Hey guys…long time AGAIN! I really shouldn't do that, but there ya go. Lol! Thanks for the 5+ reviews! Right, now I made a little mistake in last chappie and I noticed thanks to a couple people (NaijaStrawberrie and MagCat) but this chapter I shall resolve it and make it look purposeful! Ooh, I'm a genius! (Just to rectify: Lorna is the half-sister, and therefore Betsy is the half-cousin :D ) Oh, and the title is a play on words – this chappie WILL have blood, but only a tiny bit and its about relationships…I thought it would be cool!
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"…" Speech
'…' Thoughts
(…) Extra information
Songs are in bold
Emphasised words are in italic
If this – is put after words it means an interruption
Chapter 4VvV Blood Relation VvV
Monday, School, Five minutes till Homeroom"How's Ken?"
"Shut up."
"Seen him yet?"
"I said shut up luv!"
"No, you just said shut up. So…gonna take it you haven't seen him?" Watching confusedly as Betsy walked off with an exasperated noise, Lorna just shrugged, "was it something I said?"
Once again in confusion, Lorna turned to the sound of laughter and her eyes locked onto a pair rimmed with bright red, which sparkled viciously. "Who would notice when you spend half the time talking to yourself?" Several girls with similarly rimmed eyes joined in the laughter as they strutted past; they must have been junior year, but they were like miniature versions of the Barbie dolls Lorna had met on Saturday. The one who had spoken had perfectly clear and smooth chocolate brown skin…just like the substance itself and her eyes sparkled and seemed to flow like melted dark chocolate. She was unsurprisingly smirking and looking Lorna up and down as she purposefully strode past…in the direction of the motorbikes and fast cars. The Prep's local hangout before Homeroom Lorna found out as she turned to face them.
And walking past them, having parked his car in the only space available was… "Piotr," Lorna whispered the word as she stared at the giant, watching him moving so gracefully for such a big guy through the preps who crowded out of the way. The glances the Geek received seemed to bounce off of him and Piotr didn't even notice…he was waving straight at her! Lorna felt the heat rising up in her cheeks and she shyly lifted a hand in response, but in a second something had raced past her and Kitty had found herself in Piotr's arms.
Balling her hand into a fist Lorna brought it down so fast that she managed to hit herself in the side but this was ignored and the girl just stomped off as her cousin had done momentarily before. "That cow!" Her hair had flopped down in her face due to her again, but Lorna simply styled it back up with a swift move of her hand, only to encounter a comment from the girl who she had previously seen.
"Oh look; here's Sonic the hedgehog again."
Turning to face the girl, Lorna recognised her as the one who had made the previous comment and then recognised the other girls who had walked with her, but the more interesting people were the others that the girls were hanging around with. They happened to be the girls from Lorna's year: the Barbie dolls. "Nice one Amara." Another girl was recognised…the one who was called 'Crystal,' and – especially for her fellow Goths – Lorna sent her a scowl, which caused the Barbie to rethink her words.
But when another girl; one in 'Amara's' year, spoke up Lorna turned to her curiously, with slight fascination, "actually it would be Manic cuz he has green hair like her."
Disgustedly, Amara turned to her as well; "you actually watch it Jubilee!"
"No!"
"Oh my god! She watches Sonic the Hedgehog! Ugh, she must have been hanging around with that Rahne girl; the one with the werewolf eyebrows."
"She got them plucked!" Trying desperately to defend her friend, Jubilee looked to the girls next to her for help but received nothing…apart from a few other comments.
"You get that close to her!"
"They'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Eww! They got that hairy?"
Now this girl was definitely not part of the clan, because as soon as the comments were made she ran off in a torrent of tears, ignoring as her make up smudged. And Amara only looked after her 'friend' Jubilee in self-pity, "why am I stuck with her?"
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Outside a group of Senior HomeroomsComfortingly, Tabby stroked someone's back as they cried piteously into her shoulder, whilst the other Goths looked on. Joining them, Lorna nudged John who looked hopeful at the contact – she still hadn't spoken to him very much. But his face fell as she nodded to Betsy who turned as her own shoulder was prodded by John but she looked straight at Lorna: she was completely used to the one being asked everything mainly because of Lorna's shy nature. "What's up?"
"Dunno. Luv over there," Betsy nodded to the poor girl, "just came crying and said she needed Tabby; I think Rogue must of known her or summit cuz she was really nice and all."
But as Lorna looked back she recognised the straightened hair and the perfected manicure of the nails that gripped Tabby's shoulder, "but she's a prep." This was stated a bit too loudly and Tabby pulled away from her, wiping Jubilee's tears.
Tabby shook her head as she stared at Jubes sympathetically, "attempted Prep: her friends all changed so she's trying to fit in. But failing at it."
"I can't help it, they just won't listen; and I can't leave Rahne cuz she would be all alone…it's not her fault that her hair grows real fast, it's just Rahne! But the werewolf comments are just so harsh."
"If she crahs (cries) one mohr tahme ah'm out of here!" Rogue was no longer so sympathetic and nice to the girl, and even gave her a piece of her own mind. "For gawd's sake how dumb d'ya have ta be; the solution is simply Jubes: just fohrget Amara Aquilla, she's not worth it."
Tabby scowled at Rogue, "Shut it Rogue. And stop going on at her, just because you lost Lexa to that lot doesn't mean that Jubes has to lose Amara too: if you lost something it doesn't mean everyone has to lose it too."
That hit a spot and Rogue's mouth fell open, "she did not just say that!" Gazing wide-eyed at Tabby she shook her head and turned stunned to Wanda, "she didn't!" With that she went into her homeroom, storming off just like Lorna and Betsy had both done previously.
A bell sounded through the corridors and people began jostling roughly so the Goths all took that as a sign to go in; not having moved due to their momentary shock at the small yet major argument, "go on Jubes, we'll sort this out later."
"Thanks Tabby," the young girl smiled with a sniff and hitched her bag further onto her shoulder. She was pretty; that was for sure, but she didn't have that certain 'je ne sais quoi' that was often seen in the Preps (the tart factor, lol!). But as Lorna watched the girl with a frown, something else caught her eye…or someone, and as that someone said goodbye to their girlfriend and began to head her way, Lorna smiled.
"Hi Piotr!" She laughed as Piotr looked around for her and noticed the Goth's hair.
"Ah! It be you, hello," he nodded his head politely and Lorna nodded hers, "you have homeroom here?"
"Yeh, you?"
"No. Mine be next room."
Lorna's face fell and she looked at the door he was gesturing to before her face lit up again, "wait no! I think that one is mine!" She examined her timetable and then turned to her companion, "it is!"
"Ah good, there be space me; you sit zere?"
"Space next to you?"
Laughing, Piotr nodded, "ja, ja; zat be vat I meant. You sit there?"
"Sure!" 'How could I not!'
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Next Door"Hey Betsy; sit there. There, in front of meh." Rogue smirked to the purple haired girl as she sat where instructed and turned to face her adopted-half-cousin.
"Why would I want to sit here?"
"It's in front of meh."
Smirking, Betsy made a noise in agreement, "exactly luv."
"So, you're the adopted-half-sisters right?" David smiled as the girls turned to him curiously, noticing that he was sat next to Betsy by the window.
"No."
"But…"
"Ah said no. She's mah 'adopted-half-cousin,'" Rogue's impression of David – although it made Betsy laugh – was rude enough to catch Tabby's attention as she shoved herself in the seat by the window behind the imitated guy, next to Rogue.
"Shut up Rogue. Don't be so bloody harsh."
An immature 'ooh' met this and Rogue smirked, "make me bitch."
"Just shut the hell up. He got one thing wrong ok, everyone does, including you surprisingly."
"What would you know: you don't even know what really happened with Lexa."
"I think I do actually, your not Wanda's only friend," and with that both girls turned their backs to each other as Tabby smiled at David and Rogue scowled towards the front. She ignored Betsy as the confused Goth waved a fingerless-gloved hand infront of her face, wiggling the bare fingers as she was continually annoyed.
"What happened with Lexa, luv?"
"Shut the fuck up and face the front."
Unsurprisingly she did as she was told.
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Next Door"So…" Lorna looked around from her place beside Piotr and was surprised with the luck of it: not only was she sat right by the window – Piotr giving up his place at her sweet requests – but John and Wanda were sat opposite them. Noticing that her fellow Goths were busy in conversation, Lorna took the opportunity to ask of a certain girl who came to mind, "how's Kitty?" She asked nonchalantly.
"Ja, she be good."
She just scowled at his reply and thought of something else to say instead, "good…good. Anyway, how come you sit by those two?" Discreetly she nodded to Wanda and John but Piotr didn't notice and she tried again, this time pointing towards the two chatting.
"Oh! Ja, John und me; ve be ok friends, so he asks me 'sit here?' So I say 'ja,' und I sit here."
"Cool, but…" Lorna's smile faltered momentarily as she looked around, "well if you don't mind me asking…how come no one sits by you?"
Piotr sighed and gestured to himself, almost self-piteously, "scared of me, ja?"
"Aw!" the sudden outburst caught John and Wanda's attention, but Lorna ignored the fact – excepting the blush creeping up her cheeks – and got back at their stares with a snide comment before turning back to Piotr. "Don't let me interrupt your lovely chat," and with that said she continued her chat to Piotr, carrying on with her outburst. "But how could anyone be afraid of you? You're such a sweetheart, and I know that although I've only known you for at least a day."
"Ja, I know. Boot I be big, und people not like it, you see?"
Piotr sighed again and turned to face the front of the class with this said; he didn't mean to be rude, Lorna could tell, but with the manner in which he did it, she couldn't help but feel that she had hit a rather sore spot with the big guy. Only problem was. How could she show him just how much she liked it?
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Corridor, End of Homeroom"Well that was fun."
"Yup! It was!"
"My homeroom sucks."
"Mine rocks; it was so-"
Interrupting the girl's sentence with a cruel, sarcastic laugh, a boy's voice spoke up behind the two girls and both Betsy and Lorna turned around to face the guy, one of them smirking in triumph and the other scowling in disgust. "It would suck; look who's in it."
Smiling foully at Warren, Betsy turned away and began to walk off but not without saying something back: this girl could never let anything lye. "Yeh. You are."
"And how do you know? Betsy." The contemptuous way in which Warren said her name, made the girl in question scowl.
But still Betsy turned at Warren's obvious surprise and smirked; "because there was an empty seat and some girls were asking where you were…and I overheard them before you get any ideas. Warren." Pulling a face, which Betsy ignored, Warren watched as the Goth looked around with a frown, noticing something.
"Just like you are going to ask where your cousin has gone?" Proudly, the blonde boy smirked and then gestured to the other end of the hall, pointing out the green haired girl who was being accompanied by a red head. "Lorna is being accompanied to her next class by Jean, who is also in her class. And, I know you are cousins because the principal asked both Jean and I to accompany you to your next lesson and she stated that particular fact. Before you get any ideas." Betsy frowned and then laughed inwardly; Lorna didn't seem happy about the arrangement due to her grumpily folded arms and Warren noticed this too. "She looks ecstatic about the arrangement."
He was good at finding the small things in life, which surprised Betsy somewhat. Judging by his jock attitude she would have thought he was just one of those guys who didn't notice anything but themselves and the girls clinging to their arms. But Warren was certainly different. Something that Betsy didn't like to think about; it gave a good feel to him…and in the girl's opinion, this wasn't good.
"Why's Jean accompanying her?"
Ignoring the imitation, Warren shook his head in disbelief at Betsy with a 'better-than-thou' snarl, speaking to Betsy as if that was the most ridiculous comment he had heard in his life, "because she can't find her class otherwise and they're in the same one." If he was a girl he would have certainly added a 'duh' to the end, and Betsy didn't like this attitude problem and stopped walking, having first noticed that she had been unintentionally following Warren, due to the fact he had been walking away as they had been talking. She hated the fact that this guy could automatically make her follow after him, and the Elizabeth side to Betsy found that her pride wouldn't let it stand.
"Whatever."
He raised an eyebrow in Betsy's direction, when, looking back, Warren discovered her refusal to carry on and with a sigh he noted the disappearing crowds of people that had filled the hall. "Come on we'll be late if you carry on this way."
"I'm not taking another step until you tell me where we're going."
"To PE you fool," now Betsy did not like to be called a fool by anyone, let alone a blonde (A/N. and I resent that, judging by my hair colour.)
"I do not have PE next!" Unfolding her timetable, Betsy scanned it, "I have…" 'oh crap.' The thought reverberated around her mind and she found herself whispering it out loud.
"You have?"
His expression was smug and knowing. But all Betsy did was to, privately, take back her previous comment on his lack of intelligence due to his – rather fetching (she hated to admit) – looks (A/N. That's me sorted :D). "You know what I have."
With these words she simply walked off past Warren, tilting her head slightly to look back at him as if commanding the boy to follow on, and so he did – with hesitation, although his smug expression still held. Very much like Betsy, Warren did not like to be led anywhere by anyone.
Behind the door to the Girl's ToiletsOpening the door a slight bit, Wanda peeked out and looked around, sighing in relief at the clearance of people from the hallway. Shoving the door open, she let out a big sigh for not particular reason and then reached back, commandingly dragging John out from behind her by his collar. "All clear Johnny boy."
"You could have said before you dragged me out!"
She ignored his resentment and began to walk on. "Get over it."
"Make me, Sheila."
Twirling to face him with a snarl adorning her face let John know she wasn't happy about that comment. "Don't call me that John."
"Make me, Sheila."
He had to contain his pain at the fingernails pinned into his hand as Wanda began to drag him away from the toilets, and before long John was walking beside her, making pace as they both headed directly for a pair of doors. A pair of doors that would lead to freedom…a pair of doors that would lead to fun…a pair of doors that…were being blocked by a certain person in particular.
A certain person who caused John to let out the squeal he had been holding back as she walked out from a room she had obviously been waiting behind. The both of them just turned around and began to walk towards their next class hurriedly, trying to avoid confrontation but were stopped in their tracks as the woman spoke up. "And where do we think we are going?"
"Mother" it was one of the few times Wanda actually called her step-mum that, and it never worked; it only excentuated her obvious guilt. "What a pleasant surprise!"
"I take a couple of days off to get the house perfect for our guests and not only do you muck it up straight away, but when I return to my job you are immediately in trouble."
Looking to her friend for support, Wanda realised she was on her own – due to John's obvious fear of the woman they were up against – and tried the other route. Excuses. "We were just going to catch a breath of fresh air and then hurry along to our next lesson. We'd get there on time."
"Like you always do?" The two winced at the obvious sarcasm. "And besides, the doors are open, why go outside for fresh air when it's being blown in?" She was failing miserably, and Raven's final comment just added insult to injury, "and isn't your next lesson PE anyway?"
Wanda scowled inwardly and tried to smile to the woman before her, but failed. She wasn't giving up yet thought. Attempt 1: pleasurable politeness, attempt 2: excuses, attempt 3: begging. "Oh but mum, I hate PE! It's so shi…uh cra…uh," Wanda searched for the right word to use and failed. "I hate it! And besides I forgot my kit!" Wanda smiled in triumph but then her expression fell as Raven produced a bag from behind her back.
"What? You mean this?" the older woman was sneaky and Wanda hated that but couldn't help admiring it. "And as for you John," the boy noticeably flinched as he was turned to – John knew Raven had a slight problem with him and his…closeness with Wanda, and the boy never even looked at the Goth's father. "Your home sent you this."
John couldn't help but scowl at the way the Vice-Principal said the word 'home' and ignored Wanda as the Goth sent him a curious look: he never talked about where he lived. Not even to her. And John knew that Wanda was deeply curious about it. Without a word, the fiery boy took the bag offered and, with Wanda in tow, they headed towards the PE side of the school, both simultaneously groaning as they were shouted after.
"My office, end of school! You will both be getting letters home!"
"But-"
"But nothing. Your father will be getting a letter about this Wanda."
The girl scowled furiously and the boy sighed. So much for skipping the tortures of the infamous PE teacher: Mr Howlett. Or as the pupils of Bayville high knew him: Wolverine.
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Lorna's PE Class"Basketball?"
"Basketball."
"Basketball!"
"Yes, Lorna. Basketball."
"BASKET-"
Hank McCoy frowned and interrupted the girl, "we have established the game is basketball."
"But-"
"Basketball."
"I-"
"Basketball."
And with that single word, a ball was shoved into Lorna's chest and with a single hand, her new teacher – Mr McCoy – had shoved the young girl into the middle of the court. "I hate…netball…" her voice substantially quietened as every girl on the court stared at the Goth, some were smiling encouragingly, others were frowning. Lorna Dane tucked a strand of her bangs behind an ear and sighed: it would take an age after the lesson was over to get her usual spiral in tact. Normally PE was something to avoid and Lorna had managed it easily in her old school, but this teacher was different – in a way Mr McCoy was cool, but the disadvantage was that he knew how a student's mind worked. Lorna hadn't got away with any excuses.
And so, with much opposing, the Goth was forced to comb her hair down and it was now tied up into a very short ponytail, seeming as her hair only reached to her chin normally. The other problem with this was the fact that some bits were shorter than the rest of Lorna's hair and so her bangs managed to escape the confines of the ponytail, and occasionally fell into her eyes.
"You gonna play or what? Sonic. Or what was that name that loser said," a familiar girl eyed Lorna up and down and moved towards her, "you'd probably know all about it…and probably know her – she's friends with your little loser gang."
"That's enough Crystal," thoroughly embarrassed, Crystal turned to her teacher and muttered an apology – having forgotten he was present – but turned back to Lorna with a scowl. "One more word from you and you get sent off."
A laugh was heard nearby, but it was sneakily hidden by a cough although everyone caught it – apart from Mr McCoy, who, it seemed, was used to this. Looking around, Lorna took in one of the 'preps' and, like most of the girls around her, she frowned, but for a different reason. Lexa Howlett smirked innocently in her mysterious manner, and Lorna couldn't help but get the feel that she had just been stuck up for by one of the types of girls she despised the most.
"Why don't you take five to control your…coughing fit Lexa?"
"No, no Mr McCoy!" Lexa smiled innocently and did a light, obviously fake cough; "it's all gone now, sir." Somebody obviously loved basketball and Lorna sighed – if that was her she wouldn't have taken five…or even ten. Most likely sat off for the whole game instead.
"Good, good. Ready girls?"
'No,' she felt like saying out loud. She wanted to say it out loud. But her pride wouldn't permit Lorna to say it out loud.
"Step up," Lexa and Crystal stepped either side of the coach as he held the ball high and in seconds the ball was flipped in the air as Mr McCoy shouted out, "GAME!"
Loud and clear, the whistle rang out and the ball was thrown, up into the air, flipping over and over rhythmically. Lexa could see Crystal would get the ball anyway – the blonde was at least two inches taller – so she waited for it to come down…only for it to be slammed down by Crystal's fist…right into Lexa's face.
The smack resounded throughout the whole gym and everyone just stood there in partial shock. Apparently – Lorna could tell – no one had ever had the guts to do something like that to Lexa Howlett, and she soon found out why. With more of a growling cry, Lexa lunged at her attacker and pinned her to the ground. Thud after hollow thud resounded in the air and it took all Mr McCoy's force to pull Lexa off of her victim, her fists still flailing – repetitive punch after punch – even when she had been pulled away.
"MY FACE!" Screaming desperately, Crystal clutched her face but was over-exaggerating, everyone could see that the teacher had seen the attack coming and Mr McCoy had intervened after only two or three punches. They were pretty good hits. Not the usual bitch-slap either, proper, forceful punches that were already making bruises.
"YOUR FACE? WTF! LOOK AT MY FACE YOU FUC-"
With a hand clamped over Lexa's mouth, the teacher began to drag his pupil away, and seemed to be quite used to this. Although Lorna didn't think he appreciated the blood trickling onto his clean gym floor from the blood gushing down from Lexa's nose. "That's quite enough of that, thank you Lexa. Lorna," the girl in question looked up from the blood and stared wide-eyed. "Come with me please."
End of ChapterHmmm…not so much of an interesting chapter I know, but this chapter just wanted to portray a few relationships – whether love, friendship or hate – and I think its cool. I hope you do to. More next chappie on Lexa's little accident, and what the hell does Hank want with Lorna? I wonder! No I don't lol! And I hope you like the Bayville pupils' nickname for Logan, lol! Remember – five reviews and I update next chappie. .x.Thrills.x.