None of them had first period together- luckily, though, their classrooms were all in the same hallway. Sam had science, Caitlin had accelerated math, and Alice had fashion and design. Still, though, they wanted class together and were bored till the end.
"Caitlin!" Sam yelled obnoxiously, coming out of class.
Caitlin yelled right back. "Sam!" After greeting each other, they waited for Alice to come out of her class and yell for them, but instead she turned and quietly walked down the hallway.
Sam and Cait exchanged glances. Alice was usually the loudest of the three, hence the name Red Bull Fairy. They followed her down the hallway and grabbed her, dragging her into the next empty classroom.
She yelped and tried to kick them in terror, but when she saw them she was relieved. "Guys, we're going to be late for French!" she exclaimed. She tried to dash out of the room, but Sam and Cait grabbed her arms. They didn't let go when she squirmed, and weren't planning to till she spilled the beans.
Sam shook her shoulders gently. "Alice, cut the crap. What's wrong with you? You're not being the Red Bull Alice we all love- you didn't even flirt with the guys in first period! You're just not you. I'm pretty sure this has to do with Rosalie, and besides, we just want to help- right, Cait?" Cait nodded and exclaimed, "Alice, we're worried! The last time you acted like this, you were really sick. Come on, just let us help." When she was silent, they huffed in annoyance.
"Umm… guys, come on, this isn't the time nor place," she murmured, "please just let it go?" She walked out of the classroom, leaving a stunned Caitlin and Sam in her wake.
After a moment of silence, Sam practically screamed, "Ugh! She is completely pissing me the hell off! I am so not talking to her; at least till she stops being a bitch." Caitlin sighed. She knew that Sam was angry, but also worried, about Alice- and when Sam got mad, she often blew her top.
She bit her lip. "Uhh… Sam, come on, we're like fifteen minutes late already. We'd better go."
Sam shook her head angerly, but stalked out of the classroom. Over her shoulder, she growled, "Whatever, fine, let's go. You're telling her why we were late." Cait sighed and followed suit down the hall to room 3232- French. That was one class they all had together.
Sam and Cait walked in together, sitting as far away from Alice as possible and trying to be inconspicuous. Of course, though, they weren't.
"Caitlin, Sam, où étaient vous?" Madame Jameson asked.
"Désolé enseignez, j'est tombé. Sam aidait juste, je vers le haut," Caitlin, always the best at French, explained. Sam snorted mentally. Madame knew full well that Caitlin was lying, so gave her another chance to explain herself.
"Caitlin, celui est votre raison d'être tardif?" she asked.
Caitlin- naturally a smartass- answered with a smirk, "Je ai juste dit que, non?"
Sam snorted, not mentally now. The rest of the class was clueless, of course- they weren't as good at French as the trio. But one of the trio didn't think it was so funny.
Rubbing her temples and actually looking small, Alice snapped, "Cessez d'être un âne futé, Caitlin, et laissez-le aller." Sam's jaw dropped- Alice was feisty but not unkind. She was usually backing Cait up in her smartass antics.
She jumped and got in Alice's face. "Alice, what the hell is your deal?!" she exclaimed.
Madame had none of that. "Les trois de vous, détention- maintenant!" she said, writing passes.
Stalking past her, Sam snatched up the pass. Cait and Alice walked out together, not speaking or looking each other's way.
Out in the hallway, San spun around and rudely said, "Good going, Alice. Maybe if you had spilled earlier, we wouldn't be in this fucking mess." Turning to Cait, she said, "I'm not going to detention. You know what, go if you want, just tell her I didn't feel good or something. I don't care." She turned and walked out of the school, probably on her way home.
Alice looked at Caitlin, pleading with her eyes. "Are you going to stay, Cait?" Cait rolled her eyes. "No, I gotta make sure Sam doesn't kill anyone." She walked out the door, but stopped at the frame. "Oh, and Alice, don't forget- we have plans after school, your house. Be there."
Alice watched her leave, and crumpled her face into her hands. What the hell am I going to tell them?!
In the middle of her self reflection, Alice felt a hand on her shoulder. "Alice," a girl's voice said.
Glancing at the perfectly manicured nails, Alice gulped. So Rosalie had found her.