In another life, I would make you stay [Sea Devil week 2015]

Day 6: High School AU

Prompt: High School AU (Ursula and Cruella in high school together, artist chooses decade).

The game is rigged: that was Cruella's thought while she saw Mary Margaret Blanchard and David Nolan dancing together. She had a really fancy dress on – or so at least the black and white revealing cloth looked to her – and both her make-up and her hair were perfect, but that wouldn't have mattered anyway – not comparing to that fairytale couple. So, despite her usual egocentricity and her will to get her mother – who happened to also be p.e. teacher - annoyed, she soon decided to give her hopes us. Instead of being the life of the party, she spent almost all night aside at the bar, drinking and having random small talks.

However, when after midnight the drama teacher got on the stage with a microphone in his hand, she was bound to discover just how wrong she had been all along.

"…I'm gladly to announce that our new prom queen is… Cruella De Vil"

A long silence followed that unexpected result, but then, surprisingly, almost everyone started to clap and call out her name. She was a really bitch, but still the most popular and beautiful bitch of all. As for herself, her first reaction was to burst into a loud laughter and then secretly blame her abuse of alcohol for the night. The quaterback of the football school team, August Booth, had to tell her twice that it was no joke, while her best friend Maleficent had to literally take her to stage, preventing her from passing out on the floor.

"And here she is, our Cruella… Dear, there's something you want to say?"

Cruella, who risked to stumble in her heels as soon as Maleficent left her, slowly took some steps toward the teacher and flashed a smirk. "Yes. Give me my crown" she replied and then took the precious symbol from his hand and place it herself on her head. Needless to say that another excited chorus immediately started.

The man looked taken aback for a while, but not for too much, because he knew that the show had to go on anyway. "And where is your King?" he asked instead, remembering the usual schedule.

This time the public preceeded her, since they all started to call for one name: Rumplestilskin Gold. Probably they had seen the one random dance they had a hour before and it was enough to make assumptions. Except that they didn't know he was currently in his car with one cheerleader girl; Cruella did know anyway, and so she just rolled her eyes at the public. In doing that though, she spotted two people among the crowd: her mother – who was currently debating between pride and disappointment – and one of her aquaitances from glee club – who could be the card to decide her mother's emotion.

"Actually, I don't have a King…" she started saying and then paused to stare right at her mother. "…But a Queen!"

She just waited long enough to see shame form on Mrs De Vil face and then, she just removed her heels and climbed down the stage without any sense of grace. Stumbling, she made her way through the crowd with a precise aim: Ursula Fisherman. Only when she was right in front of her, she stopped and gave her a sort of mischievous smile.

"What are you doing?" the black girl hissed, feeling embarassed, but also somehow excited.

Cruella didn't answer, at least not with words, but kissed her fully on the mouth. It was an angry and passionate kiss, it was the kind of kiss that could make her mother go crazy, it was their first kiss. Blushing intensely, Ursula was the one to break the contact; she had been thinking about a kiss like that for weeks and unluckily for her, Cruella knew that too well.

"What- Why are you doing this? Just for your mother?" she spat, feeling angry and guilty for her own feelings.

Cruella looked around at the cheering crowd, then at her disgusted mother and then back at that pretty naive girl she had just kissed. And kissed her again, with probably even more passion than before.

"Does it really even matter, darling?" she whispered then, on her lips, casting her a sort of innocent look.

Ursula hesitated for some seconds, but then just shook her head and unexpectly it was her turn to start a new kiss. It was true: either she was kissing her just to toy with her, or to annoy her mother, or because she had some hidden attraction, it didn't really made any difference at all. Because there was just one single fact and that fact was that they were kissing. There would have been time to figure out everything else.

But in the meanwhile, Ursula could have five minutes of glory – and five minutes of her.