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[indent][color=#ffffff]As excessive as Mina was, and this girl was pretty excessive, she was sitting on her lover’s lap on a fold up chair in the boiler room, under the gym. Fo[/color]r dramatic effect. [color=#ffffff]He had convinced her on the ride to school that she should talk to her cousin, immediately, and share everything that was on her mind, in her heart, and coursing through her soul. Since she didn’t want people to intrude on her moment with her cousin, she chose to send a text request for Hailey to meet her here during the Morning Show, when everyone would be distracted by the campaign commercials. She had already seen Becca’s and could only laugh at how FAKE it felt. What she instructed Emmy-Lou to do would CRUSH her idea, DIMINISH any attempt Becca had to win. [/color]

[color=#ffffff]As if she’d let her! [/color]

[color=#ffffff]Ha! [/color]

[color=#ffffff]Running her fingers through Christopher’s hair, she concentrated on what she’d say to Hailey and how she’d win her appraisal with such brilliance! Such cleverness! Such… deceit! She knew exactly what she needed to do to make the school right again and if Hailey understood exactly what she was trying to do, [/color]EVEN [color=#ffffff]BETTER. [/color][b][color=#f5deb3]“I hope she comes! She didn’t reply.”[/color][/b]

The simple truth was, Hailey didn’t care about this. She didn’t care about the politics, or whatever it was that MIna was doing — not really. Hailey was above that now; she had a [i]relationship, [/i]and that was more important than dealing with meeting with Mina and talking about her [i]plans for the future.[/i] What did that even mean? Hailey delicately locked a bit of her hair behind her head, and opened the door to the room where Mina and Christopher (they were [i]always[/i] together, at least Hailey had the tact to leave Butler out of the room for something like a private meeting). [b][color=#922b2b]“Yes, Mina?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#f5deb3]“Please, have a seat, cousin. It’s been awhile since we last saw each other.” [/color][/b]Mina gestured toward the other chair across from her. The offer was on the table but she suspected Hailey probably wanted her to get straight to the point. She would, soon enough. [b][color=#f5deb3]“You look great. Life’s doing you well, hm?” [/color][/b]She was intrigued with how she’d answer that one. Sure, Hailey had Hana now, but that couldn’t change her feelings toward the school, could it? She ruled the school since freshman year. It would be unbelievable if one person was able to change her mind to where she was okay with how things were. 

Hailey looked at the folding chair waiting for her, and wondered briefly how things had fallen so far, so fast. At least when she had called meetings, they had been in a Bentley, or a beautiful restaurant. Something like that. This? This was like a bad mid-2000s Die Hard clone. Hailey slowly sat down, and rested her head on a single extended index finger. Hailey blew at bangs that had already fallen back into her eyes, [b][color=#922b2b]“I would say so. It [i]has[/i] been a while, which is why I suspect there’s a reason you asked me to meet you in this, ah —” [/color][/b]Hailey looked around the room, and back down at the chair she was sitting in, and finished. [b][color=#922b2b]“— [i]lovely[/i] meeting room.”[/color][/b]

Mina’s lips curved up into a devilish smirk at Hailey’s response. Everyone had their own aesthetic and for Mina, it was in between teddy bears and trapping someone in a room of cement with no windows and doors. Blame her mother for that one. [b][color=#f5deb3]“I wonder what they’re going to do when there’s blood in the water.” [/color][/b]Releasing her lover, she shifted her body so she was facing her cousin. After she crossed her legs, she conceited, [b][color=#f5deb3]“I love that idiom. If someone is bleeding in the ocean, sharks smell it and then oops! Every shark attacks. Same thing happens with chickens. If one chicken has a spot of blood, the others will peck him to death. It’s such a [i]lovely [/i]phrase. A perfect example of this school.” [/color][/b]She glanced at her sharp nails and released a giggle, [b][color=#f5deb3]“They think you’re weak, but they have no idea what it feels like to be a lamb for the slaughter. To speak plainly, I want those that thought they could defy you beg for mercy. Only the most bloodthirsty sharks will come out alive.” [/color][/b]She quickly, with a cutesy gesture, covered her lips with her lace-gloved hand, [b][color=#f5deb3]“Metaphorically speaking.” [/color][/b]

Placing her hands back on her lap, folding them, she continued her tangent with poise, [b][color=#f5deb3] “I won’t [i]literally [/i]kill them, but I want to give them a piece of their own medicine. Make them admit to their wrongs. Destroy their image. Take what’s most precious away from them. Have them wish they never messed with the status quo. I will be that poison that destroys them slowly. I will speak for the people and be the storm. I’ll show them exactly what a riot feels, since they all think they have a right to the throne. The monsters will come out to play! And it will be GLORIOUS.” [/color][/b]

[i]Pause.[/i]

[b][color=#f5deb3]“They have NO idea, Hailey. What I can do.”[/color][/b]     

This was what she wanted? Hailey couldn’t believe she was listening to this right now. Mina certainly earned her title of ‘drama queen,’ she didn’t know what she’d expected. Of course she’d gotten dragged down into a damp, humid, dark, smelly basement — it [i]was[/i] humid, Hailey was certain her hair would be out of order when she finally left this horrid place. Mina seemed like she’d walked out of early 2000s AWE, back when it was [i]bad.[/i] What was next? Was she going to claim that she was going to inject the school with a lethal dose of [i]venom[/i], or some crap?

Hailey wished she had a drink. Never before had she so powerfully and deeply understood her mother’s (both of them) reliance on alcohol. She wished she had something more clear to say, something more [i]weighted, [/i]but the truth was that she had nothing more to say but something plain and simple, [b][color=#922b2b]“I’m sorry?” [/color][/b]It was all Hailey could think to say at first, before she shook her head. [b][color=#922b2b]“I’m not interested in this kind of thing, Mina. I’m past it.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#f5deb3]“What?” [/color][/b]This caused Mina to stand up, rushing to her bag and pulling out a folder covered with lollipops. [b][color=#f5deb3]“You gotta be shitting me.” [/color][/b]She slipped out blown up pictures of the faces she knew were not in Hailey’s good graces and tossed them in the air, [b][color=#f5deb3]“All these fucking people, you’re not interested in teaching them a lesson? They painted you to be a bad guy! THE bad guy!” [/color][/b]She knelt down and grabbed the picture that was closest to her which was of Quincy Hart and ripped her in half, [b][color=#f5deb3]“Really? You’re a damn Green.”[/color][/b]

While at first, Hailey felt they were standing mostly as equals, as soon as her last name was brought into the mix, it lit a certain fire in her eyes, but… it certainly wasn’t the one that Mina [i]wanted[/i] to be lit. Hailey reached up a single finger and wagged it at Mina. [b][color=#922b2b]“Your politics? They [i]bore me.[/i] Your demeanor, Mina is… I suppose I won’t be the first one to tell you this — and most likely not the last — but your demeanor is similar to that of a pouty child.” [/color][/b]Hailey hissed in Mina’s direction, [b][color=#922b2b]“You would do [i]well[/i] to watch your tone when speaking to me.” [/color][/b]Hailey shook her head. [b][color=#922b2b]“Do you think I care what they say? I have my own [i]business[/i] to attend to.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#f5deb3]“This is a joke, isn’t it? YOU slap people’s faces off when they step out of line. When people have a problem with you and want to pick a fight, you make sure to end it, leaving all those losers to rot. You have the power to get someone to commit social suicide. Without you, no one would know what the dream even is! This school is a complete joke now and you’re just… fine with it? WAHT.” [/color][/b]Mina started retrieving her pictures, but she never looked away from Hailey’s face. Honestly, this was pissing her off even more. Did Hana fucking BRAINWASH Hailey? 

[b][color=#922b2b]“Correct. I don’t have time for this anymore. I have [i]more[/i] important things to do. I would [i]assume[/i] that you do too,” [/color][/b]Hailey gestured at the silent young man who was sitting behind Mina. Christopher nodded his head, but didn’t speak up — this one was on Mina to fight. She wanted this fight, and he was going to let her fight it herself. [b][color=#922b2b]“But, no. Instead, you choose to prioritize [i]this[/i] kind of thing. Don’t you think you should be above this? Surely, the ‘queen’ of pop culture has better things to do than try and handle the politics of a school she hardly even bloody goes to.”[/color][/b] Hailey huffed, rolling her eyes as she leaned back in the folding chair — ever so slightly. [b][color=#922b2b]“Because, surely, this should be your priority. Abso-fucking-lutely.”[/color][/b]

Unfortunately for Hailey and Christopher, the words did not seem to get through Mina’s skull, and she tugged her hair in disbelief, [b][color=#f5deb3]“So you’re going to act like what you’ve done in the past, what the school is fighting for, doesn’t exist? This place, that by the way will forget you, does not exist???? Are you doing this because you don’t want to exist? You just want to suddenly become irrelevant?! I guess you’re right. If you want to act like everyone else, like you don’t matter, that’s on you. But I thought YOU were better than that. I guess I was wrong! HA. This is hilarious. A fucking joke.” [/color][/b]Like she was just handing Becca Helmsley the throne. FUCK THAT.  

Christopher stepped in then, and put a hand on Mina’s shoulder, squeezing softly to relieve some of the pressure and feelings he knew she had. If she was tugging on her hair, he needed to put a stop to that before it got a little too intense. He took his other hand and pulled MIna’s away from her hair, giving a gentle shushing noise. Hailey, at least, seemed to not get involved in what they were doing; she would respect Mina’s… instability.

She would not, however, play nice with words. [b][color=#922b2b]“Correct once more. This place won’t remember me, and it won’t remember you. Wake up! Do you think this is [i]worth[/i] your time? Time is the one resource you can’t get back! Do you truly think it’s best spent plotting in basements and perching your fingers like a bad Dr. Evil impression?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#f5deb3]“Yes! At least until I get BORED. And right now Becca thinks she’s going to be on top of the hill and I don’t like that at all! There’s a nice picture in my head and it’s getting ruined by stupid ass fuckers that should loathe the day they were ever born.” [/color][/b]Hugging herself, she started piercing her nails into her arms, painfully.

Christopher moved again, this time taking Mina’s arms and carefully twisting them so their fingers were laced together, as he again made the soothing noise in her ear. He knew he should have insisted they did this earlier, but he didn’t think he wanted to push Mina too hard. Mistakes had been made. [b][color=#4fd14f]“Deep breaths.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#922b2b]“Listen. To your man.”[/color][/b]

Hailey ran a hand through her hair, and stood up from her chair. [b][color=#922b2b]“Is that all, Mina?”[/color][/b]

Breathing in and out, in and out, Mina teethed, [b][color=#f5deb3]“Not by a long shot, Hailstorm. You’ll see me later, I can assure you.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#922b2b]“Hm.”[/color][/b]

Hailey turned and left the room, and once she was out of the room, and back to somewhere with a fucking cell reception, she pulled her cellphone and tapped at it, before putting it to her ear. [b][color=#922b2b]“We need to talk. Meet me at the Blue Lantern after scho — [i]yes[/i]. There. Bring them all.” [/color][/b]There was a pause. [b][color=#922b2b]“Because Mina Bellerose has lost her mind, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend — or something like that.”[/color][/b][/indent]