"Woah, this place is, like, ginormous. How are we supposed to find a tiny little ring in such a big space?" She heard Celia.

"Come on, ehny bright ideas?" Bianca asked.

"I was thinking," Chelsea thought out loud, "Where are all the fit boys?" The other girls groaned, Rosë giggled. "You promised us hunky men, and these guys…they're just a bunch of pansies."

"Apart from that one, look at him, he's gorge." Saffy spoke.

"Saffy," Chelsea told the girl, "That's Bella."

"Oh," the girl mumbled.

"I got his number," Bella squealed a few moments later.

"What do you boys think you're doing here?" Rosë heard a boy snap. It wasn't one of the girls, but from the far away sound it had, it was somebody talking to them. "Who are you?"

"I'm–" Chelsea cleared her throat, and then spoke in a much deeper voice, "I'm Chauncey, Chauncey Barber. This is, uh, Bufties Rolls Royce and Sebastian DeBilliard."

"We're friends of Wilson Harry, you know Wilson Harry. Top lad,"

"Yeah, top top." Chelsea chimed in after Bella. There was a paused and then,

"I ski," from Saffy in a deep voice.

"Saved by the bell," Bella cheered quietly a few moments later.

"Saved by the bell!" Celia exclaimed moments later in realization.

"This ring will fit no finger, but works upon the ear. The ring of the bell. Genius!" Lucy cheered quietly. There was a pause of silence, but then there was a loud ding from a bell and Celia began to speak,

"Your final search from ear to ear, an old head lies between. Stride southwest from there to here. You'll take your first sixteen." It was followed by the girls counting to sixteen, and then Celia read again,

"Now southeast in unbroken line, count one-hundred twice and thirty-nine?" Zoë made a sound of distaste for the lack of rhyme in the last sentence.

"South…east!"

"Ah, brilliant!" Chelsea exclaimed.

"How're we supposed to get past them?" Zoë spoke for the first time in the whole time they'd been there.

"Ah, chill out Bride of Chucky, yeah? They're a choi-ah of boi's. Leave dis one, ta me." Biance then proceeded to call out loudly to get the choir's attention. "I'm not bein funny, yeah? Are you lot serious? You lot sound like a bunch 'a little girlies." Pause, "Right, what you need is a remix, yeah? So, uh…come closer, come closer." Rosë then heard Bianca start trying to get the choir to remix itself. She couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

She also heard the rest of the girls start counting to two-hundred-thirty-nine, "…235…236…237…238…239. Bother." Lucy muttered.

"What is it?" Rosë asked slightly worried.

"Go on!" Someone urged Lucy.

"Ok guys, be quick. His break starts any minute." Lucy told the group.

"Are you in somebody's office?" Rosë squeaked out in worry.

"The headmaster's," Zoë told her. Rosë bit into her knuckle as not to gasp.

"Look what he's wearing," Lucy exclaimed.

"Ah, now you're the style queen, are you?" Chelsea asked with attitude.

"Yeah, we're looking for a ring, not fashion tips." Bella added.

"He's wearing a ring, well, an earring anyway." Lucy replied.

"Yeah, in a painting." Chelsea and Co. chimed in unison.

After a few minutes Rosë heard someone speak again, "Uh, guys," It was Celia. "The headmaster is, like, kind of coming this way."

"Forget it," Rosë hissed at them through the ear piece, "You've got to go! Use the window!"

"Girls!" Lucy exclaimed, "Your final search from ear to ear."

"An old headmaster lies between…It is the earring." Zoë spoke.

"Ha!" Lucy exclaimed, "In your face. In your face. Body of a supermodel; brain of a super noodle."

"Lucy!" Chelsea snapped, "Do you really think I look like a supermodel?"

"Ohmygod," Rosë muttered.

"You a'ight out there?" Bianca asked her quietly.

"Yeah," Rosë told her, comforted by the fact someone chose to check up on her. "There just a little…"

"Blonde?" Bianca offered.

Rosë sighed, not liking to use someone's hair color against them, but in this situation that's all she could really think of to describe her new friend's daftness. "Pretty much," the light brunette girl replied.

Hearing the sound of wind rushing, Rosë assumed the group was now running. When she was able to see them running through the courtyard, she started the van, and heard them cheering wildly.

As soon as Bianca was pulled into the Eco's van, Rosë stepped on the gas and drove off. Lucy leaned forward and held up a piece of thin canvas, "Got it," the Geek grinned. The girls cheered happily.

X

"Fifty one," Chelsea read off.

"Degrees," Lucy spoke.

"Thirty," Bella read off.

"Minutes,"

"Twenty-four," Rosë read from over her friends' shoulders.

"Seconds." Lucy finished. "It's latitude." She told them. "Which means the treasure has to be, here," Lucy used a pointer to point at a random spot on the latitude line. "Or here," she pointed to another random spot. "or here, or anywhere along this line, actually. We need the longitude."

"We need the other ring," a first year simplified.

"Wihcked, leht's break in ta AD1 and swihpe iht bahck, yeah?" Bianca asked loudly as she walked in, her hair freshly died orange and the color standing out against the black jacket she wore.

"How, exactly, do you expect us to do that?" Rosë asked irritably.

"Yeah," Zoë added in agreement, "Who's going to get us in, you and your chavony?" Here we go again… Rosë thought. The Posh Totty was not int a good mood. She hadn't gotten much sleep in the past few days, her head was throbbing, and to top it off, she was cramping something fierce.

"We're Rude Gawls," Bianca snapped. "Rude Gawls, Rude Gawls, Rude Gawls, say it with me: Rude," pause, "Gawls."

"Chav, Chav, Chav, Chav, Chav, Chav, Chav, Chav," Zoë continued to hiss.

"Would both of you shut up!" Rosë snapped.

"Wha's yewr prahblehm?" Bianca asked.

"Don't bring her into this," Chelsea snapped.

"She brohugh 'erself inta it," Bianca snapped. "So wha's got yewr knickas in a twist, yeah?" Bianca asked. "Yeah? Yeah? Yeah?" Bianca continued to do this whilst poking Rosë in the shoulder until the Posh Totty brought her hand back and slapped the Rude Girl across the face.

There was a pause and everyone in the room stared on in silence. "Oh, now yaa've done it." Bianca sneered angrily tackling the 5'8" girl to the floor, the pair landing on the wood floor with a resounding thud that could be heard by the students on the floor below them.

The group stared on in shock as the two scratched and clawed at one another. Rosë throws Bianca off her with a knee to the Rude Girl's stomach and begins to stand. Bianca, not finished with the girl, brought her leg around and knocked Rosë's knees out, sending her crumpling to the ground onto her bum. Bianca's back on the girl in seconds, and the fight continued.

They kick, claw, punch, elbow, knee, and at one point Bianca even bites Rosë's arm. In return to the bite, Rosë brought the toe of her high heeled foot up and into Bianca's chin.

By the time The Ecos have walked into the room curious to what the thud was, Rosë is having a brief moment of dominance in the fight and has Bianca by her hair, her bum planted firmly on the small of the Rude Girl's back. One of her legs was stretched out with her dainty foot in front of Bianca's face, and her other was bent, shin to the ground. "Say it!" She exclaimed.

"Nehvuh!" Bianca spits on Rosë's barefoot. Rosë sneers angrily, let's go of Bianca's hair going to reach for the Rude Girl's hoops for a second time. Before Rosë can get a grip on them though, Bianca brings her elbow back into Rosë's stomach sending the girl onto her back, her head bashing into the wood floor with a thump.

"Both of you," Celia snaps, "Stop it!" Bianca doesn't listen though, and goes for Rosë's face with the high heel her opponent had lost. Jessica has to physically pull Bianca off the Posh Totty who was obviously suffering something fierce from hitting her head on the floor.

The two girl's looked a sight: Bianca's form fitting skirt had ridden up to her mid-thigh, and her jacket was missing, and she could've sworn there was a bit of blood dried to the lobes of her ears from the time where Rosë was successful in yanking at her hoops. Rosë's sock bun had gone lopsided, her lipstick was smudged up her cupid's bow and on Bianca's elbow, one of her high heels was missing (it being held onto by Bianca), and a bruise was already forming on her cheek. The Posh Totty's face was positively green, and her eyes were clenched shut in pain.

"Rosë, can you hear me?" Celia asks softly.

"Yeah," the light brunette girl groans, flinching at the sound of her own voice.

"Can you sit up?" Celia asks. Rosë nods slighty, and goes to push herself up into a sitting position. She struggles a bit, and Celia has to help her. She hung her head, placing her palm to her forehead.

"Was it necessary to elbow me that hard?" She snapped.

"Me?" Bianca exclaimed, "Yaaw da one dat started it!"

"None of this would've happened if you hadn't been bothering her about her mood!" Chelsea exclaimed in her friend's defense.

"Was I suhppohsed ta just let 'er sit dere pissed fa no reason!" Bianca snapped. Chelsea was about to retort when Rosë cut her off from her seat still on the floor,

"She bit me." She was looking at her forearm where teeth marks were beginning to bruise.

"It's like she gave you a hickey," Saffy voiced airily. There was a pregnant pause, and then the whole dorm burst out laughing. Rosë and Bianca tried to hide their blushes. Even though it was a weird place to give someone a hickey, it was still an embarrassing, indirect insinuation.

"Whateva'," Bianca snapped irritably.

"Let's get you to the infirmary," Celia tells Rosë. "Just to make sure your head's alright." Rosë nodded, but stopped halfway through, her body swaying unsteadily.