Although told the surprisingly shocking revelation, Evie still had to trudge her way to Chemistry. Attending that class was one of the things she dreaded, yet was excited about. She knew about the problems and complications she would, or could, potentially face with the teacher and some students, but that class was where she spent the most time with—

"Doug," Evie began to get the teenage boy's attention. She motioned to the student across from them, who tried to copy off a fellow classmate's homework. "Who is he? I saw him talking with Prince Ben earlier. I didn't know if he was another prince or . . ."

Gazing up from his worksheet, Doug sighed in annoyance when he realized who she was referring to. "Chad," he answered reluctantly. "Prince Charming, Jr. He is Cinderella's son." Doug sighed once more in irritation. "Chad inherited the charm, but—"

"Not a lot of there, there," Evie finished knowingly.

Jerking his head toward the Isle princess, Doug couldn't help the smile that wormed its way onto his lips, which matched the princess's smirk. After sharing a few moments of looks of amusement, the two laughed at the joke; one as though it was the first time he heard it while the other acted like she relived an old joke.

But, of course, their moment just had to come an end when someone wanted to ruin their fun.

"Evie," Mr. Deley called out, effectively silencing their laughter. "Perhaps this is just review for you. Tell me: what is the average atomic weight for silver—?"

"107.9 u," Evie remarked monotonously, as though the question bored her.

Caught completely off-guard by the quick reply, Mr. Deley interrogated arrogantly, "And how did you get the answer? Or was it just a lucky guess?"

"I multiplied 106.905 by .5200 then added it to the product of 108.905 and .4800 with the answer being 107.9 u," Evie explained, trying her hardest to refrain from rolling her eyes at most of her classmates' shock.

However, the teacher raised a skeptical eyebrow at the explanation. "I'm surprised you know so much about chemistry," Mr. Deley commented offhandedly. "I didn't know the Isle gave such education."

"I was castle-schooled for ten years because of a feud my mother had with Maleficent," Evie retorted defensively, her anger slowly building up. "I started reading my mother's chemistry books when I was ten and was in all AP classes at Dragon Hall. I was one of three students allowed to take an extremely advanced course with Professor Yen Sid; one of my two classmates being Carlos de Vil, the son of Cruella de Vil and my best friend that transferred with me to Auradon. Just because we are children of villains doesn't mean we can't be intelligent."

With the princess's monologue finished, Mr. Deley immediately silenced himself as he reluctantly walked back to his desk, knowing best to not continue the conversation.

Meanwhile, when Evie decided to get back to her classwork, a small piece of folded paper was 'mysteriously' tossed onto her worksheet. Sighing softly in preparation, she opened the note to see the same message as before: 'Meet Me Under Bleachers At 3'.

Adverting her gaze to the prince—who projected a dashing smile to woo her—Evie shook her head in denial. "No," she rejected, much to the boys' surprise. "I'm sorry, Chad, but I am not interested in you, because you are not my type."

Changing her attention once more, Evie offered a sincere, yet somewhat shy smile to someone else. "Doug," she cooed affectionately, "would you go on a study date with me?"

With her arms wrapped around the bedrail, Jane—whose hair magically grew to her waist thanks to a fairy—complained, "Mom said, 'If a boy can't see the beauty within, then he's not worth it.' Can you believe it! What kind of world does she live in!" Finished with her whining, she dramatically flopped onto Evie's bed, careful not to land on the sea witch.

"Auradon?" Uma replied sarcastically, looking through the designs Mal created for her locker.

"M, Uma." Evie lifted a black destressed suit jacket with for the girls to see. "What do you think about this for Harry? Think he'll like it?"

"I think so," Mal encouraged from where she sat at the bay window, taking a break from sketching more locker designs to look at the clothing. "It looks like his style. Do you have any ideas for Gil's yet?"

"Ben is having his royal seamstress make something for Gil," Uma answered before the Isle princess could. "I guess Gil mentioned how he had nothing nice to wear for the coronation and Ben offered to have something made. Gil's planning on also wearing it to that family day event you were talking about."

Mal adverted her gaze to her cousin with an inquisitive, yet serious eyebrow raise. "Has he figured anything out yet?" she wondered. "Regarding you-know-who?"

"Gil is using the excuse of watching Dude as an excuse to go to the Tourney practice," Uma explained knowingly. "Cheer practice is supposed to be going on too so he's going to try to talk to her then. He's hoping she'll open up to him with Dude there."

"I'll never have a boyfriend," Jane grumbled, too self-centered to listen to the previous exchange.

"You'll have one eventually," Evie encouraged as a dopey smile formed on her lips. "Maybe you should make the first move instead of waiting for a guy to do so."

Mal smirked at her friend. "Looks like someone had fun during her study date," she teased good-naturedly. "Let me guess . . . you have another one planned for tomorrow?"

Before Evie could have a chance to answer, there was a short, brisk knock on the door. In the next moment, a teenage girl with a bob haircut wearing a flora dress entered the bedroom. "Hey guys!" She greeted cheerily. "You may not recognize me, but I'm Lonnie. My mom is Mulan."

The Isle children perked up at the name. "I know you," Mal claimed. "Ben told me all about his childhood best friend. Do you need something?"

"Well I love what you have done with Jane's hair," Lonnie complimented as she started her request, "and I was wondering if you could do mine. I'll pay fifty dollars."

"I'll do it for free," Mal agreed, placing her sketchbook to the side so she could stand. "Consider it a gift from your new friends."

"Let's see . . ." Evie walked around the future-R.O.A.R. captain to get a better look at her appearance. "First, I'm thinking we lose the bangs. Maybe we can add some layers and some highlights . . ."

"Yeah!" Lonnie nodded her head enthusiastically. "I want it cool!" She gestured to the cousins. "Like Mal and Uma's. I really like Uma's highlights and the way Mal's hair is cut."

"Well let's see what we can do." Clearing her throat, Mal raised her hand as she recited, "Beware, forswear, replace the old with cool hair."

With the added input, Lonnie's hair was slightly different than before. This time, in her medium length chestnut and honey highlighted hair, there were faint streaks of pink. The new color made the girl look even more beautiful than she already was.

"So?" Evie wondered as she placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "What do you think?"

Running her fingers through her long locks, Lonnie silently stared at her reflection for a few moments. A warm, genuine smile graced her lips. "I love it."

"I think Audrey had an anxiety attack," Gil hypothesized a few hours later when the four Isle boys returned from the second Tourney practice of the day to prepare for the championship game. "She said she's had a headache for a couple days, but that may be from her lack of sleep for the past few days."

"The girls said they found Audrey screaming at her reflections in the restroom," Carlos recalled, leaned against the foot of the bed as he sat on the ground with Dude on his lap. "Can anxiety cause—"

"Hallucinations?" Gil assumed, nodding for an answer. "For those whose conditions are seriously ill, yes. She admitted to seeing something 'strange' in the mirror, but she didn't say what it was. Audrey refused to say what it was because she didn't want it to come true."

"Is there any way we can help her before her anxiety gets worse?" Evie wondered.

"Maybe, but I'm not sure what she has is anxiety," Gil admitted with a saddened shrug. "Mental illnesses are a lot harder to diagnose. I need to talk to her more before I can really determine what it is."

"Or you just want an excuse to keep talking to her." Uma smirked teasingly at her second mate, who stared back at her in confusion. "Come on. You clearly have a crush on her. Ask her out before you get so desperate that you need a love potion to—"

GASP!

"Kitchen!" Mal exclaimed as she practically threw her sketchbook to the floor. "Kitchen, now!"

"What are you talking about?" Harry interrogated skeptically.

"Talk." The fairy babbled on as she struggled to put her boots on quickly. "Kitchen!"

Jay audibly gasped, his eyes growing wide in remembrance. "You mean with Lonnie?" he clarified. "But—"

"Hurry!" Mal shouted frantically.

As requested—more like demanded—the six others quickly put on their shoes or boots before they burst down the hallway after the fairy princess—

Three of six wondering what the hell was going on.

"There you are, Mal!" Lonnie exclaimed as she entered the kitchen. "I should have remembered you were in here!"

In the school's kitchen, the Isle girls were mixing cookie dough while the Isle boys watched as they sat on the counters. So he didn't feel left out, Dude sat in a mixing bowl between Carlos and Jay so he could watch the girls as well.

"All the girls want you to do their hair!" Lonnie insisted positively. Peaking into the bowl curiously, she assumed, "Midnight snack? What are you guys making?"

"It's nothing special," Mal claimed as she passed the bowl to Evie for her to stir. "We just wanted to make some cookies for the guys for their big game tomorrow. We can give you some tomorrow if you want."

Intrigued, Lonnie dipped her finger in the mixture to taste it. After a moment, she hesitated, almost like she was waiting for someone to say something or stop her.

"What do you think?" Evie questioned as she took a break from her mixing. "We are making chocolate chip and walnut cookies since they are Ben's favorite."

"The batter taste great!" Lonnie complimented as she wiped her hand with a nearby napkin. "It is sweet!"

"You know what would be sweeter?" Jay questioned. Hopping off the counter, the thief made his way over to the Auradon girl, leaning against the kitchen post with a Casanova smile. "If you were to go on a date with me."

Lonnie raised an eyebrow at his forwardness. "No thanks," she denied with an annoyed eyeroll. "I'm not interested in your type."

Jay raised his own eyebrow in curiosity. "Oh really?" he challenged flirtatiously. "What do you think 'my type' is?"

Narrowing her eyes in distaste, Lonnie spat vehemently, "You are the type of guy to leave in middle of the night after a one-night stand. I know because you did with me."

Silence!

The entire room went so quiet, you could hear a heart beat. Those who didn't know about that night had their jaws hanging open and their eyes wide with surprise. The fairy had her gaze on the Auradon girl softened to a look of sympathy. Meanwhile, Jay's smile turned into a deep frown as his eyes shined with guilt, his voice caught dead in his throat.

"You . . ." Jay began slowly, his voice nearly quiet. "Remembered?"

Lonnie scoffed, bitterly retorting, "I never forgot."

The color drained from the thief's face, knowing he messed up. Instead of basking in his pained reaction, Lonnie mumbled a small 'good night' to the girls before walking out with her head looking down at the ground. After a brief moment, Jay ran after her—

Determined to set things right.

"Lonnie! Wait!"

Stopping in her path—taking a deep to calm her nerves—Lonnie reluctantly turned around so she could finally face her betrayer. "I already know what you are going to say," she insisted when the thief stopped only a few feet in front of her. "I overhead your conversation with Ben. You are going to apologize for leaving and say it was so I would still try out for my mother's army. I don't want to hear it."

Instead of denying or agreeing with the accusation, Jay sighed softly to ease the weight on his shoulder. "How long have you been in this time?"

"The same as Ben," Lonnie claimed briskly. Taking in another breath, she recounted, "I was on the train back to Auradon the night of the engagement party from the army training camp. I fell asleep and when I woke up, I was back in Auradon a month before the coronation. I kept quiet until you guys showed up so I could have time to figure out what was going on, but I still don't have any idea why any of use went back in time."

Although he nodded absentmindedly, the Isle teen was too focused on a particular phrase. "Train?" Jay repeated in confusion. "You left the training camp? Why? There's no way you could have been denied—"

"Something happened to me," Lonnie interrupted forcefully, a lump forming in her throat. "I-I started gaining weight even with all the exercise I was doing. I kept getting nauseated and light-headed for no reason. I took a test and the results forced me to end my try-outs. I decided to come back to Auradon so I could tell you, but then I was sent back in time."

Jay slowly nodded once more, understanding what she was trying to say without actually saying it. "Since you went back in time," he began skeptically, his heart aching at the thought, "you're not . . ."

A tear dripped down her cheek as her lips started to quiver. Lonnie sobbed mournfully, "I'm no longer pregnant."