A/N: Sorry for the late update, I got caught up in watching RPM one of my favourite Power Rangers series. *guilty!* Haha, my boyfriend and I have that in common!
Adelina Le Morte March: Thanks for the tips. Oh and I totally agree with you, Sarrum and Freya would be too disgusting so I changed it. Hopefully, this one will make more sense... [Insert anime sweatdrop]
IMPORTANT NOTICE. THERE'S A POLL ON MY PROFILE ABOUT WHICH STORY I SHOULD CONTINUE AFTER I'VE FINISHED DINO THUNDER: A NEW BEGINNING. IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE THIS, VOTE. BEARING IN MIND, I WILL FINISH ALL OF MY IN PROGRESS STORIES EVENTUALLY BUT THE POLL WILL HELP ME PRIORITISE.
Morgana had to admit to herself that she was mildly horrified when Merlin didn't immediately ask her to be his girlfriend. She understood that he was sad but she thought he already had enough time to get over it.
It didn't seem fair that he was still moping around 'like a girl' as Arthur had put it, but Nimueh had moved on; she had sex with Alvarr every night at either her house or his. Her ditsy mother went along with it as if it was normal.
"Do you guys need anything?" she'd blatantly ask upon walking in on the young lustful couple in Nimueh's bedroom. "Some snacks? A condom?" They'd just ignore her. "Let me know. Oh, God love you!" And then she'd just walk out.
However, overall, the plan was going pretty well. Merlin had dumped Nimueh, and she was unknowingly eating 5000 calories a day. The trio decided it was time to turn their attention to the army of skanks.
Everyone was in class when the Spring Fling organiser broadcasted herself onto smartboards in each year 11 class.
"And finally, the nominees for Spring Fling Queen are as follows: Nimueh Isle." Obviously, Nimueh started twirling her hair and smiled as everyone clapped for her. Morgana almost burst out laughing at the next one.
"Sophia Tír-Mòr." Sophia thought she had been nominated for real and nearly had a heart attack. Nimueh's face twisted in confusion.
"Elena Gawant."
She was even more taken back now. "What is happening to the world?" Trickler chuckled as Elena's looked around in disbelief and proceeded to punch him.
"And the final nominee..."
"I couldn't help myself. It was so easy!" Trickler explained. Morgana smiled at her friends.
"... is Morgana Pendragon." Loads of people clapped whilst Morgana turned to Trickler.
"Trickler, you put me in there too? That's not part of the plan!" she hissed.
"I didn't put you in there," he replied, still laughing.
"You mean I'm really nominated?" Morgana asked, more to herself than her friends, who exchanged looks and started mocking her.
In January, Nimueh had put a Spring Fling dress on hold at an expensive store which specialised in prom and dance dresses. But being Plastic, she needed the others' advice before she could actually buy it.
"Can someone zip me up?" she asked, struggling to do so herself.
"It won't close!" Morgause exclaimed, trying her best.
"It's a 5!" Nimueh snapped.
"OK, it must be marked wrong!" Sophia concluded, running up to check the label.
"Morgana, all I've been eating are these Kälteen bars. They suck," Nimueh complained.
"No, no, this is just how they work," Morgana attempted to say calmly. "This is all your water weight. First you bloat, and then you drop 10 pounds like that!" Nimueh looked doubtful, scaring Morgana a bit. "Well, the Kälteen bars have burned up all your carbs and now your body's just running on water. But once the water's gone, then you'll be all muscle. It explains it all on the label."
"You know Swedish?" Nimueh asked.
"Yeah, everyone in Cornwall can read Swedish," Morgana lied, thankful that the shop assistant was Asian.
"Ma'am, do you have this in the next size up?" Morgause requested.
"Sorry. We only carry sizes 1, 3 and 5. You could try next door," the woman suggested, before walking off. Nimueh gasped as that was the shop for overweight people. Elena crossed 'hot body' off the list.
It was the end of Morgana's additional maths class when she tried to tap Merlin's shoulder but failed.
"Morgana!" Ms Tregor called, before Morgana could follow Merlin out of class. "I need your parents to sign this so they know that you're failing." She handed the teenager a test paper which was marked with a D.
"Failing?" Morgana asked, sighing.
"You know what's weird about your quizzes, Morgana, is that all the work is right and just the answers are wrong," Ms Tregor stated.
"Really?" Morgana questioned, feigning nonchalance.
"Really," her teacher agreed. "Morgana, I know that having a boyfriend may seem like the most important thing in the world right now, but you don't have to dumb yourself down to get guys to like you." Morgana inwardly scoffed, thinking how Ms Tregor would know.
"I know, 'How would I know', right?" the older woman asked, as if she read Morgana's mind. And then started the story and lecture. "I'm divorced. I'm broke from getting divorced. The only guy that ever calls my house is Randy from the bank." She took a biscuit and bit into it.
"And you know why?" she continued. "Because I'm a pusher. I push people. I pushed my husband into law school. That was a bust. I pushed myself into working three jobs. And now I'm gonna push you because I know you're smarter than this." Ms Tregor actually pointed at her pupil to emphasise her point.
"Thanks, Ms. Tregor. And if there's anything I can do for extra credit, please let me know," Morgana said sweetly.
"Oh, I will," was the teachers reply.
Later that day, the Plastics met up at their hangout: Nimueh's house.
"I hate her! I mean, she's totally failing me on purpose because I didn't join those stupid Mathletes!" Morgana ranted as Morgause and Sophia listened intently. Nimueh was just lifting weights whilst lying down on her bed. "She was so queer. She was like, "I'm a pusher, Morgana. I'm a pusher."
Nimueh laughed, eating a biscuit. Like that was going to help her lose weight. "What does that even mean?" she asked.
"Like a drug pusher?" Sophia inquired, perched on the edge of the bed facing Morgana.
"Probably. She said she works three jobs!" Morgana exclaimed. You know, I bet she sells drugs on the side to pay for her pathetic divorce."
"You let it out, honey," Sophia said, getting the burn book and holding it out to Morgana. "Put it in the book." Morgana hesitated a bit before taking it and sitting besides the bed between her sister and friend. Morgause looked at her warningly, from her seat on the floor. Her sister ignored her.
Morgana thought she was only acting like a bitch but what she didn't know was that she had actually become one.
"Hey, I called you last night," Elena started but Morgana was busy putting her make up on. "How come you didn't call me back?"
"Oh, I got busy. Sorry," she chirped.
"So you need a ride to my art show this weekend?" the blonde asked.
"No. I have to go somewhere with my mum and uncle. I'm so sorry," Morgana apologised genuinely, sighing.
"Well, you wanna watch a movie tonight?" Trickler tried.
"Can't. I'm doing major Plastic sabotage tonight!" Morgana replied, fluffing her hair up.
"But we don't have anything planned for tonight," Elena stated matter-of-factly, exchanging looks with Trickler.
"Oh, I planned this one on my own," Morgana said, finally putting her mirror and make up away and getting her handbag ready. "Love you. Bye!" She blew kisses to them and ran out right on the bell.
"Sophia thinks you're mad at her because she's running for Spring Fling Queen," Morgana told Nimueh over the phone.
"Oh, my God, I'm not mad at her," Nimueh began, eating a doughnut. She seemed as if she was pregnant at this stage! "I'm worried about her. I think somebody nominated her as a joke or something. And when nobody votes for her, she's gonna have a total meltdown. And who's gonna have to take care of her? Me." Unbeknownst to the brunette, Sophia was listening from the other line, courtesy of Morgana.
"So you don't think anyone will vote for her?" Morgana questioned casually as Nimueh watched her sister Lamia act like the whores on TV.
"Morgana, she's not pretty," she answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, even though Sophia was really pretty. "I mean, that sounds bad but whatever. The Spring Fling Queen is always pretty. And the crazy thing is that it should be Morgause but people forget about her because she's such a slut." Morgana almost swore at Nimueh for talking about her sister like that, but stopped herself. "Anyway, I gotta go. I'm going to bed."
"Well, she's not mad at you," Morgana told Sophia as she fell back onto her bed.
"Hold on," Sophia said timidly.
"Are you OK?" the black haired beauty asked, genuinely concerned about her friend.
"Hello?" Morgause greeted, picking the phone up after she stopped checking her butt out in the mirror.
"If someone said something bad about you, you'd want me to tell you, right?" Sophia questioned bluntly.
"No," Morgause replied truthfully, not really caring what anyone thought of her anymore after her chat with her ever wise, caring sister.
"What if it was someone you thought was your friend?" Sophia elaborated.
"What are you...?" Morgause started but cut herself off because Nimueh rang her. "Hold on. Other line."
"I'm not taking this anymore," Sophia told Vivienne's other daughter.
"Good for you, Soph," Morgana merely egged her on.
"Hello?" Morgause answered.
"Let's go out," Nimueh offered, like Sophia, not bothering to say hi.
"OK. Hold on. I'm on the other line with Sophia," Morgause stated.
"Don't invite Sophia!" Nimueh demanded firmly. "She's driving me nuts."
"Hold on," Morgause said.
"OK, hurry up," Nimueh ordered.
"It's Nimueh," Morgause told Sophia. "She wants to hang out with me tonight, but she told me not to tell you." Morgana rolled her eyes at Morgause's dumb act.
"Do not hang out with her," Sophia urged.
"Why?" Morgause asked.
"You don't want me to tell you," Sophia said.
"You can tell me. Hold on," Morgause chimed. "Oh, my God, she's so annoying!"
"Who is?" Sophia inquired confused. The only blonde Plastic froze.
"Who's this?" she asked.
"Sophia."
"Right. Hold on," Morgause repeated, making sure she switched to Nimueh's line. "Oh, my God, she's so annoying."
"I know. Just get rid of her," Nimueh hastily commanded, with her mouth full. Morgause went on the other line.
"OK. What is it?" she questioned.
"Nimueh says everyone hates you because you're such a slut," Sophia babbled.
"She said that?" Morgause asked worriedly, not for popularity anymore but for her own dignity and reputation.
"You didn't hear it from me," Sophia chanted.
"Little harsh, Soph," Morgana commented, speaking for the first time again after minutes of listening to the unfolding drama.
"Whatever. She has a right to know," Sophia replied curtly. Both she and Morgana hung up.
"I can't go out, I'm sick," Morgause lied to Nimueh.
"Boo. You whore," the brunette exclaimed, hanging up. Morgause's mouth fell wide open.
"Nimueh, we have to talk to you," Sophia said as she and Morgause arrived at the lunch table with their food.
"Is butter a carb?" Nimueh asked Morgana, ignoring Sophia.
"Yes," Morgana replied.
"Nimueh, you're wearing sweatpants. It's Monday," Sophia observed, across from Morgana, who was sipping her drink casually.
"So?" Nimueh asked dryly.
"So that's against the rules and you can't sit with us," Morgause explained, sitting opposite the Queen Bee herself.
"Whatever," Nimueh scoffed. "Those rules aren't real!"
"They were real that day I wore a vest!" Morgause retaliated.
"Because that vest was disgusting," Nimueh said.
"You can't sit with us!" Sophia screeched desperately. Morgana quirked an eyebrow at her and Nimueh looked outraged.
"These sweatpants are all that fits me right now," Nimueh stated, hoping they would understand and let her off. Seeing that Morgana didn't stand up for her, she got up.
"Fine. You can walk home, bitches," she deadpanned, earning gasps from both girls. Blinded by anger she ran straight into an overweight girl.
"Watch where you're going, fat-ass!" the girl shrieked and everyone laughed. Nimueh's jaw dropped open and she glanced at her butt before scurrying off.
A/N: This one was a bit short but I'm still in wedding mode from last week! Twas my cousin's wedding and I was a bridesmaid :)