Phoenix High (a Roleplay)

Part 2

Charlotte:
Charlotte walked into the gym, a cup of steaming caramel espresso in one hand the other holding her designer handbag. Her glossy blond hair was pulled back into a elaborate braid, the tips a simmering aqua. Her lace up heels clicked on the wooden floors as she walked into the center of the room. Her violet eyes flickered around the building. It smelled of sweat and old clothes, it was disgusting. Charlotte wore a dark blue single shoulder tank top, matched with jean shorts. Not the best P.E gear but screw that. From her observation a few people sat on the bleachers around the edge of the room everyone now looking her way. She grinned, a flash of white against the crimson of her lips. Her eyeshadow was a similar shade of sparkling red and black with a little wing of eye liner at the end.
"Charlotte." Chirped Hannah Rodley as she made it to Charlotte's side.
"Morning." She replied taking a delicate sipp of her coffee while she waited for the rest of her group to flock.

Slowly more people trickled into the room. All of her group flocked around her expect the one she was waiting for. Lukas. Where was that boy. His younger sister was here, sitting in the corner drawing book in hand. So if she was here then surely Lukas was to. She wanted to see him and was starting to get worried about him. In fact she was about to text him when Natasha pointed out Hertha.
"Oh is it?" She grinned licking her lips like a predator that just caught it's pray. "Hello little delinquent," Charlotte said walking over to her, her flock following after her.
She stopped in front of Hertha standing at the front, the rest of her group behind her.
"Oh how nice of you to ask!" She replied. "I'm doing pretty good you wouldn't have happened to see Lukas right? Oh of course you haven't he wouldn't waste his time on a pathetic girl like you." She giggled hearing the other in her flock giggle behind her.
Charlotte had made her voice sound sweet and kind but she knew Hertha could read between the lines. Hertha knew the poison that laced her voice, the threat. If she dared touching her boy, if anyone dear touching her boy, she would end their life in the brutalist why possible.
"It's too bad really," Charlotte said staring at the steaming cup in her hand and idea coming to her mind.

She walked towards Hertha looking as sympathetic as possible. However at the last minute she 'tripped' her finger accidently lifting the lid and spilling the whole cup of her caramel espresso all over Hertha. Now it wasn't burning hot but it wasn't cold either.
"Oh Gosh Hertha I am so so sorry," she said covering her mouth in mock horror but sniggering behind her hand. "I mean at least it smells nice," she not being able to hide a slight snigger. It was rather entertaining after all, and it so severed her right. That prick should learn to leave her and her group alone. And most difficult leave her Lukas alone.