𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 | 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬

THIEF

{07} 𖣔 Jazzy 𖣔

Mal looked through her locker as I applied lipstick in the mirror of mine.

Beside us, I heard a scoff.

Audrey, Ben, Chad, Ali and Gigi were all huddled together in a group as they openly discussed us, their heads often turning to frown at us both.

"Those kids are trouble." Chad grimaced, meeting my gaze. He acted as if he didn't know that we could hear him, but he knew fully well what he was doing.

Ben shook his head, "Guys... give them a chance." The Prince sighed, looking around at all his friends for any of them to take his side, but none of them did.

"Ben- the Brunette girl is a thief, the Evil Queen's daughter is a cheat, and don't even get me started on Mal." Ali protested, staring at me from his position leaned against the lockers.

I gritted my teeth at his words, which only seemed to amuse him because a smirk formed across his face.

"Yeah, no offense Bennyboo," Audrey started, reaching for her boyfriend's hands, "You're just too trusting. Like, I get that your mother fell in love with a big scary beast that turned out to be a Prince, but for my parents- the evil fairy was just the evil fairy.... that girl's mother." She nodded her head towards Mal.

"I think you're wrong about th-" The Prince began, but he was cut off by Audrey.

"I will see you after my dress fitting for Coronation, mwah." She blew him a kiss and walked away, Gigi trailing behind her.

Chad scowled at the Prince and hurried off to Audrey.

I sighed and turned my full attention to Mal, who was looking straight at me.

"Unbelievable." I mumbled under my breath so that only me and her could hear my words. Mal nodded her agreement and rolled her eyes, shutting her locker, only to reveal Ali and Ben stood beside it.

"Hey." Ben said to both of us, but I could tell his attention was on Mal.

"Hi." Mal replied, tilting her head slightly.

I smirked as Ali stared at me with obvious hatred, but the feeling was mutual.

"You're looking at me like you wanna kill me." I said to the boy, Mal and Ben both looking at us now.

"Your father tried to kill my dad, of course I want to return the favour." Ali hissed, his eyes darkening as mine drifted over his chest and then back up to his face.

Ben tried to reach an arm out to calm Ali down, but I had already begun speaking. "I'm not my father."

Prince Ben smiled and relaxed at my words, while Ali seemed surprised, his eyebrow raised skeptically.

"I'm worse." I shrugged, turning on the black and red peep-toe heeled boots Evie had made me and hurrying after the brunette girl that I had noticed walk past a few seconds ago.

Behind me, I heard Ben ask Mal, "She's joking, right?" and tried to reframe from laughing.

When I reached the bathrooms, Mal was ten steps behind me.

I pushed open the door on her signal and entered, appearing right behind Jane who was fixing her bob in the mirror.

"Hi! It's Jane, right?" Mal asked, her acting so flawless it almost had me fooled, "I always loved that name..... Jane."

Jane flinched and mumbled, "That's cool." Before trying to scurry away.

"WAIT!" I said, probably a little too forcefully, "We were just kinda hoping to make a friend... you probably have all the friends you need, huh?" I acted as sad as I could, which wasn't easy.

"Hardly." Jane sighed, looking back at herself in the mirror.

Mal faked a small gasp, "I mean- with your mother being Fairy Godmother and Headmistress, not to mention your own... uh.... personality!" 

I widened my eyes at the purple-haired girl's inability to lie and shook my head slightly.

"I'm not even pretty, you've got great hair." Jane said, looking at me with complete adoration as he eyes drifted down my brown loose curls.

Mal and I shared a look, "You know, I have just the thing for that!" Mal smiled, pulling out her spell book.

The brunette girl seemed to flinch at the sight of Maleficent's spell book, but eased up slightly when I gave her a reassuring look.

"Beware for swear, replace the old with brand new hair!" Mal chanted, flicking her finger through the air.

Jane's hair had morphed from what used to be a hideous, short, unevenly cut bob to long lustrious curls filled with layers.

An improvement, definitely.

The girl beamed at herself in the mirror and then turned to us both, tapping Mal's spell book eagerly, "Do my nose!"

"Aw, I can't...I've been practising but I can't do really big magic yet." Mal sighed, swirling her hand over Jane's face.

"Not like your mother, though!" I interrupted, getting back onto the subject of the wand, "And her wand! I mean, one swoosh from that thing and you could have anything you wanted."

"She doesn't use the wand anymore, she believes the real magic is in the books... not the spell books, regular text books with History and stuff." Jane frowned.

"What a rip." I scoffed.

Jane nodded slowly, "Yeah..."

"But- doesn't she love you?" Mal tried, pulling out all of the stops so that our plan would work.

"Yeah, of course she does but it's you know, Tough Love, work on the inside, not the outside.... that sorta thing." Jane mumbled, her eyes saddened as they drifted down to look at the floor.

"That's the face!" I snapped quickly, nudging Mal.

The purple-haired girl seemed to understand where I was going with this, "Yes! And then just look as if your heart's about to break... watch."

Mal paused for a moment as she got into character, washing her face of all her previous confidence and replacing it with a pleading, upset expression.

"Oh mother... I just don't understand why you can't make me beautiful, too." Mal broke character at the end and smiled at Jane.

"Think it would work?" Jane asked, her eyes glowing with a determination that hadn't been there before.

"Yeah." I nodded, "I mean that's what old Cindy did, right? And your mom Bibbidy-Bobbidy-Booed the living daylights outta her."

We all chuckled for a moment before Mal walked over the counter and sat herself ontop of it.

"And, if your mother does decide to break out the old wand... invite us!" Mal shrugged, folding her hands over the spell book on her lap.

Jane smiled, flicking her eyes between the both of us, "If I can convince Mom, you're both so there."

The girl hurried off as we smiled sarcastically and said, "Yay...."

When I heard the door shut I started laughing, "Oh God, that girl is more than pathetic."

Mal scoffed and agreed with me as we left the bathroom, now one step closer to the Wand and letting everyone out of the Isle.

Revenge was close, and it felt so good.