help."

The eldest Lovelace didn't hear two people approach her for she was enraptured with the story. She was at the part where the Phantom brought his pupil to his domain. The Music of the Night chapter. He shows her how infactuated he is with her. This leads to her discovering that he has a mannequin that resembles her exact features and it is adorned with a... WEDDING DRESS. Eliana had almost forgot about the wedding dress! When she was talking to Elijah, she could only remember she somehow got trapped in her closet and...

It was not until Eliana was touched on her shoulders that she heard the piercing voice of Sylvia. With a sigh of exasperation but also extreme alarm in her green orbs from the sudden remembrance of the dress she had found on her bed, she hastily glanced up from her book and looked at the people that stood before her. First, she took notice of the blood on the redhead's neck. Her gaze immediately trailed from the neck to her new friend, Amelia. Well, this was a strange view. She didn't realize they were friends. When Sylvia mentioned both of them needed help, Eliana felt her insides turn. Not only did she recall the dress from this morning but her colleagues had fear written all over their faces. The rich princess never came to her for help and somehow the problem involved Amelia?!

Before she dealt with this, Ellie needed to do something else before she forgot, "Hold that thought for one second!" After closing her book, Eliana put it away and sent out a text to the cruel man, who thought that sick joke was actually funny.

To: The Worst
You went too far. You're not funny.

Somehow, Lucas received her number. Ellie could choose to block it but then she wouldn't know if he was possibly cornering Milo or something. He liked to send her teasing texts occassionally. Sighing to herself, she put her phone away and brought her attention to Amelia and Sylvia, "Sorry... but yeah, before you two talk about anything let's go over there." She gestured toward the lounge, away from her mother's office. There was no need in risking her mother hearing whatever they had to say.

The sudden realization of how close they were to Mrs. Lovelace’s office made Amelia even more uncomfortable than she already was. Should the woman ever realize what just happened, she would have all the right to punish her. She couldn’t keep her powers in control after all. If only she had an inkling of self-control she wouldn’t be in this entire mess. But she had to lick, Sylvia. She had to lick the scarlet drops. Even now the two tiny spots were calling out for her. Forcing her gaze to fixate on Sylvia’s neck. Until she snapped out of it and pulled her vision to Ellie. Giving her a small, warry smile. But the blood kept calling, and she kept fighting it.

Amelia's eyes kept going to the blood, but Eliana wasn't going to point that out. With a tinge of jealousy, Ellie grabbed her duffel bag, not trusting to leave it behind, and acted like she didn't notice Amelia's fixation on Sylvia. Within time, they made it to a lounge area that was a good enough distance away from Mrs. Lovelace's office. No trouble at all!

As the trio moved away from Professor Lovelace's office, Sylvia's cellphone rang, blaring a catchy yet obnoxious electro-metal song. "What the fuck is this...?" she blurted out in obvious disgust. This wasn't her normal ringtone! Fishing for her phone in her purse, Sylvia answered and silenced the racket that draw unneeded stares. A crimson hue flashed onto the princess' cheeks, embarrassed by whatever the hell had just played. "Hello?"

A light chuckle escaped Eliana's lips, having a hunch on who changed Sylvia's ringtone. She turned her head to look at Amelia. She didn't want her to worry about whatever was on her mind, even if there was an unwarranted feeling inside her that made her want to slap Sylvia for putting Amelia in this position. Ellie's gaze was genuine and she gave her an expression that read: I'll understand. Whatever the issue was, Ellie wanted to believe it wasn't that bad. Even if it was, she didn't want Amelia to think it would jeopardize whatever they had. There was something about her new friend that she couldn't let go... unlike what she had with Elijah, Eliana felt like she could show Amelia sides of her she hasn't shown anyone. A weird connection, maybe?

Amelia wasn’t bad at reading expressions. She fully realized that Eliana’s face tried to make clear she wouldn’t be mad. How could she know that before she even knew what the problem was!? Well, maybe she did? To Amelia, Eliana was far more understanding over exceptional situations. Which came first as a bit of a surprise because she often looked as if she’d be the last person to fall in unique situations. But there was something grounded and rational while still kind and loving about Eliana. Amelia could only assume it had to come from experience. Still, she averted her gaze from Eliana, looking down at her feet while holding her fingers. Eliana may understand. But still, she may not. And if she understood or not, Amelia still felt the crippling shame. Mixed with strong desire that kept creeping out from the darkness of her mind.

"Sylvia, sweety, it's mommy."

The redhead huffed into the receiver. She knew what was coming. "Hey, mom. Are you calling about Cecilia's bullshit?" she retorted with an attitude.

"Honey, you've got to learn how to-"

"Mom, I don't care what the Headmasters or anybody says. Cecilia is a stupid bitch and I'm going to say it like it is."

"But, baby, that's not very nice. You should be more gentle and respectful."

"She's not nice to Jenna or I, so I have no reason to be. Jenna can't even be out after 8, like what the fuck? That's borderline abuse. I just want to spend more time with my girl-" she paused for second before she corrected herself. "..my best friend." Sylvia finished her complaint, spilling out some of the reasoning behind her hatred for Professor Lovelace.

Now looking ahead, Eliana narrowed her eyes. Why the hell was Jenna friend's with this girl? All Sylvia did was bash their mother, for what? Because her mother wasn't born into a rich family? We all have to start somewhere! Should I even be helping her?! Her fist balled up, as she tried to contain her inner rage for this dimwit.

"Just try to be a little nicer, please? The Headmasters really aren't pleased with some of your actions lately." her mother pleaded, not once reprimanding or scolding her daughter.

"Whatever. Also can you expel this cunt named Kayla Styles? She sucker punched me today and broke my nose for like no reason."

There was laughter on the other side receiver. Feeling humiliated, Sylvia's face twisted up in annoyance. "Kayla Styles? Isn't she tiny? Baby, are you sure you're talking about the right girl? I don't think Kayla could have done that to you..."

The redhead seethed at her mother's comment. "Elise, I fucking hate you. Don't call me anymore today. Also I'm not coming home tonight." With that, she hung up the phone, not even giving her own mom a chance to say goodbye. She was fairly sure that her company had heard everything, but she didn't really think that her behavior was much different from other mother-daughter conversations.

Amelia was in fact about to step in. Especially when Sylvia told her mother to expel Kayla Styles. Hasn’t she learned her lesson yet!? Did expelling mean so little to the girl? Expulsion could destroy people’s lives! Especially those of supers! Whatever Kayla’s super power was, she very much doubted she fully mastered it yet. That combined with an education not tailored for someone who could kill a person with ease if they wanted to, and something worse than a villain could emerge. Though she let out a sigh of relief when Sylvia’s mother appeared to have enraged her daughter. Though she was still disrespectful, she did hang up. Meaning Kayla might be spared the worst.

Still, the sheer disrespect towards her mother was absolutely baffling. Should she ever talk like that to her mother she’d get berated and grounded. Should she even dare raise her voice to her father like that she’d be smacked over her cheek before she could finish a sentence. How did this woman live!? In a strange way she pitied the girl. She grew up her whole life thinking she could talk to people like that. But sooner, rather than later, she’d graduate. From then on she’d get thrown in a world where speaking like that, to anyone, could mean losing your job, house or car. It felt weird, but she didn’t wish Sylvia a poor life.

Shaking her head in disapproval, Eliana placed her duffel bag on the glass table and sat her bottom on the white loveseat. Rubbing her hands together, she stared the two girls down, more so Sylvia than Amelia, "Alright, I'm listening."

Sylvia composed herself and breathed in deeply as she sat down next to Eliana, not exactly sure how to go about her next words. It didn't seem like Jenna had told Eliana about their relationship, which was probably for the best. Here she was now though, about to spill the beans. One of her digits twirled a strand of her nearly orange hair around anxiously. "So... um... You know I've been friends with Jenna for a long time, right? And that we're really close?" she began, eying the brunette for confirmation.

Crossing her arms and leaning back into the couch, unfazed and with an unreadable expression, Eliana muttered, "Sylvia. Get on with it."

Well, well. Apparently the nerd wasn't playing around today. Throwing her hands up in the air, Sylvia decided to get straight to the point. "I'm dating your sister, Ellie." That was about as easy of an explanation she could give. But next came the interesting part about telling her about herself and Amelia's uh... thing. Whatever that was.

Blinking and staring at the redhead for a moment or two, Eliana suddenly burst out in laughter. Covering her mouth, she didn't know if this was because she didn't know if she should believe it or this was a nervous breakdown. Wrapping her arms around her body, tears running down her cheeks, Ellie tried to let out a, "I'm.." Oh god if this was true her mother would kill both her and her sister, "-Sorry." Trying to gain her composure, she wiped the tears from her face and doubted, "No, seriously."

Eliana’s reaction sort of shocked Amelia. Who always assumed Eliana was a serious girl who knew when to make fun. Or was she utterly losing it. She felt as if she was spared some agonizing fact that made the situation far worse than she thought it was. Cause clearly, Eliana got pushed over some edge. Worry crawled into the nauseous soup of emotions that was becoming Amelia. Who fought now so hard to keep her composure herself. As she watched how Eliana was completely losing hers.

Was this bitch even taking her seriously? Eliana's outburst caused a snide curl of Sylvia's lips to twist into reality. "I'm not fucking around. I really like Jenna." she spoke harshly, but her demeanor soon changed. Her hand moved onto the brunette's knee, and she tried to seem as sincere as possible. "Look. I need your help. Amelia and I went to the bathroom because I was a mess, but then she... licked me and uh..." This was becoming extremely awkward to explain. "Like it wasn't sexual, but then she bit me and that felt really good, but I think Jenna might be pissed when she learns about this. I really don't want to ruin what I have with her."

There was the curling stomach feeling again. With a pale face, Eliana peered down at the hand on her knee. This... this was a lot of information. Moving her knee to the side so that Sylvia was no longer touching her, Ellie stood up and squeezed her way pass the two girls. She began to pace back and forth, "Oh man..." Her mind was going in circles, "How am I going to explain this to mother?" she asked herself. The whole erotic scene wasn't that big of a deal to her, but Sylvia dating Jenna. Oh no. Oh nononono. How was she going to solve this one? Think. Think. Think. Stopping for an instant, as if she were going to say something to them, Ellie shook her head and went back to pacing.

Amelia kept silent for now, letting Eliana and Sylvia fought out this one. The fact was that making their relationship was none of Amelia’s business. But then again, it was her transgression that seemed to force it to come out. She wanted to speak out against Eliana, telling her that forcing a ‘meet-the-parents’ was just a bad idea. Though it looked as if Eliana was far too stressed about the whole situation that she would listen. She kept herself out of the conversation for now, biding her time.

Jenna's sister was quickly becoming an absolute disaster concerning advice, as if she didn't even register what Sylvia was asking. Breathing out loudly, she crossed her arms in annoyance. "Why the fuck are you going to tell your mom anything? Are you going to help me or not?"

"Shut the fuck up, Sylvia." Darting her attention toward the redhead, Eliana glared tenaciously. Rarely did she curse, but when she did, the spite could be felt like snake's teeth digging into your skin. If she wanted her help, she needed to learn to keep her trap closed, "Unlike you, I respect my parents." Her green orbs locked with the brown eyes of her sister's lover, "My mom, whether you and Jenna like it or not, is going to find out. And it isn't going to be from me." Sylvia looked like she was going to say something but Eliana gave her a chilling glower, "You're going to learn how to listen if you want me to help your stupid ass." This situation was the worst. Calming herself down, Eliana clasped her hands together and smiled, "Let's deal with one problem at a time. Jenna will be here in 30 to 40 minutes, so you two are going to figure out how to tell her what you did. I may, or may not, intervene. If you want me to be honest, maybe you deserve her wrath. More so you, Sylvia, than Amelia. As her girlfriend you shouldn't have encouraged the situation. You know there's this thing called saying no."

This new side of Eliana was... surprising, to say the least, and it actually left Sylvia speechless. Depressed, even. Not sure what to say, she drew her long legs up onto the couch, wrapped her arms around them, and downcast her chocolate eyes to the ground. She should have denied the vampiress, but she was so caught up in the moment. Everything was a mess now, and it was all her fault. Yes, every word that Eliana spoke was completely right and deserved. She really was just a stupid whore who didn't deserve anything. Guilt and sadness overwhelmed the princess, completely breaking down on the spot. A torrent of tears rained down Sylvia's lily white cheeks as despair clawed its way into her soul, sucking her into the cold, black void. Where she had failed, maybe Amelia would have a better time talking to the brunette.

Amelia had a little bit too much of tough girl Eliana by now. She stood up, walked towards Eliana’s side of the lounge and sat down next to her. She hadn’t spoken until now, letting the fire of the conversation carry on and see what would happen. But now it was time to intervene. “Eliana.” She started, dead serious. “Sylvia and I came to you because we need your help to explain what just happened to Jenna. I’m not asking this as your friend. I’m asking it from you because you’re the sister of Jenna.” She looked at Sylvia, who looked positively destroyed by now. The pity inside of her only grew. She inched closer to Eliana, whispering: “Not too long ago you were on the edge of breaking down too, remember? Now help another girl who’s almost broken.” She said, more gentle than her first words. Showing she genuinely cared about Sylvia, but also about Eliana. She then turned back to her friend, whispering: “I know you’re mad at her. I know the situation is.. Well.. fucked-up. But forcing Jenna and Sylvia to tell Mrs. Lovelace is only going to hurt all three parties involved. Don’t do this to her. Don’t do it to your sister. Don’t abuse this situation.” Those last words, while still spoken gently, were dangerous. Pointing out a friend to their flaws was always risky business. More so to people who just became friends. Still, Amelia had to say it. They came to Eliana for help, and so far Sylvia only received judgement and got worked even deeper into trouble. That wasn’t fair.

Amelia began to feel the emotional drain upon her. And she still had to face off against this Jenna. Whoever she may be, she expected Sylvia’s girlfriend to be angry as hell. Amelia was pretty determined to face the music. But still, it would be a blow to her emotional state. Could she take one more? She couldn’t be seen crying now. Looking worried was bad enough, but she had to show everyone around her she was strong enough to weather this. That she was strong enough to get through anything. Even if it meant breaking alone, she had to prove everyone around her just how tough she was.

From Sylvia's tears to Amelia's begging, Eliana, who was now sitting on the loveseat beside the vampiress, felt like the worst human being alive. Her day started off terrible and with that, she took it out on someone that needed her help. Her right leg moved up and down nervously, "Alright... I'll help." This was all too much for Eliana to handle in one single morning. Lucas playing a creepy trick, her mother taking away Charlotte from her, Sylvia dating her 16 year old sister, without a doubt sleeping together, and Amelia seeing a side of her that wasn't... attractive.

Ellie doubted Jenna would react badly about this but it was always good to make sure if she did, since her sister was a wild card, that she was there to ease the anger. It was the whole... Jenna was dating behind her parents' backs that bothered her the most. It wasn't her place to tell her sister and her lover to tell their parents what they've been doing but she knew her mother would find out. She always did. Whether it was what Brenna did to Eliana during their highschool years or Eliana going on ONE date with Elijah... her mother always found out. Her stomach continued to sink with the realization that her mother may be aware of her feud with Lucas. How would she explain that one? Cupping her face with her hands, she muffled, "I have to meet up with Minako really quick... so I guess that means you're going shopping with us, Amelia."

With dread, grief, and just a flood of emotions, she picked up her phone and texted the Matriarch in her family.

To: Mother
Jenna and I are going shopping, can we have our meeting sometime later? I can call you when we get back? Well....that's assuming you're okay with me leaving school grounds.

Putting her phone away, she stood up, "I'm going to the library, if you guys want to come."

Sylvia was entirely grateful when Amelia stood up for her, intently watching the woman persuade Eliana to their side. Wiping her tears away, the redhead flew over and hugged Eliana, which made the antisocial girl freeze. "Thank you so much, Ellie. Maybe you're not so bad after all..." she whispered, her voice a little hoarse from her sobbing. The mention of the library visibly had Sylvia cringe though, and she immediately backpedaled away from the shorter woman, as if she had some kind of disease. "Uh... No thanks. The library is for... well, uh... people like you. No offense." Her attention turned to Amelia, who was also wrapped in a thankful embrace. Trembling, she squeezed tight and buried her head into the girl's chest, quite clearly about to breakdown again. No one had ever helped her like this! At least, not willingly... "I love you guys. You girls are the absolute best." For once, she was actually being gushy and appreciative for what she was handed. More sobs emanated from the princess, lost in an emotional turmoil, and her crystalline tear drops splattered all over the vampiress' flesh.

Slow clapping echoed through the lounge. Coming from the doorway. There, against the frame stood Lucas. The devil in disguise. Clapping his hand slowly with a wicked grin all over his place. “Now this has been absolutely touching. The Mayweather princess in tears! Good lord, what brought you so low girl? No, don’t tell me.” He looked with snake eyes at Sylvia. “I’ll discover it myself.” His voice sounded very overconfident. With a sort of theatrical flair he began to walk towards the group. Slowly but with evil glee in every step. “And Amelia. Guilt looks good on your face. I never thought some high up von Carstein could feel guilt. Your brother certainly didn’t.” he sneered. Despite what many would have assumed, Gheist and Twilight were not on good terms. Marcus often taunted Lucas’ ladyless side on any party. Obviously hitting a sensitive nerve. But taking on the senior last year would have been suicide. So now he obviously took it out on his sister. As for the final, he turned his wicked gaze at Eliana. ”Now you.” He made dramatic twirl, making sure Mrs. Lovelace wouldn’t momentarily appear from her office before he locked eyes with the other Lovelace again. “As much as I absolutely love ruining your life. I didn’t pull any pranks on you. Not yet. Though, as it appears now. You’re pretty good at becoming a disaster yourself.” With that said, he stood right in front of the three. Looking like a 9 year old boy who just got told to ‘go nuts’ at the candy section. He took a long look at the three girls. Each in a very different but equally horrible state.

After which he twirled around again and walked out of the lounge. Once outside he pulled his phone. He had stumbled upon the emotional downpour equal to the Niagara waterfalls a little before he announced his presence. Right in time to shoot an nice video of Sylvia hugging Lovelace and von Carstein. From his vantage point he could see the red lines on Sylvia’s cheeks by her tears. The 10 second vine went straight to Delphina Times. He honestly only wanted to get back at Lovelace. But with Sylvia humiliating him like that so publically. Well, how could he resist? Who knew that going to Mrs. Lovelace complaining why some vigilante like Leon dared calling him would yield such a great film? He definitely felt happy enough now to just straight up face Leon.