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Was she a sadist?

The question came from the many, [I]many[/I] looks she got as she watched a majority of the populace stroll in at their leisure. There was just something about being feared that felt...right. Feared? Well, she was intimidating, or so she was repeatedly told. She liked to think of herself as disciplined, though she did have an awful case of resting bitch face. But that was just genetics; even her mother, who was probably one of the sweetest people she had known to this day, had to constantly smile to make sure she didn't look like she was constantly scowling. Victoire was honestly just used to it at this point, though her expression helped people take her seriously, so there was that.

Of course, all this flew out the window as Lucas was determined to annoy the crap out of her. He had been circling the area at a distance, constantly coming back and making an attempt to copy her face as he would stare down his classmates. Some laughed, others looked mildly confused, and the rest said nothing, lest they incur Victoire's wrath. More importantly, Lucas was a damn distraction. She was certain she had missed a few who had violated the dress code, making a mental note to chase them down, though she could no longer ignore Lucas. The boy took notice as she abandoned her post, scowling at her to the best of his ability.

"[color=crimson]Miss President, you're going to miss out on the loose ties and untucked shirts![/color]" Lucas gasped dramatically, eyes widened.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Victoire chose to smile, slightly adjusting Lucas' tie. "[color=deepskyblue]I swear to god I'm going to strangle you,[/color]" She told him rather cheerfully as she suddenly tightened the knot. "[color=deepskyblue][I]Why[/I] are you buzzing around here?![/color]"

"[color=crimson]Vic! Stop! Ack![/color]" He wrested himself away from her, loosening his tie considerably so he could breathe again. "[color=crimson]I'm just waiting for my boy to come in, geez...[/color]"

Oh god, he meant Santiago, didn't he? How the hell Lucas and him were friends, she had no idea. If one didn't know any better, the two were an unlikely pair all things considered: the 'diablo' was infamous around campus for his signature 'hit-it-and-quit-it' whereas Lucas was just as much of a manwhore, so why he was friends with someone who was essentially his competition was beyond her. Still, the thought of Santiago seemed to have caught her attention, the girl letting out a sigh as she shook her head at Lucas. 

He grinned in response, though some girl's shrieking would temporarily put their conversation on hold. "[color=crimson]Ladies and gentleman, we have our first of many meltdowns![/color]" He snickered, nudging Victoire. "[color=crimson]That's your cue to intervene, isn't it?[/color]"

Hell no. Victoire despised interacting with any sort of drama queen--well, she didn't like interacting with most people--so she wasn't exactly interested in...whatever the hell was going on over there. Still, it was always good to stomp out an issue before things escalated. Letting out a sigh, Victoire decided (against her better judgment) to see what off handed comment had offended whoever the hell that girl was. Lucas ended up having a point, as a small crowd was starting to gather, curious eyes wanting to see what was happening. Clapping her hands together rather loudly, she shooed away a majority of the onlookers. Man, people were so fucking nosy.