4 weeks have passes since Alice came to LICHS and so far so good there hasn't been any incident with monsters (If you count Clowtopia) She was getting a tad bit worried maybe because they weren't usually this lucky. It was almost as if she was waiting for a monster, anything really: Empousa, Cyclops, heck she'd even take on a hellhound, those were always the easy ones. But it was…peaceful. It made her ADHD go worse than it already was. And then there was that teacher, Richard Brook. She still was getting goosebumps whenever she was around him. Malcolm seemed to admire him though. Richard Brook is the smartest Math teacher he's ever come across of who could actually correct Malcolm and not the other way around. She didn't like him because he always seemed to call her to answer questions on the board. Math wasn't really a problem for her. She admit that she was good at it, but she was more suited for math that was actually to useful to her, like knowing the trajectory of a speeding bullet, or what angle to aim. Not freaking Imaginary numbers!

Mr. Brook always seemed to embarrass her in front of everyone. But she was used to it; most of the teachers in her previous schools did the same thing.

Alice was sleeping again at one of her classes—History maybe—she didn't care. Plus Malcolm wasn't there to wake her up. She was having one of those normal dreams where she was bathing in a chocolate fountain filled with strawberrys, Hypnos must be taking pity on her.

"Miss House." A female voice called. She groaned. "Miss House!" the voice cried. She blinked rapidly as she shot up and came to face to face with Ms. White, their History teacher. Her face was red with anger. It was the 3rd time Alice has slept in class.

"Detention." She simply said and handed her a slip. The class was giving her silent snickers but all she did was ignore it. The bell rang and the class scrambled outside. Alice yawned and walked towards her locker to get some books and take the strawberry smoothie which she actually made herself because Katie didn't make any today. There she was approached by Clowtopia. "Hey, loser!" She heard Vivienne's shrilly voice as she strutted down the hallways. Her face was embedded with more make-up than the first day of school. Alice didn't even look. The Holmes girl only groaned. Vivienne wasn't with her goons this time so it made her look even less of a slut without her friends to compare her with. "The 80's called, they want their outfit back." She taunted.

Alice rolled her eyes. The insult was lame but perhaps she could cut her some slack because it was a lazy day today. She didn't want to be wasting precious saliva built for tasting her lunch later. "Not now, Vivienne. I'm busy. I'll ignore you tomorrow." Alice said in monotone. She slammed her locker and gave Vivienne her fakest smile yet. "Official insulting hours are from 7 to 10 pm every Tuesday." She said.

"Ha-ha..You think you are so funny, don't you. I don't even know why a hottie such as Malcolm even hangs out with you." Vivienne said venomously as she gave her a once over.

"It's Thursday, Vivienne. Thursday. Come back to mock me next week."

"Look unicorn face," Vivienne spat, "Just because you're my future boyfriend's best friend doesn't mean I'm going to be nice to you. I'm going to be the first girl to date the youngest football captain ever in the history of LICHS. And I won't let you get in my way." Apparently, Malcolm did become captain. The coach was so amazed by his tactics, strength and the guy was smaller than the whole team but he could run fast and was good at tackling the other players. Malcolm was a natural leader. Of course the current captain got angry and tried to beat him to a pulp at school parking lot but Malcolm fought back and defeated them.

Alice didn't listen. She was too preoccupied on how Vivienne even got those fake lashes on her lashes and that she smelled like pot from hugging her addicted brother. "This is how it's going to go. There would be a game tomorrow. My friends and I would be making the best posters and support banners, cheering our hearts off. And after Malcolm wins, I'm going to ask him out and he is going to say yes and we would be living happily ever after. And you are going to stay out my way. In fact, don't even come to the game." Vivenne ranted

"Wasn't planning to." Alice said. Her rant was too long and the only thing she got was the 'no going to the game tomorrow.'

"Good." Vivienne flashed her fake smile.

"Whatever." Alice rolled her eyes and went to her next class.

Her 5th period class was P.E. They were doing the rope climbing exercises which Raven found so boring. Meanwhile, everyone was crowding over Malcolm for being the best climber in class. The majority of the girls in her class swooned she however thought that he was getting sloppy. I mean a 5 meter rope in a minute? She could do it in less than 20 seconds. "Malcolm, you are so good at this. Could you teach me?" She heard Vivienne asked him I her annoying shrilly voice.

Malcolm grimaced a smile, "Sorry, maybe another time." He declined politely which embarrassed Vivienne completely to everyone who was a hearing distance. Then other girls began asking him. He only declined. "House." the coach yelled. "Youre up." She trudged towards an unused rope, ignoring the snickers of the class and the taunts of Vivienne that she was so going to fall which she really wasn't. Alice took a deep breath and climbed the rope finishing just behind Malcolm's time. She could do better but she got lazy and climbing this mortal exercise could not even be compared by the challenge of the lava climbing wall they had at camp. So it was easy for her.

"Good House. You were the fastest among the girls." Said Coach Moran, a big, muscular man standing about 6ft. He had a round handsome face, blue eyes and blonde messy hair. He droned his words and acted bored all the time clearly not wanting to deal with such unfit children. "Climb down now, House." Alice wanted to jump, tuck her head on her knees, spinning like one of those gymnast as they land on the ground but that would arouse suspicion and she wasn't a show off with mortals. Alice was about to slowly climb down when she heard a loud ripping noise. It was the rope. Somebody rigged it for her. Everyone watched. The coach was yelling for her to jump so that he could catch her. But Alice only stared at the rope and how it was so close to breaking. Who did it? She thought of the usual suspects. Nobody was that smart. And how could they know that this was the exact rope she was using? No. this wasn't a coincidence. She could feel it. Someone was out to get her.t

RRRRIIPPP. The rope completely breaks. Alice's ADHD kicked in, she tucked her head to her knees, doing a Crash dive somersault. Alice landed on her feet with grace and that could make any ballet dancer jealous. The whole class was silent, bug-eyed by what she did. "Umm…" she had to do something. Aha! Alice stepped forward and purposely tripped making everyone laugh. She quickly got up to her feet beaming right at the coach Moran. The coach had an amazed look on his face, he looked at her like he was asking for an explanation on how she just did a somersault while falling 20 meters down. "That was amazing. Gymnastics?" he guessed. Alice promptly shook her head. "Sort of." She said.

"Well, be careful next time. Perhaps think about a low cab diet from now on." He said and eyed her shiftily, "Class dismissed." The coach yelled. He looked over his shoulder eyeing Alice once more.

"did he just call me fat?!"

Malcolm hurried off to her with a worried expression. He snatched the fallen rope from the ground. Alice could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he stared at the rope with an analytical expression. "Someone did this on purpose," He said.

"that's what I though." She said.

"Got any ideas who it was?"

"Yeah. This wasn't a monsters work I could tell you that." Alice glared at the roped, "Lets hope that I'm wrong of who I think did this."

Malcolm's game turned out great. With his stategy and natural skill, their team won. Alice told herself that she wasn't going to the game but the though of Vivienne getting rejected was just too good to pass. She saw that Clowntopia—and a bunch of other girls—were waving posters and banners and were cheering near the sidelines along with the cheerleaders. Alice brought an alarm clock, a camping bag, a pair of earmuffs and her camera. She hid under the bleachers and set the alarm clock to ring when the game would end and slept through all the noise. When she woke up, she was just in time to see Vivienne making a fool out of herself. She sneaked near them and prepped her camera for her ultimate blackmail. Vivienne was dressed in a skimpy outfit; a red camisole under her varsity jacket and a super short skirt paired with high heeled boots. She tried to look cute in front of Malcolm but it only made her look like a prostitute. "Hey, Malcolm." She greeted.

"Vivienne…Hi," Malcolm said, trying not to sound disgusted. "You said that you wanted to see me."

"You were awesome today." Vivienne remarked.

"Thanks. So I actually have something to do and…."

"I just want to tell you that, I will be honored to be your girlfriend." Vivienne said quickly. Malcolm wanted to throw up.

"Are you okay? You look a little green." She said, "Did I scare you, silly,"

"Sorry, Vivienne. But I'm not interested." Malcolm swallowed his baby barf.

Vivienne blinked rapidly. She place one hand on her waist and shifted her weight on her left leg. "Excuse Me? Are you rejecting me?!"

Malcolm grimaced, "yeah I kind of am."

"But…But.." she stuttered, "I'm the prettiest girl in school. You can't reject me. I mean a girl like me and a guy like you should be together. It's only right." She ranted.

"Listen," Malcolm pinched the bridged of his nose, "I'm flattered and all but I'm just not into girls who don't possess a brain for themselves and I'm afraid that if I 'date' you. My I.Q. will drop."

"But-"

"Bye." Malcolm then hurried off to Alice who was bursting with laughter leaving Vivienne in a stuttering mess. "You were enjoying that, were you?" He said to her.

"Maybe." Alice replied casting him a playful smirk.

"Malcolm, time for the after party!" one of his teammates yelled at him. He looked at Alice as if he was asking for permission or just asking. "Do you want to—"

She shook her head, "No." Alice deadpanned, "I hate mortal parties."

"Besides, we can't miss capture the flag." He said.

And they Mist traveled back to camp.