The Ghostwriter and The Lone Ranger [Jay x OC]

Chapter 32: Waltzing Practice

[Tracy's P.O.V.]

I walked into Princess Elegance Debutante class, the teacher isn't here yet. Wow, I wonder why? (smirks) Okay, I know I shouldn't be rude, but I could have sworn Jones told me the 'tea' he gave me only ensured a few days of diarrhea. I can't believe that today the last lesson of the day had to be this subject! I saw Hayley waving at me with a smile on her face.

Princess Elegance Debutante, ugh! My least favorite subject! I mean, in my defense, not every girl likes to drink tea gracefully or try to look good before you turn into shark feed?!

I mean, honestly, why should I matter on looking good and waiting for a prince to rescue me? Just rescue yourself, the only Prince I enjoy is the one who sings Purple Rain.

Lonnie walked in along with her popular friends. She noticed me as she excused herself from her friends and went over to me.

"Hi sis, hey Hales." Lonnie smiled at us.

"So, wanna sit with us? I always have an extra for my friend!" Hayley patted at a seat beside her.

"Lonnie!" one of her friends waved over. "Over here!"

"Why are you talking to those losers?" One of the popular girls asked Lonnie.

"Oh, that's just my sister and an old friend." Lonnie replied.

"Well she doesn't look anything like you." One girl, Jessica Dingwall, commented as she gave me and Hayley a dirty look. (Judging by the fact that Hales here is sort of dating Jessica's ex I can understand that)

I frowned a bit. I've met you girls like a gazillion times, but you never remember my name! I'm Lonnie's sister for crying out loud! And don't EVER insult Hales!

"Sorry girls, but I think I want to spend some time with my sister. And please do not make fun of them, they are my friends!" Lonnie shook her head as she walked over to our spot.

"Way to go, Lon!" Hayley applauded.

I could feel that my sister's friends are insulting and making fun of me. Sure, I have poor taste in fashion and I know that I am clumsy. Me, poor taste?! Really, those so-called perfume you wear smell as if a bar of soap threw up in a bottle and the perfume factory manufactured it.

In words of Spike: "I'M GONNA RIP OUT YOUR LUNGS AND USE IT AS A XYLOPHONE"

"Hi Evie, hi Mal!" I waved as I gestured two empty seats I reserved for them.

"Hey, mind if I seat here?" a girl with messy but somewhat frizzy red hair and silvery grey eyes (she's the only Dunbronch sibling with grey eyes, most of her cousins have green or blue eyes, so I assume her dad had grey eyes) asked me along with a shy 13 year old girl with black hair and mesmerizing blue eyes. I recognize them, they are sisters, the sister with red hair is Robyna 'Robyn' Dunbronch, Queen Merida's second child. She has a somewhat bad girl reputation like Hunter does and she knows how to be a rebel when she wants to be. The other girl with raven hair is Ravenna 'Raven' Dunbronch, she is rather shy and quiet. Those two are as different as they can be.

"Sure." Mal shrugged. "No one is sitting on it anyway."

"Aye, thanks!" Robyn nodded.

"Cool! I love your blue dress!" Evie complimented.

"Thanks, blue is my favorite color" Raven looked at her shoes shyly. "I like your hair too."

"I think we're gonna be great friends!" Evie smiled.

"So, Mal, congrats on getting yerself a lad like Ben!" Robyn teased.

"Ugh! I wonder what class today would be about?" I wondered, since it's almost Ben's coronation I bet the school board is gonna train us youngsters about the crappy art of waltzing.