You can either hate me or love me, cause that's just the way I am. - charlie puth

still don't own School of Good and Evil and characters (but i'm working on it)

Agatha, like her sister, was beautiful. In an entirely different sense. While Sophie looked beautiful, like a rose, beautiful, bright, obvious, and yes thorny. Beautiful in the sense that even though she can bite back, she was delicate.

Agatha was beautiful, in a completely different sense. She was tall and curvy, opposite to Sophie's petite form. She had a haircut of shiny black hair, that barely reached her shoulders. Her entire figure was lean and strong, her skin pale. Setting a brilliant contrast against her eyes and hair, and lips. While Sophie had the classic bubbly beauty, Agatha had a haunted face, beautiful but dangerous. Like the stunning french actress in a black and white film.

If Sophie was the princess, fair and beautiful. Agatha was a ninja, dark, mysterious and wise. A thinker, thoughtful and deep.

She was never a heart breaker, but she was willing to change a bit for her sister's sake.

In other words, while Sophie was a beautiful above average. The beautiful everyone strives to be, Agatha was the rare type of beautiful. And that was exactly what caught Tedros' attention.

Tedros knew she was different the second she walked into school; she was wearing a simple modest ensemble but she was still the most amazing girl he ever laid eyes on.

She instantly walked up to him and extended her hand, he mustered up his most charming smile and... she was gone. She was there holding his hand a second ago and now she was halfway down the hall.

In his now cold hands, he saw a note,

Agatha Woods

714-781-4567

He recited the number till he memorized it.

...

Karma was the evilest entity in the world.

Since, when the bad stuff happens you can't even hate the world, only yourself cause you've done what's been done to you so many times. Breaking heart's so many times that it was bound to happen to him.

Sophie's song prophesying it. Prophesying that Agatha Woods would break his heart with 4 simple words.

She was different from all of the other girl's, she was clever and witty. She was wise and mature beyond reason. But most of all she was loyal. Loyal to Sophie.

"Cowboy Casanova." She called him that, not "Teddy" or "Babe" or any other nickname. He thought she was teasing, turns out she was hinting. Hinting her disapproval. He was smitten with her, but he only realizes that when she told him...told him that she wasn't interested.

She made him feel loved, then told him she never loved him. She didn't even like him.

He can still remember the day she told him goodbye. Like some sick soap opera, he can remember the day in black and white.

"Do you believe in love?" Agatha asks her eyes curious, her smile cheeky. They were currently sitting outside of the club, leaning against the graffitied walls.

"Only when it comes to you, baby" Tedros replied sending her a flirty wink

"But, seriously." She prods, her head tilted like a cat about to pounce

"I believe in love; I just don't believe it will ever happen to me." That's what Tedros always thought, his dad didn't love him, his mom didn't love him enough to stay. Too caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice the flash of hurt that passed across Agatha's face.

If he had been paying attention to Agatha's expression, he would have seen her hurt, but then he would have watched it harden and stiffen into steely resolve. A decision made.

She had been compromised, thinking that maybe she can be with him. Be his. Sophie would forgive her for being his. But she knew now. He was never hers.

"How 'bout you? Do you, Agatha Woods believe in love?" He asked, turning his sky-blue eyes on her.

"I think people make love, create bonds in-between them with words and actions." Agatha says honestly, putting an effort into keeping her voice cool.

"That's deep." He hoots

She studies him closer; he was always joking keeping them from having a moment or keeping her out. She was done doing this, this was hurting her more than it ever wills him.

"Cowboy Casanova." She says tersely

"What is it?" He asked

"Do you know why I call you that?"

"I have a hunch" he replies, his tone still light

"Do you like it that I call you that?"

"Yeah, I do."

That was enough, she didn't need more.

"Well, I don't"

"What?" He asked, confused and finally serious. Well, it's too late.

"I don't like that I call you a slut every day and you are flattered by it."

Tedros stayed silent, letting her run her course.

"I don't like how you think you are entitled to all the hearts that are thrown at you. And I don't like how you seem to enjoy breaking them." She needed to breathe. "And frankly I don't like you."

That was a lie. Her only lie of her word vomit. But he didn't need to know that.

He looked so shocked at that exact moment, all she wanted was to knock some sense into him.

"Don't call me. Or ask for me. Don't talk to me, don't even look at me. I don't like you, and frankly you'd be doing yourself a favor by leaving me in peace." She had to go now; the word vomit could be bad for bystanders.

She stood, and walked away without waiting for Tedros' response. Thinking he wouldn't have one, but she was wrong. Agatha didn't care though, she had to leave or she might end up with the broken heart.

That night he cried and got drunk. But he didn't hook up. He couldn't. Sophie was curious when he declined the girls advances. He remembered Sophie's shocked look. Of shock, to glee, then to confusion.

"Tedros?" she asked.

He was drunk and hysterical, he sobbed "Agatha used to call me that."

Sophie said something then took him home, he didn't hear much after only glimpses of "it worked" and "screwed over".

But he did hear her parting words "You're a fool hearted man".

He doesn't remember anything else of that night, he just woke up. With a hangover and a broken heart

But he remembered enough, who knew words as small as "I don't like you" can hurt that much? He never thought he would get his heart broken, he sort-of saw himself as invincible. Invincible to heartbreak, at least the romantic kind. He always figured all the bs with his parents was enough.

He must've broken too many hearts for the world to give him a break.

-The week before-

Ever since having their heart broken, they made it a mission to warn other girls away from Tedros, they were successful 6/10 times. But every time, a girl got her heart broken she joined the club so it wasn't all bad.

Sophie was a different case; Sophie wasn't the type to follow or join. She may seem like a fairy tale princess but her ego and pride were far too inflated and carefully built for her to just "follow".

She wanted to dominate.

Lucky for her (and sadly for Beatrix) she already had a huge advantage. She had a reputation; she was the girl who gave Tedros what he deserved.

So, Sophie and Beatrix were neck to neck on who would be the "spokeswoman" of their little club. Sophie clinging to her rep, and Beatrix to her history.

However, that morning Sophie was "occupied" and couldn't attend their meeting. So, Beatrix lead, their new target: Agatha.

"I like her she's smart." Kiko chirps, checking Tristan's Instagram feed. Her eyes hopeful. Maybe he can be the one.

"I agree, we should definitely talk to her." Beatrix concluded

They managed to corner Agatha, Agatha was sitting at a bus bench, under the shade of a Cedar elm tree. Reading a novel, a romance novel.

"Hi!" Kiko chirped sidling up next to Agatha

"Hello?" Agatha says her tone completely confused

"Hi! I'm Beatrix." Beatrix smiles, extending her hand. A group gathers around her, all gorgeous and serious looking. Where these the "popular girls". Some panic seized Agatha's chest. Where they here to threaten her to stay away from Tedros. If they were Sophie was so going down.

"Agatha." she says warily

"A pleasure"

"Likewise"

They seemed to be having a silent stare off, eventually Agatha's eyes twitched and she gave in, rubbing her watery eyes. Beatrix simply smirked and then started off her little monologue.

"Agatha, I like you. I'm going to be really honest. Tedros is the bad news, he..." Agatha was walking away "Where you going?!" Beatrix called and sprinted till she was blocking her path. Soon the whole group was surrounding Agatha, practically hiding her from prying eyes.

Agatha looked hesitant and a little creeped out "I know he is bad-"

"You better take it from me." Reena cuts in

"That boy is like a disease. It won't leave till you get help. You're wondering why you can't get free." Renna pleads her big almond shaped eyes begging her to listen. Agatha does.

Agatha tilts her head, those words took a while for them to settle in, in her brain.

"He's like a curse." Kiko says, but Beatrix was already shaking her head.

"He's like a drug," she corrects, "you get addicted to his attention"

"Addicted? Should I leave for rehab?" Agatha asks

Beatrix grins "But he's holding you down, because you can't live without his touch."

'This is enough' Agatha thought as she started to wrestle her way out of the enclosed space. 'I don't even like the boy.'

"He's... he's a good time, Cowboy Casanova, leaning up against the record machine."

Agatha froze that was exactly how Tedros introduced himself. Not that it means anything, but the hurt in her voice was enough to make her hesitate.

Kiko saw a crack, they finally got through to her.

"He looks like a tall drink of water, but he's candy-coated misery." Kiko consoles, she too fell for his righteous looks, she thought he was Good. But if she had to choose a lesson that he thought her, it would be that looks can be deceiving.

Softly almost whispering it to Agatha, she continued tears obvious in her voice "He is the devil in disguise, a snake with pretty eyes. "Her voice cracked on "eyes", this Is what always separated from the rest. She was still heartbroken.

Agatha's unflinching eyes were on her, and she put her arms around Kiko's shoulders. Almost awkwardly.

"And he only comes out at night." She breathes, that was what Sophie said when she came.

She thought she was simply being manipulated, Sophie twisting the truth, but seeing the other girls' solemn expressions she knew this was no scheme.

Beatrix made her way to the front, her gaze empathetic and like she was reading her mind she said "You have feelings that you don't want to fight?" Agatha nods, Beatrix continues remorsefully "You better run for your life."

Even though Agatha was nodding and agreeing her mind was still elsewhere, still lost in his blue gaze. (ok, fine! He was very very attractive. But she knew better. He was handsome not a gentleman.)

"I see that look on your face." Reena accuses softly her hands on her fine hips

Agatha blinks startled out of her thoughts, blushing scarlet.

"You aren't hearing what I say, so I'll say it again, because I know where you've been. And I know how it ends, you can't get away." Reena was looking at her, searching for resistance, she didn't see any. Her eyes were clear and focused. Her lips relaxed; her eyebrows low.

"Don't even look in his eyes." A girl says, her voice was lost but clear.

"He tells nothing but lies." Kiko said almost like a mantra

"I won't be deceived." Agatha reassured, awkwardly edging away. Her book tucked under her arm.

Beatrix sighs then corrects almost patronizingly "And you want to believe that you won't be deceived, and you won't, if you listen to me and take my advice."

"Your advice?" Agatha challenges

"He's a good time-"

"Cowboy Casanova" Agatha interrupts, looking bored

"Leaning up against the record machine." Kiko reminds gently and Agatha sobers up.

Encouraged she goes on "He looks like-"

"A tall drink of water?" Agatha raises her eyebrows, they have the strangest yet most accurate phrases for the boy.

"But he's candy-coated misery! He's the devil in disguise," she clings to Agatha's arm, her nail pressing against her soft skin.

"A snake with clear eyes." Reena adds, sliding t0o her other side.

"And he only comes out at night." a tight voice said, catching Beatrix's soft stare

"Have feelings that you don't want to fight?" the green-eyed blonde asks.

Agatha looks up meeting her hurt gaze, Agatha opens her mouth to protest, to say something, anything to appease Sophie. To smooth over her hurt expression when Beatrix mumbles softly "You better run for your life."

"He'll tell you anything you want to hear." Kiko whimpers

Sophie was still watching, her hurt expression smoothing to understanding. Then mirth.

"He'll break your heart, it's just a matter of time." Beatrix pleads making her tear her gaze away from Sophie and look into her hurt topaz eyes.

"This is enough!" Sophie interrupts them "All of you. GET!"

Beatrix scowls but it was half-hearted, she was about to leave, but one look at Agatha she knew she wasn't quite done.

"But just remember, he's the devil in disguise."

"A snake with blue eyes." Agatha reports, like a student finishing a rhyme.

"Gives you feelings that you don't want to fight." Sophie reminisced

"You better run for your life." Beatrix warns, then almost like magic, they disappear into a small van. Beatrix gives her one last glance as she climbs the shotgun.

"I ride shotgun" Sophie grumbles, Agatha chooses silence. And as they watch the car slip away, Agatha is thinking about the forbidden blue-eyed Casanova.

"Cowboy Casanova?" Sophie asks as they walk down the street

"Yes, quite original. I'm impressed." Agatha says quickly, glad for the millionth time Sophie couldn't read her thoughts.

"Same here. I didn't think them capable."

Agatha shoots her a dark look; which Sophie pointedly ignores.

If anyone would look out their window they would see two beauties, one with a timeless face dressed in black, the other dressed for other city with a princess aura.

Both of them sporting sweet expressions. But, if you look closer you would see the evil glint in Sophie's eye. And the smirk on Agatha's red red lips.

"So, by what time, can we expect you to break our cowboy's heart. Agatha ponders this, a question in her eyes.

Does she even want to hurt him?

Kiko's face flashed through her mind.

Yes.

Will she?

Sophie crying voice rang in her head.

Yes.

When?

That was the question.

Agatha shrugs and hip checks Sophie who smirks back and says "We'll see."

...

Agatha glanced at her phone. It wouldn't stop ringing.

After the fifth call, Agatha picks up the phone. Still stroking her act, Reaper. "Hello."

"YOU DID IT YOU LITTLE BITCH! I LOVE YOU FORE-"

Oh. Of course it was Sophie.

"Quiet down. I can hear you." Agatha shushes, trying not to remember Tedros. It was good she cut it off when she did, any longer he'd be the one with the advantage.

"I-of course. It's just." Sophie stuttered.

"Come out with it." Agatha instructs, twisting so that she was facing her wall.

"When I saw him, he was drunk off his ass. Surrounded by girls."

Agatha's insides twist. Of course who was she to think that he'd be upset enough to stop is ways-

"And he was rejecting all of them."

Agatha's breath caught in her throat. "So... it worked."

Sophie sounded genuinely happy saying her next words "Yes! He's crushed, Aggie."

A smile forms on Agatha's pale face.

The only way she was OK with this was her remembering Kiko's face. Sophie's voice when she called. All the girls who set out to warn other girls from heartbreak.

He had this coming.

"Thank you." Sophie whispered "I still can't believe you didn't..." she trailed off as if afraid to offend Agatha. Which was surprising in itself.

"I didn't what?"

"That you didn't fall for him."

I almost did.

"I'm too smart for that." Agatha teases

Sophie sighs sweetly "I'm glad. I don't know what I would have done if I saw you fall too."

"I would never compromise you." Agatha promises, remembering blue eyes.

No matter how much I want to.

"Really?" Sophie asks hopefully, like a puppy. But there was poison under the whipped cream. Because she was Sophie.

"We're sisters."

And that was that.

HANDS UP FOR MY FIRST FINISHED MULTI-FIC! YEAAAA!

K, imma do my HW then imma try and finish another chapter for Better Off. (I hope the next chapter will show you why YOU CAN"T TUST ANYONE.

xxx

-paula says ALOHA