Rosë watched from her seat next to Celia because she was the only one with an empty seat by her. It had taken a minute to convince the Eco she wasn't going to poke at her the entire class, but she had done it.
Rose sat down in the only empty seat in the classroom, which happened to be next to Celia. "Are you going to make fun of me for what I tried to do with the money?" she muttered.
"No," she replied confused at the thought. "I wish I had something to believe in half as passionately as you and your friends, to be honest." The dreadlock haired girl looked up from what she was doodling and smiled at Rosë.
Rosë had a feeling that would start an odd sort of friendship. Moments later, Rosë's thoughts were cut off by Chelsea being let out of her contraption, and her hair was in a flawlessly styled up do, "Excellent work girls," the Physics teacher told the threesome, "A very, apposite example of one of the many uses of electricity in the modern world."
Rosë turned to eye the hairdo from the back as Chelsea walked past them, and noticed Bianca watching closely. As the dark skinned girl turned back around to face the front she met Rosë's gaze. Rosë raised an eyebrow at her, and got a "what are you gawking at" glare in return. Rosë just lowered her brow and turned back around.
X
What are you gawking at? Bianca thought as Rosë raised an eyebrow at her. The Posh Totty just lowered her brow and turned back to face the front. "Who's next?" the teacher asked them.
The teacher's face soon went pale, "Zoë." She called.
The emo proceeded to wheel her project to the front of the class. Once it was centered she pulled the tarp that covered it off. Bianca shook her head at the emos insanity. "Rosë," The emo grinned, "Care to help me out."
Bianca looked over at the Posh Totty in alarm to find that she only looked exasperated. "Fine," She placed both hands on the table in front of her and stood. "But if I die I'm coming back to haunt you." Zoë rolled her eyes as the light brunette sat down in the electric chair. "I'm not kidding either Zoë," she continued and Bianca couldn't help but think this is the most she's heard the girl say at one time since the library with the ring. "I'm going to come, and continuously steal the Rude Girls' stuff."
"Why aw we gehttin' dragged in tew dis?" Bianca exclaimed. She was ignored as Rosë continued to speak as she was blind folded and had a helmet strapped to her head.
"Then, I'm going to hide it with your stuff, and laugh my ghostly ass of as they beat the shit out of you." Bianca couldn't help but laugh at that, and she laughed harder when Zoë sneered and cranked up the chair's power. She heard Celia laughing to and raised an eyebrow in thought, when did those two become chummy?
Just as Zoë cranked the lever for the chair, though, the power went out. She tried it a few more times and slammed a button down hard in anger that it wasn't working. "You can get up," Zoë told her cousin irritably. "The power's out."
"I would," Rosë remarked just as irritated as her cousin, "But I'm strapped down at the moment." Zoë grimaced angrily before unstrapping her cousin.
X
After the power went out, the group of tribe leaders (which, in the Posh Totties' case meant Chelsea along with Saffy, Bella, and apparently her) were called down to the Headmistress' office. Once they were there, they were asked, "Would someone care to tell me what's going on?" as Ms. Fritton struck up her lighter to light her cigarette. Rosë scrunched up her nose at that.
"So, basically, like, this guy, he offered me twenty-thousand pounds for a ring from the Fritton archives. So I–" Celia was cut off by Roxy,
"So we figured, if he's willing to pay twenty, he would–"
"Pay fifty," Ms. Fritton finished for Rosë knowingly.
"But Annabelle," Zoë spoke, "Went and asked for a hundred." Everyone looked over at Annabelle.
"Idiot," Chelsea snapped. Rosë "accidently" stepped on her toe.
"Ow!" Chelsea hissed as Lucy told Annabelle to give the ring to her aunt.
"What?" Rosë asked airily.
"You stepped on my foot," She hissed quietly.
"Oops," Rosë replied innocently.
Ms. Fritton took the ring from Annabelle and examined it. "I meahn, wha' we dohn' geh Miss, yeah," Bianca spoke, "Ihs why someone would shehll out big Benjies for some buhdgeht bleeng."
Ms. Fritton pulled her cigarette form her lips and took off her glasses. "Anyone wouldn't Bianca," she replied as she stood and walked over to another side of the room. The girl raised an eyebrow in confusion, as everyone turned to face the headmistress, "Unless, of course, the legend were true."
"What legend?" Annabelle asked.
"The legend of the Fritton gold," Ms. Fritton answered with a grin.