Chapter 11: The perfect couple

Musa looked up at Veronica with a start. Veronica had slammed her books on Musa's desk while Musa had been dozing - they had a substitute teacher for Algebra. Bloom and Flora looked on with a worried face at Musa and Veronica.

"What is it?" Musa asked sleepily as she leaned back in her seat and stretched.

"You know full well why I'm here." Veronica snapped.

"What? Why are you here? You do know that this period is Algebra and the teacher is absent, so I'm trying to sleep, right?" Musa yawned.

"Don't play with me."

"What am I playing at?" Musa asked, genuinely confused.

Veronica groaned in frustration and took a deep breath to calm herself.

"What? No Fate and Destiny to calm you? Where's the twins? I haven't seen them in a long time." Musa smirked, clearly enjoyed seeing Veronica this angry.

"Why are you and Riven together?" Veronica ignored what Musa just said and glared at her icily.

"Why can't we be together?"

"You know he's mine."

"Who's yours?"

"Riven." Veronica snapped.

"I didn't see your name on him when we were doing the... you know." Musa said casually.

Veronica, Bloom, Flora and some of their classmates who were in listening range gaped at Musa, who had pulled out her headphones and was putting them on.

"You had sex with him?" Veronica shrieked.

"Hi Fate. Hey Destiny. Still following Her Highness around?" Musa waved cheerfully to the twins, Fate and Destiny, who were sitting on each side of a glowering Veronica on one of the benches near where the Winx and Specialist were hanging out.

Veronica stood up and stormed away from Musa and her friends without waiting for Fate and Destiny. Fate turned up her head and stalked off after Veronica while Destiny gave Musa a shy smile and a wave before hurrying after her twin.

"I've always liked Destiny better than Fate." Musa smiled and turned towards the Winx and Specialists. When she saw the way they were looking at her, she asked, "What?"

"Is it true?" Stella spoke up.

"What is true?" Musa asked.

"Did you and Riven had sex?" Helia glared at Musa and pointed at Riven, who was leaning against the tree and was looking uncomfortable.

"Oh, that." Musa laughed and waved her hand. "Nah, that was just to wind up Veronica."

The others relaxed when they heard Musa said that.

"Whew. I thought it was true." Stella breathed and turned to Riven with a sly smile. "But you two didn't really do it, did you?"

"What?! No." Riven exclaimed with a shocked expression on his face. "Get your head out of the gutter, Stella."

"Fine, fine. I was just saying. No need to explode." Stella put up her hands and leaned into Brandon while Riven glared at her.

"Musa," Flora said. "how did you know who is who?"

"Who?"

"Fate and Destiny. The twins."

"Oh, them." Musa sighed. "They and Veronica were my best friends since 2nd grade. We were the First Four."

"Yeah, I remember the First Four." Bloom and Timmy grimaced at the memory of when they were bullied in elementary.

"First Four? What kind of name is that?" Riven scoffed.

"How would I know? Veronica thought it up." Musa snapped.

"Figures." Riven muttered.

"Anyway, we were the First Four and we rule the school. Well, ruled actually." Musa continued.

"Ruled the school as in what Veronica and the twins are doing now? Being the school's queen bees? Bullying other kids?" Layla questioned.

"Yes. Veronica was always the leader and the boss, not just of us, but of everyone - she wasn't always like this. Me, Fate and Destiny called her 'Her Highness' behind her back. She was always the first in every thing. Spelling Bees, Beauty Contests, Costume Decorating, you name it, she win it. But there was one time, I won the annual school talent show - she came second." Musa paused.

"What happen next?"

"Well, she was furious, of course. She forced me to give her my medal."

"Can she do that? Is that even permitted?"

"No. But she did it anyway."

"And?"

"I said no, of course. What kind of a dummy would I be if I just gave her my medal when she asked?"

"A very big dummy." Riven replied and Musa glared at him.

"Musa, Eric and Jared will be coming next weekend." Ho-Boe said a few nights later at dinner.

He, Musa and Riven was sat around the dining table. Larry had cooked macaroni cheese, one of Musa's favorite of Larry's.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure." Musa replied between mouthful.

"They'll be staying for two weeks for their Autumn Holidays. Your Aunt Angela and Uncle Alfred's going to Germany for their anniversary."

"Uh huh."

"They'll be staying here." Ho-Boe gave Musa a look.

"And you want me to be on my best behavior." Musa sighed and put down her fork. "Why? They're just people. It's not like they're princes or something."

"Musa." Ho-Boe said with a warning tone in his voice. "Remember what happened to Jared when they came last time."

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever." she picked up her forked and resumed eating.

"Who's Eric and Jared?" Riven asked when Ho-Boe was in the music room and he and Musa was watching some TV.

Just at that moment, Sally brought them both a cup of orange juice.

"Thanks, Sally." Musa smiled at Sally.

"Yeah, thanks." Riven grunted.

"No problem, dears." Sally smiled warmly and went off to do the laundry.

"So who's Eric and Jared?"

"I dunno. Ask Helia. He should know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Riven turned so that he was facing Musa.

"It means: I. Don't. Know."

"Then what about what your dad said? What happened last time when they came?" Riven asked. "You sounded like you knew what he was talking about."

"That," Musa patted Riven's cheek. "was called acting. You should really come back to the modern world instead of living in the olden time. That's so old-fashioned."

"What the hell! I'm not old-fashioned." Riven exclaimed.

"Whoops. Did I say you're old-fashioned? Pardon me, I said your thinking's old-fashioned." Musa smirked and turned towards the TV. "Oh, look. They're rerunning an episode of Pastry Chef."

"You like baking?"

"Sometimes."

"Hey Helia, who the hell's Eric and Jared?" Musa asked as she sat down beside Helia during Art.

She doesn't really like art but students were required to have at least three or more elective classes. Musa had decided on Music, Art and Dance.

"Eric and Jared? They're Aunt Angela and Uncle Alfred's sons. Why?" Helia looked up from his sketch book.

He was sketching a portrait of Flora.

"No reason." Musa shrugged. "Dad brought it up at dinner yesterday. He said Eric and Jared - whoever they are - are coming for their Autumn Holidays. Apparently, Aunt Angela and Uncle Alfred will be going to Germany for their anniversary."

"Yeah, I heard from my mum." Helia said. "Eric's Braid Foot and Jared's Cutie Pie."

"How did I come up with these kind of names?" Musa stretched, leaned back in her chair and asked no one in particular.

"Because you're stupid enough to be in my seat."

Musa looked up at the girl who had spoken. She had lavender hair and light green eyes and was holding onto a two strapped pink-purple schoolbag. She was wearing a light green dress, gold bracelets and had her hair in a loose ponytail held together by indigo flowers hair tie. She was wearing white socks with teal pumps.

"And what's wrong with that?" Musa retorted. "I really don't want to go over with you what I had gone over with Veronica. That girl's a bitch."

"Musa, stop. This is Krystal. Krystal, this is Musa." Helia covered Musa's mouth and introduced them.

Musa struggled out of Helia's grip but he kept his hands on her mouth. She licked it and Helia immediately took away his hands.

"Ew, Musa! Can you be any grosser?" Helia frowned.

"What? Serves you right for covering my mouth." Musa smirked. "That should teach you a lesson. Or do you want be to force you into wearing dresses again?"

"You never give up, do you?" Helia sighed.

"Nope, never. You should know that by now. Shouldn't you?"

"Yeah, I should."

Krystal cleared her throat, which caused Musa and Helia to look at her. She had her arms crossed and was glaring down at Musa.

"What?" Musa asked wearily.

"How do you two know each other?" she narrowed her eyes accusingly at Musa and Helia.

"What do you mean? We're cousins."

"Oh." Krystal breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Helia. "For a moment there, I thought you were cheating on Flora."

"I wouldn't do such a thing to my precious Flower." Helia gasped dramatically.

Krystal smiled then and went to sit at the empty seat behind them.

"Wait, what? You're not one of the girls that have a crush on Skirt Boy?" Musa turned in her seat and looked at Krystal in disbelief.

"Sorry, who?"

"Helia."

"Oh. We're just childhood best friends. And I already have a boyfriend." Krystal explained.

"Even though she already had a boyfriend, she had somehow appointed herself as the protector of 'Flora and Helia's relationship." Helia muttered softly but loud enough for Musa and Krystal to hear.

Krystal pushed his head playfully and explained, "That's because he and Flora are the cutest couple in the school. I can't let them break up. They're meant to be together."

"What if we broke up? Then what?" Helia thought aloud.

"You two can't do that!" Krystal reached forward, grabbed hold of his shoulders and shook Helia. "Don't even think about dumping Flora. She's perfect for you and does not deserved to be dumped."

"I totally agree with you, Krystal." Musa nodded and turned to Helia. "If you dump Fauna, I'll let you suffer for eternity."

"Who's Fauna?" Krystal wondered out loud.

"Hey, hey! I was just saying. Besides, I have no plans of breaking up with Flora. She's the treasurer of my heart and my own Beauty." Helia said.

"That's a relief." Krystal sat back in her seat and pretended to wipe a bead of sweat off her forehead. "Whoo!"

Musa eyed her and said, "Aren't you being a tad bit dramatic?"

"No!" Krystal gasped. "I'm perfectly normal."

"Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to enjoy teasing you." Musa laughed just as the bell rang and the teacher walked in.