Chapter 6
Unsuccessful in her attempts to get any kind of information from Miss Meeder in regards to her past—she stood by her 'it's all meaningless' philosophy very strongly—Josie returned to her room. Where she found Corrine and Stew kissing passionately.
She pushed Stew into the wall, and held him close with her arm around the back of his neck. She moved her hand across his chest, until he grabbed it and squeezed it tightly. She pulled back and looked at him for a moment. Breathing heavily, she took a deep breath, thinking for just a moment that she hadn't even kissed Mirror-Marshall this way.
Stew leant down to her face before they could start again. "What do you have to gain from this? I don't want to go any further, Corrine."
Happiness, she thought, resisting the urge to scream it out. "What don't I have to gain from this?" She countered. "Just shutup and kiss me. That's all we're going to do."
She covered his lips with her own once more, and embraced him completely.
Completely caught off guard, Josie turned and ran down the hall. Straight into Madison.
Vaughn tore out folder after folder from the filing cabinet in his father's den. So far, nothing was useful. Not in the sense of what he was after at least, maybe if he knew what that was it might come easier. Even the detailed schematics of the experiment technology didn't help.
The fact that he was having trouble reading it all certainly didn't help.
And then he found it.
Something Victor had no doubt meant to destroy.
An experiment that mimicked the one he'd planned on using Josie for. Sarah Pearson had singed it. Just before she died.
Like a dagger in his heart, he ripped up the paper. He threw the pieces of paper in the air and as they fluttered to the ground, he walked away.
He knew this was what John and Josie2 had been talking about all along.
And suddenly, he had an idea of what it had done.
Madison pulled herself from the ground, seething with anger. She didn't say anything until Josie got up as well. It was a stare down, as people gathered around them wondering what would happen.
"What the hell is wrong with you, you... freak?" Madison roared. "Can't you watch where you're going, not everyone has the time to make sure they don't step on you!"
"Oh, there's that shining wit again," Josie snapped. "Madison, you and wit are unmixy things. Don't try and mix them."
Madison took a step closer to Josie. "Apologize to me," she hissed.
"Phht. Yeah right," Josie said waving her hand flippantly. "Why would I apologize to you."
"I'll kill you," Madison warned.
Josie didn't say anything. Instead, she brought her hand up, slamming it into her cheek. Madison stumbled back, clutching her cheek. For a moment time seemed to slow down—almost stopping entirely, as Josie realised what she did. Despite the concern that flashed on her face momentarily, she quickly quashed it and stood back, her hand still clenched tightly.
"What, were you born in a barn?" Madison screamed, her words drowning in a sea of venom. "You don't just go around hitting people! You will so suffer for this, Josie. I swear. You will live to regret this attack."
"No I won't," Josie told her. "Because that was just a warning. I don't want you to come near me again."
"You do realise this is a school don't you?" Madison asked in disbelief. "As in we both go here. It'll be hard to avoid you."
"You'll find a way," Josie assured her. "You're personality is enough to repel most people."
"How are you human? In what way are you human?" Madison asked spitefully.
"I've asked myself the same question lately," Josie murmured.
A knowing, sardonic smirk appeared on Madison's face. "You know, I just remembered that you left at the same time as that Australian boy did. John? What's wrong, didn't the boy give enough? Or did he realise how pathetic you were?"
Josie fought the urge to kill Madison and let her blood reach a simmer before she walked off, leaving a triumphant Madison holding her blue cheek.
"What are you going to do now?" One of the Madette's asked their leader.
"Get her expelled," Madison said simply. "No one does that to me."
"That's kind of clichéd, don't you think?" Tyler asked blandly.
"I don't think I asked for your lack of knowledge," Madison replied sourly. "So, don't you have an elsewhere to be?"
Tyler gave a short laugh. "I'm sorry I missed the show. It seemed like something really special, to get you riled up like this."
Madison gave an exasperated sigh. "What do you really want, Tyler?"
"I have a little game for us to play," he replied. "Interested?"
She softened up as they walked towards Durst's office. "Please do go on. As long as it humiliates a certain someone and gets me a certain someone, I'll be happy."
"Gee, transparent much?" Tyler deadpanned.
"Hey, at least I don't have a fascination with Marshall," she snapped.
"No, you have one with Josie," he muttered.
"You accuse me of being transparent?"
"Why do you think I'm helping you?"
"You've got nothing better to do," she suggested.
"One of the many reasons."
"Sweetie, no matter how hard you try, you'll never be as effortlessly tact as me."
"Or as effortlessly slutty..."
"And he comes out swinging."
"What do you expect?"
"This is business. You've got to expect the unexpected," Madison reminded him.
"Please, you're the one who will have to try hard to be better than me."
"I am better than you. So are my shoes."
"Business, huh? Let's draw up a contract."
"Straight to business. I like that."
"And you'd love getting what you want?"
"Absolutely. But I don't think you'll be able to get it."
"Try me."
"You're a remarkable guy Tyler," she said shaking her head with a false smile.
"And you're a vicious bitch."
"This little partnership is going to work out great," she countered.
"I know," he agreed.
Miss Meeder was talking quietly to Durst, when Madison and Tyler interrupted with news of—as Madison put it—Josie's complete wiggins and psyche out. Within minutes, the fiery red head was in the office awaiting her punishment.
"Notwithstanding Victor Pearson's obstinate view that you cannot leave the school—a view also held by your mother—despite a two month period of absence, I'm afraid we can't just let this kind of behaviour occur in our halls," Durst said harshly. "And I—"
"Principal Durst, Amanda, listen, it's not Miss Trent's fault," Miss Meeder tried to explain. "During the science class, I, uh, explained to them to sort out there problems. And that in certain situations the end apparently justifies the means. Of course, I was talking about science results. I'm impressed that Miss Trent has enough initiative to take my lessons into the real world."
"Is this true Josie?" Durst asked.
"Yes, it's completely true Principal Durst," Josie replied. "And I completely apologize."
"I thought you might, which is why—due to your circumstances—I'm going to put you on probation instead," Durst conceded. "Understand? This means no slip ups at all, Josie."
"I understand," Josie said softly. "I'm really sorry. Is that all?"
"Yes, you can go. I'd head straight to your room and avoid Madison for a while," Durst said. "I'll try and find you some kind of loop hole."
"Thank you so much," Josie said on her way back to the room. Hopefully Corrine has finished her S&M game, she thought.
Unsuccessful in her attempts to get any kind of information from Miss Meeder in regards to her past—she stood by her 'it's all meaningless' philosophy very strongly—Josie returned to her room. Where she found Corrine and Stew kissing passionately.
She pushed Stew into the wall, and held him close with her arm around the back of his neck. She moved her hand across his chest, until he grabbed it and squeezed it tightly. She pulled back and looked at him for a moment. Breathing heavily, she took a deep breath, thinking for just a moment that she hadn't even kissed Mirror-Marshall this way.
Stew leant down to her face before they could start again. "What do you have to gain from this? I don't want to go any further, Corrine."
Happiness, she thought, resisting the urge to scream it out. "What don't I have to gain from this?" She countered. "Just shutup and kiss me. That's all we're going to do."
She covered his lips with her own once more, and embraced him completely.
Completely caught off guard, Josie turned and ran down the hall. Straight into Madison.
Vaughn tore out folder after folder from the filing cabinet in his father's den. So far, nothing was useful. Not in the sense of what he was after at least, maybe if he knew what that was it might come easier. Even the detailed schematics of the experiment technology didn't help.
The fact that he was having trouble reading it all certainly didn't help.
And then he found it.
Something Victor had no doubt meant to destroy.
An experiment that mimicked the one he'd planned on using Josie for. Sarah Pearson had singed it. Just before she died.
Like a dagger in his heart, he ripped up the paper. He threw the pieces of paper in the air and as they fluttered to the ground, he walked away.
He knew this was what John and Josie2 had been talking about all along.
And suddenly, he had an idea of what it had done.
Madison pulled herself from the ground, seething with anger. She didn't say anything until Josie got up as well. It was a stare down, as people gathered around them wondering what would happen.
"What the hell is wrong with you, you... freak?" Madison roared. "Can't you watch where you're going, not everyone has the time to make sure they don't step on you!"
"Oh, there's that shining wit again," Josie snapped. "Madison, you and wit are unmixy things. Don't try and mix them."
Madison took a step closer to Josie. "Apologize to me," she hissed.
"Phht. Yeah right," Josie said waving her hand flippantly. "Why would I apologize to you."
"I'll kill you," Madison warned.
Josie didn't say anything. Instead, she brought her hand up, slamming it into her cheek. Madison stumbled back, clutching her cheek. For a moment time seemed to slow down—almost stopping entirely, as Josie realised what she did. Despite the concern that flashed on her face momentarily, she quickly quashed it and stood back, her hand still clenched tightly.
"What, were you born in a barn?" Madison screamed, her words drowning in a sea of venom. "You don't just go around hitting people! You will so suffer for this, Josie. I swear. You will live to regret this attack."
"No I won't," Josie told her. "Because that was just a warning. I don't want you to come near me again."
"You do realise this is a school don't you?" Madison asked in disbelief. "As in we both go here. It'll be hard to avoid you."
"You'll find a way," Josie assured her. "You're personality is enough to repel most people."
"How are you human? In what way are you human?" Madison asked spitefully.
"I've asked myself the same question lately," Josie murmured.
A knowing, sardonic smirk appeared on Madison's face. "You know, I just remembered that you left at the same time as that Australian boy did. John? What's wrong, didn't the boy give enough? Or did he realise how pathetic you were?"
Josie fought the urge to kill Madison and let her blood reach a simmer before she walked off, leaving a triumphant Madison holding her blue cheek.
"What are you going to do now?" One of the Madette's asked their leader.
"Get her expelled," Madison said simply. "No one does that to me."
"That's kind of clichéd, don't you think?" Tyler asked blandly.
"I don't think I asked for your lack of knowledge," Madison replied sourly. "So, don't you have an elsewhere to be?"
Tyler gave a short laugh. "I'm sorry I missed the show. It seemed like something really special, to get you riled up like this."
Madison gave an exasperated sigh. "What do you really want, Tyler?"
"I have a little game for us to play," he replied. "Interested?"
She softened up as they walked towards Durst's office. "Please do go on. As long as it humiliates a certain someone and gets me a certain someone, I'll be happy."
"Gee, transparent much?" Tyler deadpanned.
"Hey, at least I don't have a fascination with Marshall," she snapped.
"No, you have one with Josie," he muttered.
"You accuse me of being transparent?"
"Why do you think I'm helping you?"
"You've got nothing better to do," she suggested.
"One of the many reasons."
"Sweetie, no matter how hard you try, you'll never be as effortlessly tact as me."
"Or as effortlessly slutty..."
"And he comes out swinging."
"What do you expect?"
"This is business. You've got to expect the unexpected," Madison reminded him.
"Please, you're the one who will have to try hard to be better than me."
"I am better than you. So are my shoes."
"Business, huh? Let's draw up a contract."
"Straight to business. I like that."
"And you'd love getting what you want?"
"Absolutely. But I don't think you'll be able to get it."
"Try me."
"You're a remarkable guy Tyler," she said shaking her head with a false smile.
"And you're a vicious bitch."
"This little partnership is going to work out great," she countered.
"I know," he agreed.
Miss Meeder was talking quietly to Durst, when Madison and Tyler interrupted with news of—as Madison put it—Josie's complete wiggins and psyche out. Within minutes, the fiery red head was in the office awaiting her punishment.
"Notwithstanding Victor Pearson's obstinate view that you cannot leave the school—a view also held by your mother—despite a two month period of absence, I'm afraid we can't just let this kind of behaviour occur in our halls," Durst said harshly. "And I—"
"Principal Durst, Amanda, listen, it's not Miss Trent's fault," Miss Meeder tried to explain. "During the science class, I, uh, explained to them to sort out there problems. And that in certain situations the end apparently justifies the means. Of course, I was talking about science results. I'm impressed that Miss Trent has enough initiative to take my lessons into the real world."
"Is this true Josie?" Durst asked.
"Yes, it's completely true Principal Durst," Josie replied. "And I completely apologize."
"I thought you might, which is why—due to your circumstances—I'm going to put you on probation instead," Durst conceded. "Understand? This means no slip ups at all, Josie."
"I understand," Josie said softly. "I'm really sorry. Is that all?"
"Yes, you can go. I'd head straight to your room and avoid Madison for a while," Durst said. "I'll try and find you some kind of loop hole."
"Thank you so much," Josie said on her way back to the room. Hopefully Corrine has finished her S&M game, she thought.