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FOUL

{13} 𖣔 Jazzy 𖣔

The five of us sat around a table in the Quad later that day, the only sounds shared between us the scraping of Evie's fork against her plate.

It was beginning to get harder and harder to ignore the chuckles and glares sent by Audrey, Chad and their goons from the table across from us.

"Hey guys." Ben smiled as he made his way over, his efforts returned by our ignorant silence.

I slowly brought my head up to look at him as he stood with his hands on Mal's shoulders. "Listen, forget about it. Alright? It was nothing, let it go."

Hearing him stick up for us only broke my heart further as I watched Ali sat with Gigi and the others, doing everything but.

"Tomorrow, after the Coronation I promise everything will be okay." He smiled, rubbing his girlfriend's shoulders lightly.

The look on Mal's face that was hidden from his view mirrored exactly what I was thinking, If only you knew, Ben.

"I have to go." He whispered into Mal's hair before planting a soft kiss on her head. He straightened his posture and looked around our table nervously, "I'll see you guys later."

With those last words, Ben left the Quad, leaving the five of us in a loud silence. It felt so overwhelmingly filled with sentences we were saying to one another and yet nothing left our mouths.

When Ali suddenly appeared at the foot of our table, I looked up with a curious expression splashed across my face.

"Look, Jazzy, I know I don't have long but-"

"Ali?!" Gigi scoffed, staring at him with an inquisitive glare from her position sat with her legs one on top of the other hanging off the table.

He turned around and mouthed, "Two seconds" to Gigi but she clearly wasn't having any of it.

"Still go to Coronation with me, I know I'm being a dick bu-" He rambled, only to be cut off again, this time by an irritated Chad.

"ALI!" He barked, beckoning him over.

Prince Ali sighed as he tucked a stray strand of my hair away from my eyes and  mumbled, "I'm sorry." 

And just like Ben, he left as well and rejoined his friends.

It seemed as though all we had now was ourselves and our friendship, and of course being rotten, which is all we could truly rely on.

"How long does she think that's gonna last?" Audrey giggled as she walked past with Jane on her arm.

Sweet, innocent Jane who now looked nothing like herself with an evil smirk adorning her face that even our parents would be proud of.

"Mal's just the bad girl infatuation..." She continued with an amused sigh.

Jane nodded, "I mean he's never gonna make a villain, a queen." 

"Too bad Ali's going through his prostitute faze, every rich prince does. He'll wake up soon, though and realize a whore can't rule a kingdom." Gigi had chimed in now, pushing herself off the table and joining the two girls.

I got up before the rest of them and ran off towards the castle, my head pounding and my eyes burning with tears that threatened to reveal themselves again.

I pushed open my dorm door as my movements slowed and I sat myself down on my bed in silence.

I refused to cry and I certainly refused to bring myself to be angered by stuck-up, prissy pink princesses that were nothing short of foul.

And although I was hurt by their words, a million thoughts that swam in my head ignored my heart's pleas of innocence, and so, I decided upon one thing.

They want a Villain? They'll fucking get a Villain.

𖣔 Ali 𖣔

I glared at Gigi as we sat next to eachother in the library in our formal wear.

She was wearing a long, extravagant dress in her signature aqua blue, her hair almost clashing, but not quite.

"I told the truth! Not my fault she couldn't handle it." The Geniette scoffed, as she waited for the door to open.

I had told Jazzy to meet me here for Coronation, and now I planned for Gigi to be here when she arrived and force the Geniette too apologise but she was five minutes late and after what happened at lunch, I doubted she would show.

"You called her a- good god, I can't even say it." I hissed at the blue-haired girl, my eyes glued to the door.

"You've been so distracted by her, Ali! Do you not understand?! She has you under some sort of spell, you've never liked her! You hated eachother one minute, and then suddenly you were obsessed!" Gigi yelled, ignoring the look the librarian was giving her.

"Had." I reply swiftly in an even tone.

She scoffs, "What do you mean by, 'had'?"

"She had me under some sort of spell, but it's gone now and yet I still think Jazzy is the most beautiful creature to wander earth, with eyes so deep I could get lost in them, so yes, I'm obsessed with her, and I hope to always be obsessed with her."

My words seemed to cut deep into Gigi's mind, like a sword so sharp I could see the injuries I had left in her eyes.

Her eyes filled with tears as she mumbled out, "You were supposed to love me."

I froze. 

"I've always showed you I'm a kind person, when they first came here, I gave the, a chance. You hated them more than I did. But then you took one look at her stunning hair and her scandalous clothing and you-... you were supposed to love me." She sighed the last few words, her chest heaving as though it were exhausting trying to conceal her feelings from me.

Did she really think that? I had always thought of Gigi as my best friend, as someone I could rely on, but I had never seen her romantically.

"I do love you, but I love you with every intention of friendship." I clarified, and she seemed upset but understanding. 

When the doors creeked open, we both stared, our eyes bewitched by the enchantment of the goddess stood before us.

Her hair was half up half down, twisted into a style that allowed strings of curls to decorate her shoulders and the sides of her face. Her makeup consisted of only her usual mascara and red lipstick that painted her plump lips an unholy colour that brought both sinners and angels to their knees.

Her attire accentuated her figure, the red dress tight round her bodice until it reached her hips where it dragged down her body in a thicker layer of red fabric.

She was perfect. A perfect blend of destruction and purity.

It was Gigi who interrupted the silence, "I'm so sorry for earlier."She spoke to the goddess, pleading for forgiveness.

"Whatevs, I don't really care." She shrugged, a smile on her lips that I had never seen before, and entirely evil one.

Gigi didn't seem to pick up on the disdain in Jazzy's tone, and just smiled before hurrying off.

I raised an eyebrow at Jazzy's antics. "What?" She asked, a smirk on her face as she giggled at Gigi's innocent unknowing.

Who the fuck is this, and where is the Jazzy I know?