Happily Never After (Tagatha/the school of good and evil)

The Beloved

"Agatha?" Agatha turned around and eyed her Prince. "Agatha, what are you doing?"

He grasped for her hand, but she pulled it back, slipping to the door.

She sighed, her chest heaving, and walked out.

Agatha grinned, her lips curved into a weird smile.

"Aga-" She swivled, releasing thorns of ice. People cried as they opened their eyes, relieved to be untouched.

"Don't touch me!" She threatened. She brushed her arm, sashaying down the stairs.

People watched in shock as her necklace grew red once again.

Tedros shook his head, uncertain of what was going on. Could it be that my princess has turned into a... Witch?

Tedros drew out his sword, signalling all the other boys. "Let's go!"

"Tedros, you're not going to kill her, are you?" Kiko prayed, grabbing his arm.

Tedros flicked her arm away. "I have a plan, trust me." He marched down the stairs, the everboys following.

Kiko sighed, following them down the stairs. I'm not going to let them touch her.

Scarlet grasped the branch of a tree, swinging herself up.

Her invisible cloak covered her face as she made her way to the castle of Evil.

She jumped through the window, causing pieces of glass to smash into smithereens.

Dusting herself off, she walked towards the cupboard that Sophie had previously locked up.

I'm doing the right thing. She told herself, smirking. Finally, I will get the ever after I diserve. The one I have been yearning for.

She flung off the chair, causing it to break with a loud crash. Unravelling the rope that was tied onto it. Thrusting the door open, she unlocked the chains and grabbed the storian.

Cackling, she flung out her book. "The ending I've always wanted."

Agatha choked more icicles at students as they dodged it. The only person she managed to hit was a girl who ended up with a tiny slit in her arm.

Frowning, Agatha moved outside. Awfully bored. She conjured up a big ball of frost and flung it into the air, ashamed of the outcome.

"Face it, Agatha. No matter how hard you try to be evil, you'll always end up doing good."

Agatha grunted, turning around to see her Prince with his sword, ready to attack.

Pain shot through her heart, glaring at his glowing finger.

"Come on, Agatha. What's wrong?" He asked, his arms ready to embrace her.

Agatha shook back her tears and held a daring grin. "Give it your best shot."

Tedros closed his arms, unsure of what to do next.

"I'm not easy, Tedros." She snarled. "I know." He chuckled. "You're strange." He played along, making Agatha's blood boil.

Turning around, she stormed towards the entrance, ready to take over the School.

"You won't know what hit you."

Agatha slowly burst the door open, glaring at the everboys who were ready to strike her.

Suddenly, she lost all hope. I could have it all under my grasp. She smiled, the courage returning.

Agatha thrust more icicles, not because they were sharp, but because they were the only thing she knew how to hurt people with.

Nicholas was left with a scar on his head. Brushing his caremel hair, his finger glowed with anger.

Raising her finger, Agatha got ready to strike him. Her eyes filled with amusement.

He stopped, relaxing his face. He couldn't. For some reason, he just couldn't.

Chaddick eyed him, pestering him to finish what he started. But Nicholas stayed put.

Agatha smiled slightly, walking towards him.

Stroking his arm. She breathed onto his chest, making him clench his jaw.

"Can't touch me, can you?" She sighed as she watched him lower his head in shame.

"But I'm not your princess," She continued, stepping back.

"You just have to get over it."

Nicholas felt something in his heart, some sort of pain lingering inside. He relaxed his jaw, staring at her coldly in the eyes.

"You're right," He scoffed. "Don't know what I ever saw in you."

He ignored the glint in her eyes, something shining through, yelling to him that she was sorry, asking for forgiveness.

He brushed past her, nearly knocking her over, and entered the open.

All students in the hall stood in awe, watching the once sweet girl, spitting dirt at someone else.

"What?!" Agatha spat, her hand conjuring a snowball.