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Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

Jamie walked through the school hallway with a confident stride, focusing her cold stare straight ahead of her. Some students waded apart like she was a disease, letting her through uninterrupted while others stayed put for her to push them out of her way. She led herself forward in her head, counting to three with every three steps she took - one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three...

All she had to do was move forward. It didn't matter what was going on around her. All she had to do was-

"Hey, look, it's Miss Jamie Joker," someone called, but Jamie wasn't bothered to pinpoint who's voice the statement belonged to. She didn't care anymore.

"God, how old is that now? An ear?" she asked no one in particular, exasperated, unaware of her small slip-up.

"Uh, you mean a year, Jams," her friend, Emilia, corrected her.

"Yes, whatever..." She shrugged it off like she always did nowadays.

"And, actually, it's not-"

"Just shut down, Emilia," she snapped at the blonde-headed girl, glaring as they approached Jamie's locker. The three girls that huddled around Jamie were all dressed for a stage performance while Jamie was dressed... Well, she was rather under-dressed than dressed for anything, to be honest. 

Carmen, the shortest of them all, had green eyes and a boyish haircut that resembled something close to a bright red fire on her head. She was often compared to a pixie for her haircut and her cute, freckled, but seemingly attractive looks. She wasn't smart, but she was creative - her haircut, fashion sense and cosmetic choices were a perfect projection of this.

Emilia was considered the smartest of the group and was usually the one to correct Jamie's mistakes despite the fact that improvements are guaranteed to never arrive from her efforts.

Lastly, Eve (Evelyn) was the dullest character with the most gorgeous looks - honey-coloured eyes that glowed in the light and turned metallic bronze in dimmer situations, golden brown hair that turned lighter at the ends of perfectly grown spirals, a very feminine and petite nose paired with small, pink lips that many have dreamt of kissing while a lot have already had the pleasure. Really, she didn't look like she was cut straight out of a magazine, more like she was plucked straight out of a guy's dreams. Unfortunately, her looks were all she had... she was as dim as the 1940s' light-bulb.

Well, Jamie was starting to beat her record on that, however.

All three of them lingered near Jamie as she collected her books from her locker, something she did only for the sake of visiting the locker before going to class - it was their sort of hangout area before and after classes.

"Jams, you really need a better haircut," Carmen stated, absentmindedly pulling out her makeup purse despite the fact that several teachers could catch her if they happened to walk past. Jamie glanced at her as she applied her signature cherry-flavoured lipstick, not really caring if her friend got caught or not - she herself didn't follow a lot of the rules, so she didn't have any right to correct Carmen if she didn't, either.

"I can have whatever haircut I want," Jamie retorted with a steely tone, hoisting her bag over her shoulder and slamming the locker-door shut.

"No, no... You're getting a haircut this week," Carmen replied nonchalantly, ignoring Jamie's harsh tone since she knew she always got her way with her. The three girls all got their way with her very often - almost always.

Once Jamie had collected the few books she ever bothered to use, the four of them typically modeled their way down the aisle, meeting no one's gaze and daring anyone that stood in their way to piss them off.