A Touch Of {vanity}, *open*

[Alicia Anderson]

Alicia smirked to herself, as she examined her reflection in the small mirror on the inside of her locker. Perfect as usual. Not a lock of hair out of place or a single detail overlooked. Still...Alicia extracted her make-up bag from the immaculate contents of her locker and pulled out a tube of lip gloss.

Satisfied after a few good swipes, Alicia smacked her lips, watching her reflection do the same as she returned the gloss to its proper place. She was aware of the people passing all around her, but she didn't pay any notice to any of them. It was passing period after all, so it was only natural that the halls were congested. It was only when she noticed the reflection of someone else in her own mirror that she decided to turn around.

"Can I help you?" she asked, snapping the door of her locker shut, and whirling around to face this 'intruder'.

She crossed her arms over her chest and arched a perfectly defined brow.

"Well?"

[Felicity Mayham]

She was going to be late for class, but her English Lit teacher should be used to it by now. She didn’t like rushing, not unless she was running away from her recent victim before she became the victim of a cheesy prank that she could have done better. She took her time mulling through the hallways and chatting with her friends.

What slowed her down the most was the Blond Bimbo that usually blocked her locker. She was the reason Felicity took her time. She didn’t want to deal with the Wrath of the Blondie. But today she didn’t care. She had been threatened with a detention if she was late again, and if she got another detention, her parents won’t send her that lap-top she’s been waiting for. She was going to get to class with her book on time for personal gain.

She had been staring at the Blonde’s reflection for the better part of two minutes before she was finally noticed. The short pink haired teen grinned cheekily at the Plastic, and when the girl turned to face her, Felicity smiled so sweet that it might have been sickening, but it was mocking and cruel rather then innocent. This girl smelled. Too much perfume. Someone should tell her that Less is More.

“You’re blocking my Locker. I’d like to get to it before Class, if you don’t mind moving, I’d really appreciate it, Blondie.” She told the girl and nodded toward the locker she was blocking while she had been smacking her lips like a person would do after they just ate some really good pie and tried to savoir the flavor of their lips.

[Alicia Anderson]

Who did this girl think she was? Alicia gave her a once-over, noting that she didn't look familiar, and classed her as a nobody. A very ignorant, pink-haired nobody. What made her feel that she had the freedom to address her as 'Blondie' was beyond Alicia.

"You know, I would have moved if you had just asked, Pinkie," she said, crossing her arms.

Alicia stood to the side so that the girl could get to her locker, though she couldn't see how she had been in the way in the first place. She stayed within her bounds when using her locker; it wasn't like she spread a red carpet down the hall and toted along her own personal throne...though when she thought about it, that didn't sound bad at all.

"If you're so concerned with being late you shouldn't have just stood there staring," she added, knowing that the warning bell would ring any second.

She picked up the oversized purse sitting at the foot of her locker at her own leisure. Unlike this commoner, she knew she could get away with being late. It didn't hurt that her next class was right around the corner either, so time was on her side, and she would stand and badger this girl for as long as she pleased.

[Felicity Mayham]

The Blonde called her Pinkie and the girl smirked bitterly at her. The bleach must have really done some brain damage because that was the least creative come up ever. "Pinkie, real cute," She murmured sarcastically, loud enough for the blonde to hear her.

"I thought it might have been rude to disturb you while you are applying lip gloss." Felicity mused and raised herself on the tips of her toes to look at the girls glossy lips.

"The upper left side looks glossier then the rest," She remarked and glanced toward the girls locker. "You can check it out in your private mirror, or use a Girls Rest Room like most girls to." She remarked sweetly, and smiled at the girl.

When she moved, Felicity decided to take up more space then she needed to get to her locker. She spun the number lock three times and opened up the locker door. The pink haired teen stared at her books for a moment, remembered what class she had and grinned sheepishly. She didn't need anything in here after all. The teacher was handing out new Text books.

She turned toward Barbie and closed her locker before locking the lock. "Turns out I didn't need anything after all." She remarked and smiled innocently. "I guess you can go back to applying your face."

[Alicia Anderson]

Alicia rolled her eyes at the girl's comment, and resisted the urge to retort, 'Of course it's cute, it came out of my mouth didn't it?' If she was going to go over the top and get into a dramatic bitch fight with this girl, she was going to do it with class.

"I thought it might have been rude to disturb you while you are applying lip gloss."

Alicia waved a hand dismissively. Honestly, the girl didn't need to pretend like she hadn't interrupted her solely because she didn't want to be rude. Alicia wasn't stupid, and she could tell that this wasn't some little polite pushover.

"Thanks for telling me, but I really don't need your opinion. Nice of you to care though," Alicia said, tilting her head to the side. She knew that her gloss was perfect.

The girl informed her that she could take a look at it in the public bathroom mirror- an obvious diss. What. The hell. Alicia scoffed. Plenty of girls had mirrors in their lockers, and it wasn't a crime to look in them since she had last checked.

Seriously, if this girl thought her to be such a princess, then maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to start parading around with a crown. At least then this girl would know who she was talking to.

"You know, it's funny how dirty skanks like you can be concerned with appearances. Or pretend to be anyways."

Alicia's voice was light and taunting, and she smiled a smile as fake as the one she had been delivered. If she was going to play this game, she should have taken into account that Alicia knew all the rules.

'Turns out I didn't need anything after all. I guess you can go back to applying you face.'

What a freak. All this fuss and she didn't even need to use her locker. Alicia was certainly starting to feel the psychotic serial killer vibe. She doubted that it was even her locker- probably just some poor soul who she had stalked to get the combination.

"What is your problem? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the trash can today?"

[Felicity Mayham]

"Thanks for telling me, but I really don't need your opinion. Nice of you to care though,"

Felicity shrugged a single shoulders. “Just trying to keep her Royal Highness from becoming the latest gossip because her make-up wasn’t as perfect as it usually is.” She told the blonde lightly. “You know how kids like to exaggerate things. They might think that you lost your whole fortune.” She added, and then clicked her tongue as if such talk was terrible and unbelievable.

"You know, it's funny how dirty skanks like you can be concerned with appearances. Or pretend to be anyways."

She laughed on the inside. Dirty Skank. Right. Now she was a whore. The short girl still had her virginity, and she was sure that this one here lost hers at eleven to someone who was at least nineteen. Felicity shrugged and frowned. The least she can do now is pretend to be a whore. “We don’t care how we look because only a decent fuck matters,” She whispered and winked at her. “But I’m sure you know that.”

"What is your problem? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the trash can today?"

Felicity shook her head as if she didn’t catch the trash can insult. Oh she caught it all right, but she refused to let it get her all riled up. “Actually, I had a very pleasant day until you blocked my locker.” She told her and then smiled understandingly. “But if that bump in your mattress kept you up all right, your attitude problem is complete understandable.”

She wasn’t sure if the Blonde Bimbo got the Princess and the Pea reference or not. She didn’t seem the type to have had children books and stories told or read to her. It was a pity, she might have known how ugly she really was in the inside.

[Alicia Anderson]

Alicia's lips pursed as she studied the girl, and came to three conclusions: 1. She was mad PMSing, and Alicia happened to be the one she was taking it out on. 2. She was sexually confused/frustrated, and 3. She didn't know what she was talking about.

She spoke as if she knew Alicia personally, when that was hardly the case. Alicia had never talked to this girl before, and would have felt cheated that the opinion of her was being based solely off a first impression. If she had been one to care about that sort of thing that was.

'We don’t care how we look because only a decent fuck matters,” She whispered and winked at her. But I’m sure you know that.'

At this Alicia couldn't help but laugh. The sound was almost chilling. Alicia had to admit that this was an interesting one at the least.

"You don't know me," she assured her, a bemused smile twisting her mouth upward, "But that's fair enough."

She didn't care to go into detail by what she meant by this, and pushed the strand of light blonde hair that had fallen into her eyes behind her ear and crossed her arms. Her blue eyes were alight with amusement, though there was something hard about them.

"Right. The locker you don't need to use after all?" she asked matter-of-factly.

'But if that bump in your mattress kept you up all right, your attitude problem is complete understandable.'

"Mhmm, it did. Which is why I have an excuse to be a bitch. You on the other hand, I'm not sure. Care to enlighten me?"

The bell sounded, a long drawling low ring, and mock anxiety compromised Alicia's features. "Oh my. You're going to be late, aren't you dear? Better hurry, wouldn't want your future to end up at McDonalds on my account. Unless that's what you had planned out anyways...?" She let it hang as a question so that the girl could finish it herself.

[Felicity Mayham]

The blonde laughed, but Felicity didn’t let the cruel sound get to her though. Instead she amused herself by picturing the girl with green skin, a wart, a large black pointy witch hat on her head, and an overly sized black gown that his her figure. Amusement suddenly light up her own eyes.

Water won’t melt this witch away, but Felicity was sure that cutting of the water supply to her shower would. She’d be withering away because she’d smell worse then she does know.

"You don't know me. But that's fair enough."

“I must be one of the lucky ones then,” Felicity mused. She knew perfectly well that it would have been healthier to keep the though silent, but getting under this girls skin was just to much of a blast then keeping it to herself. She smiled innocently at Miss Queen Bee.

"Right. The locker you don't need to use after all?"

Felicity shrugged a single shoulder at her. “People make mistakes,” She remarked, her tone just as matter-of-fact as hers had been. “Although I’m sure that you don’t know the meaning of the word mistake.” She added on rather sheepishly.

"Mhmm, it did. Which is why I have an excuse to be a bitch. You on the other hand, I'm not sure. Care to enlighten me?"

Ah. So she did get the whole Princess and the Pea suggestion. Either this girl was to stupid to get the meaning behind fairytales, or she was just to bitchy to actually play attention to there meanings. Either way, she as thankful not to be at Snotty as she was.

“I stayed up late doing my own homework.” She answered the blonde. “Us Commoners don’t have anyway to do their homework for them. We earn our own grades.” She added, and clicked her tongue lightly. “That’s that happens when you don’t have money, I suppose.”

The bell rang, and Felicity turned to head toward Mister McVane’s class, but the stupid blonde spoke, and Felicity paused to glance at her over her shoulder. A cruel smile twisted her lips upward brown eyes stared at her with cruel humor.

"Oh my. You're going to be late, aren't you dear? Better hurry, wouldn't want your future to end up at McDonalds on my account. Unless that's what you had planned out anyways...?"

“I actually plan on working at a five star restaurant, so when you come by for brunch with your high and mighty, and snotty friends, I can spit in your meal.” She told her and began walking, to get to her class before Mister V had a Melodramatic cow.

[Alicia Anderson]

“Us Commoners don’t have anyway to do their homework for them. We earn our own grades.”

Alicia scoffed, knowing full well the advantages she was talking about. Just because there were a handful of people ready and willing to do her work for her, she was a bad person. How was she supposed to refuse offers like that? No matter that most of the people who did this, did it because they were scared shitless. It did help to have the right connections, Alicia couldn't deny that.

“That’s that happens when you don’t have money, I suppose.”

"I suppose," Alicia repeated pleasantly.

“I actually plan on working at a five star restaurant, so when you come by for brunch with your high and mighty, and snotty friends, I can spit in your meal.”

Alicia grinned at this, "I'll look forward to that, if you manage to get that high after graduation that is." Her tone bright, yet doubtful as she watched the other girl leave. "Good luck!" she called out after her, "You'll need it."

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