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Jezebel's POV

"Samantha(she detested being called Sam)if you don't get up now, we're going to be late!" I was awake and ready to go while Samantha was still asleep, and I had to wake her up, which usually involved more patience then I had.

She pulled the pillow off of her face and glared up at me.

"Make me!" She protested.

I so didn't need this. "Fine!" I retorted, and yanked the covers off of her.

"God Jez. I'm up, alright!" She climbed out of bed, her signature pout on her full red lips, walked over to the dresser, and began hunting through it.

Twenty minutes and six outfit changes later, we walked into the common room, in search of breakfast.

"I have to go, Kellan doesn't like me to keep him waiting." Samantha said sarcastically, as she couldn't stand Kellan.

"Yeah right. More like you don't like to miss anything."

She smirked and sauntered away, up to the table where Kellan, and the rest of his misfit group sat. I saw Sharin sitting among them, and grimaced. Now Samantha had to pretend to be friends with her too.

I picked up a plain bagel and sat at a table not too far away. I wanted to hear everything that happened.

Sharin was saying something about cereal—what the heck?—but no one was paying attention, because Samantha had just walked up.

She tapped Sharin on the shoulder with her perfectly manicured red nail, and said in a bored voice, "New girl, you're in my seat."

Sharin's eyes narrowed, and I could tell she didn't like being pushed around. Not a submissive one, I noted.

"I don't see your name on it Sammy," she said coldly. Oh she'd done it now. Samantha would kill her. She didn't let anyone call her Sammy, since that's what her dad had called her…before he'd died.

I watched as Samantha's pale skin grew red with anger. Goddess, she looked like an angry cartoon character.

"No. One. Calls. Me. Sammy!" She screeched, and yanked the chair out from underneath a very upset looking Sharin, who promptly crashed to floor, the breath knocked out of her.

By this point everyone had stopped what they were doing, and were watching the drama unfold.

Sharin sprung up from the carpeted floor and got right in Samantha's perfectly made-up face. I had to admit, the girl had guts.

"You can't talk to me like that!" Sharin shouted at Samantha, "You shouldn't talk to anyone like that! Why don't you just go away?" Sharin shoved Samantha with all her might and Samantha flew across the room and crashed into the opposite wall.

There was dead silence. What had just happened?