Why? What did I?

[Max Fritz]

Max sat in one of the many unoccupied chairs that lined the corridor. She was indignant. Arms folded, slumped in her chair she stared at the wall as if to burn a hole in it. But of course laser vision was not an ability she was bestowed with. The worse she might do is create some bad condensation.

The incident was by no means her own fault. There was a tussle over something in the locker rooms and she just broke it up by punching one of the girls. How was she meant to know her nose would break? The girl wailed, blood streaming down her face. In a matter of minutes Max was bustled to await her punishment. So she sat outside this office in a white school shirt and a pair of shorts.

[Wren Averett]

Alexandra Rennicks.  Every high school had one of her, a Grade A bitch who made it her own personal mission to appreciate the worst flaws in every person she met.  Wren knew the type.  Years of prep and private schools had taught her well.  The best way around them was to roll your eyes and stay out of their way.  And that had been working out pretty well until Alex happened to find a spider crawling over the clothes in her gym locker.

How Alex knew Wren was responsible was anyone's guess.  Perhaps it was just because Wren was still new and Alex was already familiar with all the other girls' powers, the process of elimination.  Or maybe "popular" girls had access to some online database listing the insecurities of anyone they needed to break down. In either case, Wren had gone from flying under Alex's radar to being under heavy fire in a matter of seconds, and for something she hadn't even meant to do! 

Things just kind of escalated from there, and once it got physical another girl jumped in, delivering a delicious punch to Alex's nose, and even breaking it from what Wren could tell.

While Alex was carted away to the nurse and the other girl was dragged off to the principal's office, Wren was held aside by the gym coaches.  They demanded an explanation.  She gave one.  You'd think that would put her and the other girl in the clear, right?  

Think again. There was only one girl with a physical mark here, and that was Alex.  

"Good arm,"  Wren said as she took a seat next to Max, having been sent along shortly after her.  There was a smirk on her face that she couldn't seem to get rid of.  Yeah, she was in trouble and all, but....psh, that scream Alex let out.  All that blood, all those tears, you'd think she was dying!  What a glorious sight!

[Max Fritz]

Max's hope that condensation would lead her to world domination proved to not blooming. She was in the middle of planning an attack with methane and lighters when someone sat next to her. A glance sideways confirmed it was the girl who had been assaulted by Bitch-zilla. Max shrugged. She hadn't meant to break the girl's nose but the fights she had gotten in with her siblings had taught to hit hard and fast. An eyebrow raised at the girl next to her "Any particular reason why that girl wanted to kill you? Not to pry between a...lover's quarrel but I have put my neck on the line...slash chopping block..." The was the strong tone of piss taking through her voice, mixed with curiousty.

The horrifying thought that the school would contact his father, who would in turn tell her grandfather was slowly sinking in. Her father she could handle but Grandpa Fritz, she shuddered at the thought.

Turning around to the girl Max gave a small smile, putting her hand forward "Name's Max, you?"

[Wren Averett]

Wren scratched rubbed at the back of her neck where it was sore from having slammed into the lockers behind her. "Lover's quarrel...the very idea..." she grumbled. As if. Wren may have been bi, but if she was going to invoke her southern granny's wrath by dating a girl, it was going to be someone worth it. Bitch-zillas who start fights over bullshit in the locker rooms? Not her type.

"She found a spider in her clothes and blamed me for it," Wren said, her words dipped in a glaring southern accent. In Alex's defense, it was technically Wren's fault. But it was an accident, damnit! And she had no idea! She wasn't exactly thrilled with this power to begin with, and the last thing she needed was someone attacking her for it.

The girl offered Wren a handshake and a small smile, both of which she obliged. There was a little eagerness in her eyes when she smiled back, but she did her best to hide it. Though it could have been under much better circumstances, Wren would take any chance to have a friendly meeting with someone. She had spent her first couple weeks catching up in classes and hadn't had a chance to make any friends. The boredom was agony. At least Alex's fight had been a little interaction.

"Wren," she said. "And thanks, by the way. For that hit." She grinned as the image came back to her. "All that blood. All those tears. It was absolute art."

[Max Fritz]

Max nodded sagely as the girl explained the catalyst of the fight. She shrugged "I'd be pretty pissed if I thought someone put a spider in amongst my polka dot pan-...Not annoyed enough to assault them though..." Max shared in Wren's, albeit half-heartedly due to the impending doom that was her punishment. She had learned from an early age that if you were going to cause trouble you'd better not get caught "I thought her wailing was a wee bit overdramatise. It wasn't even that hard a punch." Her grin grew and she nudged Wren "She deserved it though..."

Her grin faded partially. Eyes studied Wren for a second before Max tilted her head slightly "You're new aren't you? I'd highly recommend you stay away from that crowd. More glitter than sense." Another shrug "It's your choice really. I'm probably not the bet person to take advice from..." A smirk formed on her face "Never really got along with the girls in our year."

[Wren Averett]

Wren grinned when Max nudged her and she nodded.  Nudge meant joking around, relating, friendshipping.

Probably best not to get ahead of herself, but even still.  Wren wanted people to interact with.  She'd been the lonely new kid for a while now and it was getting old.  Being stuck outside the principal's office wasn't anyone's idea of hanging out, but it was better than nothing.  At least she'd met someone and would have someone to talk to now.

Wren huffed a small laugh.  More glitter than sense.  HA!  That was good.  "Yeah, you think I want to rot my brain into some giggly...bubble-gum pink mush?  I may be new, but I'm not naive," she said.  "I thought I was doing a pretty good job of steering clear of them already." She rubbed at her neck again and grinned.  "Damn, maybe I am naive.  Thinking there was any way to avoid them."  

Girls like that were going to pick on you.  It was inevitable.  If they didn't have a reason to target you today, they'll find something tomorrow.  You can only fly under the mean girls' radar for so long.  They won't always get physical, but they'll always get to you somehow.  Maybe once, maybe once a day.  But eventually, everyone gets their turn.  After all her time in private schools, that was something Wren knew painfully well.  As in, hours of her grandmother's nagging after being suspended for *cough*most often losing*cough* fights, painful.  

"Maybe you are the best to take advice from," she said.  "Because I never really got along with girls my age either. So you get it."  Sure, she'd have a few pals here and there, girls to eat lunch with and chat with in-between classes, girls she had crushes on but was too hesitant to pursue.  But private school girls were always so hard to get close to.  Just when you think you think you've kindled something that's going to last, you drift apart.  Southern boys were so much more fun to hang out with.  They were always up to something, always getting into to trouble.  And their interactions were so much more simple, so much easier to figure out.  Not that Wren was ever really "one of the guys," but of the few close friends she had back home, all of them were boys.

[Max Fritz]

Max shrugged. She avoided a fair amount of people her age. There was never any specific reason, expect a few exceptions, but she just never clicked with anyone. The few she did find fun moved on rather rapidly when they could move up that ladder of popularity, that controls every fibre of your being when you're young. Whatt was the point in being popular if it meant you had to change something about yourself? Better to keep doing what you wanna do and ignore Bitchie-supreme.

It took her a moment to registered what Wren was saying between the lines. She just needed a friend. A gal pal. And Max would gladly be that friend. She gave the a light punch on the shoulder "Well I get along with you so you must be pretty great. Or at least you ain't no pretty pink princess...not that you're not pretty or that pink isn't a good colour, hell even I like some pin-...I'm rambling aren't I?" Max's face burned slightly before she just chose to just grin.

[Wren Averett]

Wren grinned back at Max and nodded. "Just a bit. But hell, why not if you have stuff to say?" She looked over her shoulder at the door where their punishment awaited them.

"You know...if we actually get blamed for this BS, we have to get back at her somehow." She scratched at the side of her face. Maybe it sounded petty, but...Wren loved to get revenge. Not brutal revenge, but the prank kind. The kind that would make someone think twice before crossing her again. Didn't always work out, but it was ALWAYS fun.

"But maybe they'll see it was her fault?"

[Max Fritz]

Max shrugged slightly. Wren would probably get off with a warning but it was Max who had thrown a punch. She gave Wren a sideways smile at the mention of a prank "Maybe we should pay her closet a visit. Glue things which shouldn't be glued. Set something on fire...that might be a step far but if I'm going to get in trouble might as well find some way to deal with the rage..." Her eyes fell on that ominous door to their demise. A plan popped into her head.

"Maybe we should just leave?" Max turned around to the girl, grinning "Go and hide out in town. Watch a film, grab a bite to eat...plan the fall of Bitchzilla"

[Wren Averett]

Leave?  As in...just....go?  Ditch the headmaster and do whatever the hell they wanted?  Was that even doable?  Could you seriously just drop everything and leave?  Would other teachers notice?  Wouldn't there be hell waiting for them both when they got back?  They were legally required to attend this school, so it wasn't like they could be expelled.  But that didn't mean they wouldn't be punished severely for such insolence.

...But did that really matter to Wren?  Did it really?  Sure, Gran would rip her a new one if the school called home, and they surely would.  But still, as respectful and affectionate as Wren was towards the old bat, could Gran really do anything to her from all the way in Tennessee?  All she could do was yell and lecture, and maybe convince her parents to not send her money for a while.  Which, yeah, that would be a hit, but she'd planned to get a job around here anyway, hadn't she?

The consequences may be harsh, but...Wren had been waiting so long for a friend to make mischief with again.  And this was a chick!  And as said before, she'd never really had any close chick friends who hung out with her outside of school.  

This was worth it.

"Yeah, let's bounce," she said, yanking her bag up from the ground.  "You lead the way."

[Max Fritz]

Max stared at Wren, practically watching the gears turn in her head. Maybe Max had judged her wrong. Maybe she was a goody-two-shoes. She sighed slightly. Wren was right they should stay. Maybe it'd be more mature if they just accepted responsibil- Oh thank god. She wants to leave. A smile spread across her face, she gripped Wren's arm in excitement.

"Let'sget going then!" Max jumped up, pulling Wren up with her, and started moving down the corridor. She paused for a second before turning back around, frowning at Wren "Need to pop by the dorms first. Not got the right style to be playing hooky." She glanced down at her mismatch of clothes before grinning once again. Pulling Wren along Max started down the corridor "Onwards!"

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