Hey guys, it's been a while. I just finished watching the Spring Finale for Shadowhunters and I am so sad, I kind of want to cry, because now Jace thinks Clary's dead when I know she's not and that Jonathon/Sebastian is back. I honestly never saw that coming, because the books had something majorly different and now I'm just confused and ugh. You guys probably have no idea what I am talking about, right? You're probably like just get on with the chapter and stop typing this.

Sorry, I've been thinking about making a Shadowhunters and Winx crossover with the plot of Shadowhunters or the world of Shadowhunters with Winx characters. Might be cool. Anyways, this is going to be a really lone chapter because I have included everyone in the Winx crew's POV in this chapter, just for the big clean-up part. Spoiler alert, the actual sleep-over is the next chapter. And no I didn't include the guys because I'm not a guy, I don't know how they think and if I tried I might get lost forever, kidding.

Joking aside, enjoy the chapter and I don't own Winx Club.


It was too early to be awake, Aisha thought groggily as she slammed her hand down on the annoying alarm clock. She forced her eyes open, noting the rays of light barely peaking in through the window, signifying early morning. Aisha glanced over to her alarm clock before collapsing back onto the bed, she didn't want to wake up. She didn't want to go to the school and clean for any entire Saturday.

Sure, she wasn't as against cleaning as Stella, but that didn't mean she enjoyed scrubbing at other people's mess. Her mess was one thing but add in another person's mess and it was a different story. Aisha groaned, shoving the covers off her and blinking her eyes repeatedly to wake herself up. "Come on girls, time to get up." Aisha announced loudly. Flora was already blinking sleepily but Bloom huffed before covering herself entirely with a blanket.

Flora laughed slightly, crawling over and gently prying the blankets off Bloom. Bloom just snatched the covers back with a groan. "Come on Bloom, time to get up." Flora tried to pry them off again but to no avail.

"Alright, that's it." Aisha rolled her eyes, scanning Bloom's bag before grabbing Bloom's sketchbook. "If you don't get up, I'm going to throw your sketchbook out of the window." Aisha announced, and Bloom quickly shot up, grabbing her sketchbook and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her open hand. Aisha smirked triumphantly, "Dibs on the shower in my room."

Bloom placed her sketchbook back in her bag, "No fair." She pouted, "I wasn't even awake to try to call dibs." She made a point of rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Aisha stuck her tongue out, grabbing some working clothes she had set out the night before and walking into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, checking her phone screen for messages before sighing and placing a playlist on shuffle.

She was out in fifteen minutes, dressed in her painting clothes and tying her hair in a high ponytail. Bloom quickly ran into the bathroom, clothes in her arms before the sound of music began to flow from the bathroom, creating a harmony with the shower. Aisha laughed along with Flora. "So, what really happened last night?" Aisha asked, tying her shoe laces but keeping an eye on Flora.

Flora flushed, "Um, what are you talking about?" She stuttered, failing to hide her reddened face. Aisha gave her a look and Flora sighed, dropping onto the bed in the spot beside Aisha. "I might have done something that you're not going to be happy about. Heck nobody is going to be happy about." Flora rambled nervously, her eyes darting around the room.

"Flora, what the hell happened?"

Flora muttered something unintelligible under her breath and Aisha leaned forward to hear. Flora sighed, "I kissed Helia." She whispered, and Aisha fell back on the bed in shock.

"Flora!" Aisha whisper-screamed. "What the hell? You kissed him? Tell me everything that happened right now!" Aisha tried to lower her voice, remembering that someone else was in the bathroom and didn't know about Flora's crush on her rival.

Flora closed her eyes, hugging her knees to her chest. "We were assigned to work together on an English project and he came over to work with me considering we weren't getting anything done in class. We were arguing over something and then it happened." She squeezed her eyes shut before opening them, tears in her eyes. "When it was over he ran. He left like he was too disgusted to even look at me."

Aisha hugged Flora slightly, wiping her tears away, she knew that Helia would end up hurting her best friend and there was nothing she could do about it. Her heart panged uncomfortably, she was angry at the Helia. He had left her friend after kissing her and has been in all treating Flora like shit. Flora didn't deserve that, she was the nicest of them all and didn't deserve to fall for someone like Helia. "Oh Flora, I'm so sorry." She whispered.

Flora nodded her head, before pulling away and wiping her tears away and they stayed like that for a minute, silence encasing the room. Bloom stepped out of the bathroom and if she noticed the tense air she didn't comment on it, braiding her hair back before snapping a blue band on it. Flora slipped in the bathroom and closed the door behind her, the water along with music creating a harmony of sounds afterward.

Aisha watched the bathroom door before turning back to Bloom and forcing a smile at the unasked question in Bloom's eyes.


Musa yawned once again, standing in front of her house dressed in her work clothes, her hair tied into a bun, and crossed her arms, she was waiting for a ride from Stella. And of course, Stella had naturally decided to be late, she rolled her eyes, sliding her phone out of her pocket and checking the screen. She clicked it off moments later as Stella finally pulled up, Musa huffed before opening the passenger door and slamming it closed.

"What took you so long?" Musa scowled, adjusting the station immediately, she scanned through the stations before deciding on one and turning the music slightly up.

Stella rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses, "Be grateful I picked you up." She said but she was still smiling as she maneuvered through the lanes. Musa resisted the urge to grip the edge of her seat, Stella's driving was the absolute worse and if Musa had a choice she would have gone with Tecna. But, Tecna was taking her own car considering she had things to do on Sunday and she didn't live anywhere near Musa.

None of them really did, except for Bloom and Flora, but they had gone to Aisha's for the night, so they were out of the options. "I can't wait for tonight." Stella finally said, breaking the silence. They had never really been close, being more like the sun and the moon, except when they were plotting revenge on somebody. Then, they were as close as could be and at the front lines of fire.

"Sure. I can't wait to house you in truth or dare." Musa grinned, she already had a mental list prepared for the night, even though Aisha actually wrote down an entire list of dares. She had discovered them while searching for Aisha's stash and was almost shocked, but she honestly could have expected it.

Stella laughed, "Yeah right, I am totally gonna kick ass tonight." She said, turning onto the street of their school. Musa shook her head, scanning the parking lot, the rest of the girls were standing by Flora's truck, huddled together. Stella turned the ignition off and Musa pulled the lock up before opening the door and slamming the door behind her. Another glance around told her that half of the boys were already here.

"Morning girls." Flora greeted, smiling slightly but it didn't reach her eyes. Musa immediately felt worried, and shared a glance with Bloom, who mouthed 'Don't ask about it.' She accepted the coffee that Aisha handed her from the brown tray, holder thing and took a sip of the caffeine, immediately waking herself up.

Stella groaned dramatically, leaning against Bloom. "I don't want to spend the entire day cleaning. I mean I have so many other things to do such as shopping for example." And that was why they didn't get along as well as say Flora and Aisha. Stella would die if she couldn't shop and Musa merely hated the idea of the mall, Stella ruined the mall for her. Well, except the movie theater.

"Calm down princess." Aisha rolled her eyes, but Musa could tell that even she hated the idea of staying in school for longer than necessary or required. "Finally, it took those assholes long enough." Aisha took a final gulp of her coffee before tossing the empty cup into a nearby trash bin. Musa internally groaned, to think the day was just getting started.

The boys were leaning against their cars, dressed in paint clothes and beat-up shoes that Musa had never thought Riven would even own. He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt with dark blue massively ripped jeans and beaten up old shoes. His hair was spiked up and he had his arms folded across his chest, muscles flexing with the movement, as usual Riven's face was twisted into a scowl.

Musa didn't know why she was staring, maybe it was the muscles flexing or her sleep-diluted brain. She crossed her arms, falling into step beside Flora as Aisha and Tecna led them over to their rivals. "Finally. I thought you would never show up." Aisha scoffed, directing her comment at Nabu. Nabu rolled his eyes, flicking her on the forehead with a smirk on his face, Musa almost laughed at the murderous expression he received.

"Calm down, would you. Why do you girls always have to be so dramatic?" Riven said, his scowl deepening as he clenched his jaw. Musa almost thought he was crazy, wearing a sleeveless shirt when Christmas was weeks away, how could he not be freezing in the bitter chill of December. Even so, Gardenia was never as cold as say New York in Winter but she still hated the bitter wind.

Musa raised an eyebrow, "Says the guy dating Darcy. Why are you wearing a sleeveless shirt, you do realize it is the middle of Winter?" She retorted in defense of her friend. She pretended to look down at his arms in disgust but in the deepest part of her heart she felt something oddly different.

"Come one everyone. We've got to get ready, so we don't have to be around each other longer." Flora cut in, ever the peacemaker, as she turned on her heel and began walking towards the school. Musa glared at Riven before following Flora into the school, they were greeted by a stuffy-nosed janitor who looked annoyed to even be there. Next to him was a long pile of brooms, mops, buckets, soap, Windex, paper towels, sponges, and anything that could be used to clean.

The janitor fumbled with a list he had pulled out of his pocket. "You will be working in groups of two. Aisha and Nabu. Bloom and Sky. Flora and Helia. Musa and Riven. Stella and Brandon. And Tecna and Timmy." He read off the list, rubbing his nose. Stella quickly snatched the paper from him, her face paling as Bloom read over her shoulder.

"No way. Mrs. Faragonda said nothing about working in partners." Stella protested, passing the piece of paper around the ground, including the boys. Musa crossed her arms, nodding in agreement, she didn't want to be working with Riven for several hours on end.

The janitor shrugged, "Mrs. Griselda dropped the list off this morning and instructed me to read it to you. Something about you needing to set aside your differences." He said, walking past them. "Don't be mad at me, I'm not the one who started multiple food fights." With that he disappeared around the corner, the wet sound of his boots meeting tiles disappearing with him, fading away.

The group was silent for a minute, staring after him before staring at each other and then looking back down the hallway. "Let's just get this over with." Brandon finally said, grabbing a broom and holding another out to Stella. She accepted it with a dainty hand, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "We'll handle sweeping the floors. Somebody else can mop." He said, and Sky sighed before volunteering him and Bloom.

Bloom crossed her arms, snatching the mop and bucket from Sky angrily, directing a glare in his direction. She went to stand beside Stella, who was still holding her broom away from her more than a foot away and shifted away from Bloom. "We'll do the dishes" Helia said, sharing a glance with Flora, who nodded in slight agreement, taking the sponge and soap along with a roll of paper towels.

They began to evenly divide what their jobs were and soon were walking in complete silence to the cafeteria. Musa wrinkled her nose in disgust, they hadn't really cleaned it since Thursday, she supposed everyone went to eat somewhere else and they had basically shut the library done for the day. She took one glance at the tables and immediately regretted taking on the chore of doing the tables.

Riven seemed to mirror her thoughts as he groaned and dragged himself to one table. Musa immediately went to another and began scrubbing, this was going to be a long day she mused to herself.


Stella sighed heavily, leaning against her broom, Bloom and Sky were in a corner of the room they had already swept, mopping wordlessly. She hated cleaning, especially when there wasn't a peep of sound, now if they had music, it might actually be better, just a bit. She glanced over at Brandon who was sweeping underneath a table that was covered in disgusting-looking food.

"Come on Stella, we don't have all day." Brandon muttered, straightening up and turning to another table to sweep under. Stella frowned, following him and sweeping underneath a table next to him. She watched him work from the corner of her eye, he had taken off his sweater a few minutes ago and the muscles in his back were flexing and unflexing as he moved the broom back and forth.

She glanced back down at a clump of something that was underneath the table, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Eww. That's disgusting." She said, resisting the urge to move away. She could almost feel Brandon glance over her shoulder, chuckling at the thing underneath the table before moving to help her get it out. "It's stuck." She said once she saw him try at least a million times.

"No really." Brandon said sarcastically as he wiped a bead of sweat from his head. Stella huffed, leaning the broom against the wall and crossing her arms. He handed her his broom before crouching down and slipping a plastic glove on, reaching over to pick whatever it was up. He pulled but immediately fell over. "Ok, that's not coming off. Whoever did that is honestly gross."

Stella handed him back his broom. "I know. How the hell are we supposed to clean this place when the food fight happened two days ago? Why wouldn't the janitor clean at least some of it so it wouldn't stick this much?" She huffed, picking up her broom stick and sweeping around the mess of whatever it was.

Brandon smirked, "I didn't know that you say a comprehendible sentence." He said, ruffling her hair. Stella frowned, pushing him away slightly, swatting at him with the broom. He just smirked a bit wider and hit her back with his own broom. She almost giggled, actually giggled, before hitting him back with her broom before running to the opposite side of the table and sweeping up the area a bit. "You can run, but I will catch you." Brandon said, sweeping up his side leisurely before chasing her around the table.

Stella actually giggled this time, fighting him off with the broom. "On guard." She jabbed at him and he blocked her before jabbing at her this time around. He suddenly disarmed her, and her broom clattered to the ground loudly. She mentally cursed herself, realizing that there were other people in the room such as her friends that were giving her odd looks. Other than Aisha, who didn't seem that surprised, and Bloom.

She felt a blush creep up her neck and she and Brandon shared one last glance before they went to separate tables but no matter how much she hated herself for it, she couldn't stop sneaking glances at him.


Running the back of her arm across her forehead, Bloom huffed, flickering her eyes to Stella for a moment, she wasn't shocked about Stella and Brandon, if anything she kind of expected it. She sighed, mopping the floor, dragging the mop back and forth. She dropped the mop back into the yellow bucket, pulling one of the levers back and watching as the water darkened a shade. Bloom sighed, pulling the now-clean mop back out and scrubbing viciously at the floor.

A second later, Sky appeared beside her, scrubbing as well at the spot. "I can handle it myself." Bloom hissed, knocking his mop back with her own. She didn't have to look up to know that he was frowning, his arms somehow crossed over his muscular chest. Bloom scrubbed for a minute more, before giving Sky an exasperated look. "Why are you watching me? There are other places that need to be mopped." She flung an arm wildly.

Sky smirked slightly, "I'm just waiting for you to fail and give up." He said, and Bloom felt her temper flare, her face heating in anger.

She sent him a withering glare, unaware of the fact that everyone else was beginning to crack and exchange words with their partners. "Just because that's something you would do, doesn't mean everyone else does it." Bloom retorted, and Sky's smirk faltered for a minute before returning as he went back to the spot she had stopped scrubbing.

Leaning over he began to scrub at the spot, "I'm going to laugh when I get this spot clean when you couldn't." Sky said, and Bloom huffed before moving onto a different spot, she hated that he could just get away with being like that. Bloom sighed, sliding her gaze over to Sky as he now viciously scrubbed at the spot, sweat building along his hairline. She almost laughed but couldn't hide the blush creeping along her neck at him, it was times like this that she wished his personality matched his looks, but that only happens in fairytales.

"So, have you got the spot clean yet?" Bloom asked teasingly, putting a hand on her hip.

Sky glared at her, before giving up and dumping the mop back into the bucket. "No, but I did more than you." He said haughtily, and Bloom rolled her eyes, before walking over to the spot.

She burst out laughing immediately, "Seriously. You barely touched it." She said in between laughs as she used her mop to scrub at it. "Maybe we should leave this spot for Stella and Brandon." Bloom said, glancing around the area they had already completed. She brushed a stubborn strand of hair behind one ear, pulling her hair out of her ponytail and instead putting it into a messy bun.

Sky was watching her, his eyes dark. "Don't." He muttered. Bloom raised an inquiry eyebrow at him before shrugging the issue off, sticking her mop into the bucket and cleaning it off, watching the water become a dark gray with the amount of mixed together food clinging to the mop. She stood up and turned around, but she was almost toe-to-toe with Sky, Bloom blushed but covered it up by glaring at him.

"What are you doing?" She asked, ignoring the fluttery feeling inside her stomach.

Sky stood there for a minute, eyes locked with hers and she noticed the darker and lighter swirls of sky blue in his eyes, some of the blue darker like the sky at dusk. Her hands itched to draw the shade, but she knew she would never properly catch it, especially with that look in his eyes. "Nothing, just testing you." Sky said carelessly, walking away and mopping another area that they needed to clean.

Bloom felt her jaw drop before she clenched her teeth together. "You're a jerk." She muttered before returning to the spot on the floor, ignoring the needle prickling at her heart.


Musa hummed along to the music blasting from her headphones, if she was going to be stuck with cleaning she was at least bringing some head phones. Even though she had to keep hiding them when the janitor kept poking his head in, but she still enjoyed her music. She began scrubbing at the table, closing her eyes. Suddenly one of the earphones wasn't in her ear she glared at the culprit. Riven.

He was holding the earbud with annoyance flashing through his eyes. "Is it impossible for you to be silent, for once. Not everyone wants to hear you." He snapped, dropping the earbud and continuing to another table. Momentarily, Musa was shocked by his terse tone, before she began fuming with anger. How dare he?

"Not everyone wants to deal with you being an asshole, but you don't hear anyone complaining." Musa snapped back, picking the earbud up and placing it in her ear. She scrolled through her playlist, before selecting a song and humming even louder to it. She didn't have to look over to know he was glaring at her, his eyes burning holes in her face. Musa bent over the table, scrubbing at a particular spot.

Riven suddenly appeared beside her. "Cut it out Musa." He snarled, his voice dangerously low. Musa blinked, realizing their close proximation and shoved him backwards, internally begging him to stay. His eyes flashed violet, almost glowing, capturing and ensnaring her in the depths. Musa glared at him, crossing her arms subconsciously over her chest, trying to still her trembling body.

"Don't tell me what to do, asshole." Musa spat, attempting to cover the waver in her voice. She grabbed the bottle of cleaner, paper towels, and sponge with both hands, before turning on her heel and stalking away to another table. Musa had tried to maintain a small amount of distance between them, but she couldn't stand to be in the same proximation as him.

After everything she had done for him, he was still the way he had always been.

She stood there for several minutes, scrubbing viciously and angrily at the table, cleaning it even as the surface was already cleared. "You do realize the table's clear, right? Or are you too blind to realize that?" Riven suddenly appeared in front of her, a rag in hand along with a spray bottle. His eyes followed her every movement, catching her gaze. Musa cursed herself before looking away and scowling.

"Just because we're partners, doesn't mean I have to be in the same area as you."

Riven stood there for a minute, a smirk curving his lips. "You're hot when you're mad." He stated casually. Musa felt her face heat before she flicked him off, he had called her hot. A general term associated with people like his ex, Darcy.

"Yet, you are still and forever will be a dickhead." Musa said in the same tone as him, dropping her things unceremoniously onto the table. She mimicked his stance, smirking back at him. He scowled slightly, but his smirk remained in place. "I don't know why you don't understand the concept of 'leave me alone.'" She shook her head at him, as if she was talking to a child.

Musa knew that it would piss him off and it did as he took a step forward, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "I tend not to listen to what people say." Riven shrugged nonchalantly. Musa felt her eyes unwillingly flutter as he took another step forward, eyes dark.

She leaned forward, "Then I guess you would make a perfect rapist." She whispered before turning around and going back to her work. There were no footsteps behind her, alerting her to him leaving or storming off, and it seemed like he was burning holes into her back. Musa didn't break, even though she wanted nothing more than to turn around and look at him some more, she bit it back and continued to clean the table.

Pride might be her biggest flaw.


Logical or illogical. Rationality. Tecna thought, trying to impose those words into her actions but with her thoughts cast abnormally astray from her go to, she couldn't keep circling her thoughts with those words. She sprayed some Windex on the window, using a towel to clean it, scrubbing at the ketchup packet that had exploded on the window, she couldn't decide if the intention was purposeful or on complete accident.

For the first time, her brain felt muddled, like she was drowning under water and had somehow forgotten to swim to the top. Or like there was a fog surrounding her, making her unable to see two feet in front of her. Tecna sighed, staring out in the cold field, the weather was still slightly warm, even though Christmas was a mere three weeks away. Another thing that she couldn't understand, holidays. They seemed pointless and trivial.

Tecna sprayed the window once again, glancing around the room, there had been commotion, as to have been suspected but it had quieted down for the most part. Other than Musa and Riven heatedly arguing over a table, before making their separate ways. She had to admit, her best friend was creative with the flow of words. Calling Riven names that seemed only suitable.

Her gaze snagged on Timmy. Timmy pushed his glasses up his nose, wiping the dirt of mayo off his window. They had evenly split the windows in half, so no one would be stuck doing more than someone else, it had only seemed fair for things to be equal. She counted the windows she had cleaned, including the lining on the window. Four. Her timing with cleaning was more than a little less than efficient and speedy.

"It's quite illogical to stare." Timmy didn't even turn to her in acknowledgement, continuing to wipe at the window. Tecna rolled her eyes, she hadn't been staring, well not that long, and still him using those type of words irked her. Maybe he knew that and that's why he used them, but the thought seemed so self-centered. She preferred when they didn't speak at all or kept their words short.

Talking to Timmy was something she never liked, nor had she ever wanted. He was the first thing in her life that confused her, and she hated him for it. He was like a problem that had no solution. Everything she had ever known, had a solution, but Timmy was not one of those things. "Can I count how many windows I have done without you assuming that I would devote a moment of my valuable time, staring at you?" Tecna retorted.

Timmy had nothing to say to that, any outcomes would only insult him further and Tecna knew it, she used that knowledge to her advantage. Maybe, her heart reasoned, she hadn't hated Timmy from the start, but she was afraid of the emotions that he caused her. He caused her to feel something she had never felt, something she couldn't describe, words never fitting what he made her feel.

Being the only child to two workaholic parents that barely even spoke to their daughter, had caused her to never wear her heart on her sleeve. It only led to disappointment. "So, I have been thinking about that favor you owe me." Tecna broke the silence, moving onto another mirror. She faintly heard Timmy groan in annoyance and frustration as he moved on as well, his body was tense with the anticipation of her favor.

"Well? What is it?" Timmy finally hissed in between his teeth.

Tecna tapped her chin thoughtfully, she didn't know when she wanted to cash in on her favor, it was something she could use to bait Timmy. "Well I can't ask you to do anything I haven't already done or can already do. And unlike you, I take pride in my work, clean and dirty." Tecna said, referring to the incident from yesterday.

Timmy narrowed his eyes, which she only noticed in the reflection gleaming from the glass as she struggled to not catch his eye. "Are you still not over that?" He groaned.

Tecna crossed her arms, turning to him. "I'm surprised he is still your little puppet, it must take a lot of blackmail for you to get him to risk his school career for people who don't care. He takes the fall for your actions, so you have no concept of the value of doing it yourself. That's one of the reasons I hate you and your little group, that are probably having an orgy together, but we won't talk about that." Tecna said factually.

Timmy whirled on her, "Wait, what?" Tecna only blinked in response. "Me and the guys are not involved in an orgy together, that is-that's so, disgusting." He protested and Tecna just raised a disbelieving eyebrow before turning back to her mirror, if there was anything in the world she loved, it was annoying Timmy so that he could never see through her.

"You struggled to even admit that."

"We're not involved in each other like that, I'm 100% straight. I can't believe you would even imply such a terrible thing."

Tecna turned to look at him, surveying him. "Good to know you're a good person and can listen." She stated sarcastically, "Let's add that to the list, selective hearing." Tecna pretended to jot it down to memory, in case she would ever forget that he was who she hated. A topic that had never came into focus because she thought she would always hate Timmy.

Timmy blinked, "What list?"

Tecna almost face-palmed. "You really do have selective Timmy. So intelligent and studious of you. It's a list of reasons why I hate you." Tecna informed him once again of the list, turning around even though she still felt the gaze of Timmy burning into her back. She sprayed the window with Windex, using another paper towel to clean it off and tossing the old one into a Walmart bag on the step ladder she was using.

"I don't think you hate me." Timmy said, and she could hear him stepping off his own ladder and he suddenly appeared beside her, almost making her jump. There was a small frown on his face, "I think I confuse you." Timmy stated factually and Tecna felt her heart stall for a minute, how did he know that? What was he doing to her?

"You're incorrect. I do hate you." Tecna fought back, even though ever inch of her knew she was in denial. Timmy was still beside her, watching her as if he was expecting something to happen. Tecna blinked repeatedly, she was not going down this path, not now and not ever, even though her heart screamed denial. Her mind screamed back that it was only logical for her to hate him.


Competition, Aisha thought to herself, sucked when the competition was about cleaning. She scrubbed some of the food off of the wall, using some sort of cleaning tool that she had never heard of. Nabu was on the opposite side of the room, using the tool expertly, like he hadn't come from the same type of family that she did. But he had, almost every day their parents had dinner together, switching from their houses.

Even though arranged marriages were something straight out of old stories, Aisha still thought that her parents were trying to force her into Nabu. If he wasn't her rival and the guy she hated the most, then maybe she would be a little more willing if it meant that her father would be happy. Her mother too, but her mother had always been a little too displeased with her behavior. Nothing new there.

"You know, you're not using the scrapper right?" Nabu suddenly materialized beside her, asking the question, and Aisha would have jumped if she hadn't been an athlete from birth. She slid an icy glare over to him but continued her pursuit of getting the stubborn mac and cheese, how ironic, off the wall. "Here, let me show you." He offered, and Aisha ripped her body away from him.

"I don't need your help." Aisha snapped, waving the tool around and trying to peel something off to prove her point. "I'm doing just fine on my own." She stated even though she knew her argument was weak, but she wouldn't lose her pride over it. Not to Nabu.

Nabu's eyes narrowed slightly, "If you want to be here all day doing this, then by all means. But, I don't think your Jinx friends are going to want to cancel this sleepover for you." Nabu said through gritted teeth and Aisha felt shock well up inside of her, how the hell did he know that. "You're not very quiet." He said, shrugging the look on her face off. "Anyone in the world could hear you."

"Shut up!" She hissed.

Nabu quirked an amused eyebrow, "So, do you want to get this over with or not?" He asked, crossing his arms and casually swinging the tool around. Aisha huffed, she hated to admit she needed help but in truth, she did. She glared at him before nodding her head slightly. Nabu smirked, "I'm going to need you to say it." He said tauntingly, arms still crossed, and he was still playing with the tool.

Aisha growled low in her throat, "Fine." She hissed, "I need your help, Nabu." She spat his name with as much venom as she could through gritted teeth.

Nabu's smirk grew as he pried the tool from her, "Now, was that so hard?" He asked, and she only clenched her fist at her side in response. Nabu chuckled and Aisha resisted the urge to rip that smirk right off his face. He walked towards the wall and began scrapping side to side, keeping the tool against the walls the entire time as the mac and cheese that seemed glued to the wall only moments ago, easily peeled off.

He handed her the tool and she went to another spot, pushing the tool against the wall angrily. She was well-aware that he was watching her with that amused smirk on his face that she so desperately wanted to claw off and aware that she was currently failing to do so.

"Not like that." Nabu said before appearing beside her, using his hands to guide the scrapper, covering her hand with his. She was suddenly aware of him, his chest slightly pressed up against her back and his strong arms over hers. Aisha felt a blush crawl up her neck but pushed it down, as his hand guided hers across the meal, scrapping the unfinished meal off.

The warmth was suddenly gone, and Aisha felt her grip around the tool go slack for a moment before she regained control and turned around, releasing a breath she hadn't known she had been holding. She crossed her arms trying to appear indifferent as Nabu held her gaze, his eyes dark and wide. "How do you know how to do this stuff?" Aisha gestured to the wall with her scrapper, ignoring the subject altogether

Nabu shrugged, "You don't know much about my life." He said, and Aisha felt her anger flare along with her confusion. Nabu turned back to the wall and began to scrape more and more of the food off the wall. "Unlike you, I spent time with the people who cleaned my house and they taught me all that I know." He said, holding a trash bag up to catch the food that he scraped off the wall.

Aisha stared at him for a minute before pushing the tool to the wall and scrapping, "You're right, I don't know much about your life and you don't know a damn thing about mine. I may not have spent all my time with cleaners and maids, but I struggled a lot and you don't know anything about my life. Don't try to understand things you don't know." Aisha snapped before walking away, head held high.

Nabu thought that she was a spoiled brat, selfish, but as he had said she didn't know a thing about him and he didn't know a damn thing about her. That's the way things were, and it was never going to change.


Her fingers had pruned by the time the dishes were not even a quarter of the way done, but Flora wasn't as much bothered by them turning wrinkly. She was bothered by the tense silence, so many things hung unsaid in between them. Of course, she wasn't going to say anything, they had only kissed. It had been her first kiss, but it probably meant nothing to Helia. That's why he was avoiding the subject altogether rather than braving it out.

Flora scrubbed at the dish with all the strength she could muster, these plates hadn't even been used when the food fight had happened, but that didn't stop the head of detention from involving that in the punishment. They had resorted to taking turns in between sets of dishes, all done wordlessly.

Being separated from her friends sucked though because there was no reason she could hide how she felt, other than Helia himself. But he was so oblivious that she was doubtful that he would notice her feelings if she painted them on her forehead in neon paint. Flora released a silent sigh, biting her lip as she handed another dish to an awaiting Helia. His fingers brushed hers and tingles shot up and down her spine, her face heating slightly.

She watched him from the corner of her eyes, watching as his lean muscles flex as he wiped the dish dry, his hair was held up in a low bun that made her itch to run her hands through his dark blue locks and take the bun out. Flora ducked her head, her bangs sweeping across her cheeks as she hid her blush, she shouldn't be thinking things like that, they were not who she was. Butterflies fluttered to life in her stomach as Helia leaned against the counter casually, accepting the next dish she handed him.

It didn't seem like he was going to be breaking the silence anytime soon. Flora didn't want to bring anything up, it would only lead to further embarrassment, and that was something she realized she couldn't handle. Helia may have taken her first kiss, and she may have felt sparks, but he probably didn't. Why would he? She wasn't special, she was a plain girl who had a weird love for nature. Why would a guy like Helia go for someone as ugly as her? That wouldn't make sense.

Flora scrubbed harder at the dish, but was halted by a hand on her elbow, dragging her hand to a slow stop. This was the first contact she had with Helia since the incident, and the touch felt like it was burning her skin, leaving a fire in its wake. "What are you doing?" Helia asked, taking the dish from her and dropping it into the soapy sink. He turned her around, his eyes boring into hers.

Flora felt her face heat with embarrassment at his close proximity and this time Helia didn't move away, staying and it almost seemed like he was moving even closer. "I'm not doing anything." She stammered out, her voice barely a whisper. She moved to back away, but she was already backed up against the counter. His eyes seemed to darken, and she took an involuntarily gulp, but his head only dropped to her neck.

He breathed her in, and she felt her eyes flutter before he kissed her again. Like the first time, she felt a spark in between them, roaring into flames as his hands secured around her waist and her fingers took the bun out, running her fingers through his hair. The kiss seemed to last longer but when it was over, instead of running he pressed his forehead against hers. "What are you doing to me?" He whispered, breath hot against her ear.

Flora blushed, "Helia. Stop." She gently shoved him away and he backed away even though he hands remained flat against his chest. She ran her hands through her hair, eyes darting to the door, grateful that nobody else was there. "You can't do this to me. You can't kiss me like this and then run away. Stop playing with my emotions." Flora said, trying to keep her voice strong but even her voice sounded weak in her ears.

"Hey." He whispered, brushing a lock of hair behind one ear. "I'm not running. I'm right here." He cupped her face in his hands, holding her for a minute, his eyes sincere.

Flora wanted to see spite, she wanted to see that he was lying to her, but she saw none of that, "What are we doing? We can't do this, we're supposed to be rivals. We're supposed to hate each other." Flora said, closing her eyes and resting her face on his hand. If any one of her friends walked in and saw this, they would be pissed at her.

Helia laughed, causing her to open her eyes, "Do I look like I hate you?" He asked, and Flora searched his eyes again, but she saw nothing and shook her head. "I didn't want to say anything when these showed up, we're supposed to hate each other. But I do like you, a lot and I know that this is sudden, but would you consider going on a date with me?" He asked, and Flora closed her eyes, smiling.

She opened her eyes again and saw the nerves residing in his, "Of course I would. But, what if someone sees us? If our friends found out, my friends would kill me, and I don't know about yours, but I can't imagine Riven would be too happy." Flora rambled worriedly, but Helia cut her off by pressing a finger to her lips.

"When is Riven ever happy? And I know a place we could go that nobody else knows about. It would be perfect for us." He shushed her again and Flora narrowed her eyes slightly at him, "Don't worry about it, I've got everything under control, and we'll tell our friends, together." Helia smiled at her, twirling her around.

Flora laughed slightly, covering her mouth, to prevent her friends from hearing the sound. "Now that we're confessing things, I have kind of had a bit of a crush on you for a bit. It's just, I never thought that someone like you could ever like someone like me." She bit her lip and Helia cupped her face in his hands, kissing her nose.

"You're absolutely stunning." He said, and Flora actually giggled, He sighed, "We've got to get back to work, but after this we'll talk more when we have a private moment." Helia said as he began scrubbing at the dishes. Flora smiled to herself, taking the clean dish from him and drying it on a semi-dry paper towel. She couldn't believe how much had happened in the last few minutes, so much had changed and for once it was in a good way.


Stella wiped her hand against her forehead, almost falling into the driver's seat of her car, Bloom fell into the passenger seat and slammed the door closed, they had opted to drive with two people per car. Flora and Aisha in Flora's truck, Musa and Tecna in Tecna's car, and finally herself and Bloom in her car. It had taken hours of cleaning to finish the place and even then, they were expected to come back tomorrow morning for evaluation and touch-ups, controlled entirely by Griselda.

She sighed, staring the engine and flipping through the stations before selecting one and turning the volume knob slightly. Stella slid her gaze into the rearview mirror, checking for any cars behind them, they were one of the last to leave, the second car the boys had taken sitting at a random spot in the empty parking lot. Of course, they had taken two parking spaces, their car sitting on the line separating them. "I'm exhausted." Bloom groaned from the passenger seat, unbraiding her hair and running a comb through it.

Stella nodded, backing out of the parking lot. "I know, can you see if Aisha wants anything for us to bring?" She grabbed her phone in one hand and tossed it to Bloom, who caught it with ease and pressed her thumb to the center. Bloom nodded, and Stella turned left, going in the direction of Walmart. "What'd she say?" Stella asked, stopping at a red light and watching some early-evening students and adults walk across the street.

She'd almost forgotten it was Saturday. "She just wants us to get some snacks and according to Musa, Aisha is way too low on ice cream." Bloom chuckled, before plugging her phone into the AUX cord and selecting a song. "Musa also wants, and I quote, six monster fudge brownies." Bloom read off the list, and Stella resisted the urge to laugh. Musa and her chocolate cravings but even she knew that she was starting to crave one. Damnit Musa.

"So, what was going on with you and Sky?" Stella wiggled her eyebrows and Bloom's head snapped up and she stared at Stella in plain confusion before her expression become murderous.

"There's nothing going on with me and Sky, he's my rival in case you've forgotten. He has devoted his high school career to ruining my life." Bloom snapped uncomfortably, even though the words were true, they still felt like a lie. What the heck was he doing to her? She was beginning to feel things that she shouldn't be feeling, she had every reason to despise him, his attitude, his ego, his tormenting, his looks, how his eyes sparkled with amusement, how his lips stretched in a heart-stopping smirk.

Stella gave her best friend a disbelieving look. "You forget that I've grown up with you Bloomy." She said, waving her fingers at her friend, "I can tell when you're lying to me. You felt something, didn't you." Stella parked her car in the Walmart parking lot. She couldn't blame her friend, Bloom wasn't the only one experiencing feelings, wasn't the only one struggling to hate someone she should. "I didn't feel a thing; Sky's my rival and I hate him. End of discussion." Stella watched her best friend angrily open the car door, pulling the lock open and slamming the door shut.

She sighed, pulling her own door open, snatching her wallet from the center console and locking the car. Stella glanced around before hurrying to catch up with her best friend who was already several paces in front of her. She didn't say anything as they walked into the Walmart, grabbed a box of brownie mix and a can of microwavable hot fudge, grabbing cartons of ice cream.

"I'm sorry." Bloom finally said as they went into check-out, pushing a semi-loaded cart. The store was almost empty, people preferring to do something other than shop on their Saturday-nights. The clerk gave them an annoyed look and began scanning their items. Stella nodded her head, but she still wasn't cool with Bloom getting so mad at her over Stella asking questions, they were friends. They should feel open to telling each other everything, but maybe they weren't as close as Stella once thought.

The clerk read off their total and Stella fished her debit card out of her wallet and scanned it on the small machine, signing her name and then grabbing their load and placing it in the cart with Bloom. She tried to ignore Bloom's defeated expression, maybe going to a sleepover after cleaning an entire day wasn't the best option but this was going to be their last sleepover for weeks.

Sure, they were going to get together to go shopping for the Christmas gala dresses, but that was it and they were even on a limited time for that day. They loaded their groceries into the car and both went to their seats. Stella placed the key in the ignition, fully prepared to start the car and plaster a fake smile on her face but Bloom stopped her. "I do like Sky." Bloom admitted quietly.

Stella sighed, it seemed she wasn't the only one getting her heart broken. "It's ok Bloom." She didn't wish this kind of scenario on anyone, wasn't it supposed to be that the guy and girl meet and love at first sight, nobody brought in them being rivals. Stella lowered her hand, dropping her keys into her lap, she felt like slamming her head on the steering wheel until Brandon's name and face disappeared from her thoughts.

"What do you mean 'it's ok?' I like my rival, nothing about that is ok." Bloom said, dropping her face into her hands.

Stella sighed, "I'm say that it's ok because you're not the only one starting to feel things other than hate for your rival." She admitted, and Bloom lifted her face up, shock evident in her expression. Admitting this felt like taking a weight off her shoulders and it wasn't a good thing that she was starting to feel things that she shouldn't. Whatever road they were on was not going to be the easiest road to travel by. They stayed silent for several minutes, each lost in thought, as Stella turned the car on and pulled out of the parking spot.


So much drama. So Bloom and Stella have admitted to each other that they are developing feelings for the respective rivals/crushes. And Flora and Helia, so adorable, their going to be the first couple to obviously get together, it was how it was in the original and how it is going to be now. The next couple will come in the next couple of chapters but it might take a while to sort through the Florelia drama before we can get to the other couples. Just saying that some chapters are going to be Flora-centric because this is her time. There will still be POV slots for the other characters as they began to develop feelings but again Flora's drama.

Alright so read and review and I hope that you've enjoyed what I left for you, hint the lengthened chapter.