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Good girls don't do that….

Jamie had gotten herself out of bed right after Amelia had left to have breakfast with Ben. She hadn't really been asleep. She'd just been playing possum so that she could get dressed without Mal's sister watching her. It's not that she was shy, far from it. In fact, she'd once gone to school topless. She'd only been ten at the time so it didn't really count but it was the principle of the thing. No proper pirate was ever ashamed of who they were or what they did. That had been drilled into her from birth. Well, that and an unreasonable hate for children who could fly.

Well, she couldn't go to class topless today she thought as she pulled her nightshirt off, wincing the entire time. The stripes across her back that her father had given her right before she left were still rather sore. She expected that by tonight, her back would be an interesting combination of blue, black and green from the bruises.

"Find my ship!" He'd repeated over and over. "Don't get distracted by some boy like Maleficent's brat did! And don't think that you can decide to be good. You're more than a villain. You're a pirate. Evil is in your blood!"

She shuddered at the memory. He hadn't beat her like that for a very long time. In fact, he hadn't done it since that day she'd gone to school without her shirt. She'd been bruised up badly that day too and she'd done it so that her father had known he couldn't get away with hurting her anymore. People might have written off the bruises that day as the result of an active childhood but it had made them suspicious. If she'd kept showing up with them, her father would have been a goner. Even villains had limits to what they would put up with and child abuse was one of them. She sometimes thought it was strange that the villains on the Isle were okay with casting evil spells on children, emotionally abusing them, kidnapping them and even murdering them. But not even the worst of them would put up with physically beating a child. The threat that she would reveal him had kept her father under control until yesterday.

As she pulled her clothes on slowly, she had to laugh at herself a little bit. If Ben the King had called her skinny dipping bluff, she'd have been busted right away. But somehow she'd known he wouldn't. She could tell from his eyes right away that he was one of the few good guys out there. Pity that Mal had already claimed him. Still, part of her wished he had taken her up on her offer. It would be nice to get it all out in the open, so to speak. And those big hands might have felt nice on her skin…. But she didn't really want anyone finding out. Not yet, anyway. They might take matters into their own hands and that wasn't a part of her plan. She wanted to be the one to get revenge against her father someday. Not some court or royal decree. She wanted to inflict vengeance herself. It was the pirate way.

She was almost finished getting ready when there was a knock at the door. She pulled on a jacket and went over to answer it. When she opened the door, an attractive young man with blond hair in a buzz cut greeted her. "Ready for breakfast?" he asked.

Jamie flashed him a fake smile. "Very much so. So nice of the school to send a gorgeous hunk of a man like you to escort me around on my first day." She replied, defaulting to flirty like she always did when she was nervous.

"It's Jack." He said flatly.

She looked past him. "Where's Jack? Is coming with us too?"

"I'm Jack!" he said more firmly.

"Jack who?" she asked, still confused.

"Jack O'Hearts. From the Isle? I spent an hour in a limo with you yesterday…."

Jamie looked him up and down. It was him all right. If you took Jack from yesterday, subtracted 10 pounds of hair, and replaced his stupid fancy clothes with normal ones, this was indeed what you got. "Sorry, you look, ummm…."

"Like a gorgeous hunk of man?" he asked shortly.

"Different." Jamie said quickly to cover the sudden butterflies in her stomach. "Well, let's get some grub." Today was not going even remotely the way she thought it would.

As they strolled down the hallway, Jack was secretly thrilled with the way Jamie had reacted. He wanted Auradon to see him as a real man, not as some silly ninny with curled locks and a poet shirt. He'd never truly escape his mother's influence if they didn't. His mother, the Queen Of Hearts, had insisted that he stay away from other kids and forced him to dress in all that that silly garb. "You're one of a kind" she would tell him when she was feeling nice. "No mixing in with the rest of the pack." That was what she said when she was feeling nice. The rest of the time she'd be screaming about chopping people's heads off. And even if she wasn't serious, the yelling was still horrible to endure. Jack had vowed that he would take this chance in Auradon to make sure no one could ever abuse him like that again.

They reached the breakfast hall and had a rather quiet meal. Then they headed over to their first class, Remedial Goodness 101 where they found that Amelia had beaten them there by a few minutes. Together, they all began to learn about how life was different here compared to the Isle.

Late in the afternoon, Evie was sitting in her room finishing her homework. Normally she'd be with Doug while she was working, the two of them just enjoying each other's company. But that was getting a little old. Well, not old so much as comfortable. She didn't want comfortable. What she wanted was to figure out how to remove Doug from the 'friend zone' that she'd stupidly stuck him in. Back when she'd still thought that princes were the only way to go, she'd dismissed Doug's attentions as cute but unimportant. And then when she'd passed that test without her mirror, she'd still only thought of Doug as a friend, a good one, but still just a friend. He'd briefly risked his friend's anger by reaching out to her after the disaster during Parent's Day and a bit of desire had flared up in her. But then he'd backed down after Chad and the others yelled at him and she'd been a little bit angry at him for not sticking to his guns.

Maybe angry was the wrong word. Disappointed was probably closer. But she'd had some time to reflect on how outside pressure could make you do some stupid things. If no one was going to blame her for assisting in a plot that had almost giving total magical power to a psychotic fairy whose main beef in life was that she hadn't been invited to one stupid party, then she could forgive Doug for what was essentially a moment of weakness. He'd had enough courage to come over to see her. That showed he had a good heart.

And that was why she was finishing her homework alone. Because it was time to spend time with Doug without pretending there was a reason other than the pleasure of his company. She had just a couple of problems left when Lonnie knocked on the door.

"It's all set!" she said. "A romantic dinner, candles, soft music, the works. If this doesn't help you get things started with him, I don't know what will."

"Thank you so much!" effused Evie. "I wouldn't have asked but I have those two big tests coming up and I didn't want to let anything slip. There are so many things that I'm behind on because of how bad the schools were on the Isle."

"I understand completely. And you also wanted to make sure that studying wasn't on either of your minds while you spent time together. It's fine. I enjoy putting these little parties together. Hey, maybe that's what I could become when I finish school. A party planner!"

"I'll be happy to give you a good recommendation. Especially if tonight goes as planned that it…" she teased.

Lonnie smiled. "It will."

Audrey sat at her vanity staring at Mal's bra that was lying in front of her. There had to be some way that she could use it to ruin Ben and Mal. "Maybe run it up the flagpole with a flag that says 'Mal's a slut?" she wondered. "No, that was too childish and people would just end up laughing it off. Maybe if Ben found it somewhere it shouldn't be? No. That wouldn't work either. Ben would never believe his perfect little bad girl was sleeping around. Someone else had to find it… but who?" She heard voices in the corridor and realized that they were Evie and Doug. And then there was something that sounded like a good night kiss. "So, those too were getting close too, hmm?" she thought. "That might have some potential. Maybe if Evie found Mal's bra in Doug's bed…. Even if it didn't mess up Mal and Ben, destroying their relationship would have a certain amount of satisfaction." She heard what was definitely a second kiss and then a few whispered 'good nights' from the two of them. "It definitely had possibilities…"

The night got darker as Audrey sat and tried to hammer out a plan. Finally, she gave up scheming for the night and shoved the Mal's bra in a drawer so she wouldn't have to look at it anymore. She went back to looking at herself in the mirror, one of her favorite pastimes. But after a moment, that was ruined as well. She had a multi-mirrored vanity and regardless of how she twisted, she could always see at least two of herself. That used to be really nice but now it just reminded her that Mal had a twin. "There had to be two of them. As if I didn't have enough pain in my life." She said out loud. Talking also reminded her that her lips were sore. Which didn't make any sense. She thought back over what had happened today. She'd gone over to the party and they hadn't hurt. Then she'd fainted, but she'd fallen straight back as far as she could tell. So no reason for her lips to be bruised. Then she'd woken up in the nurse's office where Jay had apparently carried her. That oaf. He'd probably put his hands all over her while he carried her over. She shuddered. "At least I don't remember it." She said and winced. Then she put her hand back to her mouth. "What if he kissed me?" she wondered. Then she screamed.