Hey, everybody! I'm so excited to start sharing my work with you. This first story has been bouncing around in my head for a while now, and it should be around 30 chapters long. If you like it, review. If you don't like it, please tell me what I could do better (constructive feedback only, no flames please!) I'm so excited to know what you think! This first chapter is just a lead-in to set up for the main plot. The next chapter should be out in a couple days. In the meantime, please enjoy!
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how you make the color blue
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Descendants. All rights go to Disney.
Chad was pissed. Three minutes into tourney practice and Jay had already "accidentally" managed to whack him across the face with his tourney stick. He suspected that Jay still hadn't exactly forgiven him for the incident at Family Day, where he may or may not have insulted all of the VKs and tried to manhandle Evie. Maybe you should just apologize, a little voice whispered in his head. Chad brushed it off. To apologize would mean he was wrong, and Charmings were never wrong. At least, that's what he told himself as he pulled open the door to the infirmary. He hoped Fauna would be there. Out of the three fairies who worked there, she was the nicest and the gentlest when dealing with tourney injuries. He walked in and froze. He had heard Mal had been working there for a little bit (something along the lines of "she's a fairy, so she's naturally good at healing"). Well. He thought Jay was still mad at him, but there was no doubt in his mind that Mal was. He watched her as she tended to Aziz (he had somehow run into the goalpost) with a sick feeling in his mind. He KNEW Mal wasn't going to be very gentle with him, most likely figuring that it was what he deserved. Mal turned around, and he looked down. Maybe if he looked really hurt, she would take pity on him. No such luck. An ice pack came flying at his face, and he just barely managed to catch it. "Hold it to your face. I'll be there in a minute," she said brusquely, turning back around to finish taping up Aziz's nose.
"Okay." He didn't really know what else he could say. He held it up to his eye and almost whimpered in relief as the pain subsided. He could hear Aziz and Mal talking, which surprised him. He hadn't realized they were friends. Mal finished with Aziz and grabbed a second roll of bandages, along with some muttered instructions. Aziz stood up, thanked Mal, and walked out. A deafening silence settled over the room, and Chad itched to do something, anything, to break it, as she walked over and sat on the bed beside him, stony-faced. As she reached over him to grab a wet washcloth, Chad dared to say something. "How's your mom?" Her eyes widened for a second before they narrowed, and Chad mentally kicked himself for being so stupid. He could have picked any topic, but of course he had to open that can of worms.
"Fine," she said. And then she looked at him, almost daring him to press her further.
"Good," he said. He could almost hear her rolling her eyes. She started dabbing at his face, clearing all of the dried blood off of the long scratch and mercifully, leaving his black eye alone. She exhaled through her teeth, and Chad anticipated her next question right before it came.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Tourney stick hit me in the face," he said nonchalantly, even though it really did feel like his face was falling off. He saw her face contort almost like she was having a seizure, and then he realized she was fighting to keep back a laugh.
"Stupid boys and their stupid games," she muttered, and Chad snorted.
"You didn't think it was so stupid when Ben asked you out at the end of one," he needled. As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wished he could take them back. He could see, quite clearly, the hurt look in her eyes, before she masked it with anger. He felt like taking the tourney stick and hitting himself in the head. Everyone knew that she and Ben were "taking a break", but he had just forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"You know what?" she all but snarled, "I think we're done here." She threw the wet washcloth to the floor and stood up.
"Wait!" Chad yelped. His face was still hurting like hell, and he really didn't want his best chance of making it feel better to walk out the door. She paused, her eyes glimmering. "I'm sorry." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself. She turned around to face him, looking slightly more calm than she had five seconds ago.
"For what?" The question hit him hard. For what? I'm sorry for making fun of you and Ben. I'm sorry for not being nicer to you when you first got here. I'm sorry for calling your best friend a gold digger and a cheat. I'm sorry for trying to punch the boys you grew up with in the face. I'm sorry I'm such an idiot sometimes. But he couldn't make any of that come out of his mouth, and so instead, he gave her a shrug. She stared at him hard for a second, as if she was trying to figure him out, and then she turned back around.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." She walked out the door without another word.