Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea." The School Master grimaced, rubbing his temples. I rolled my eyes, tugging him closer. "You're opinion doesn't matter to me, though."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Seems like Sophie's grown a pair of balls." He joked, trying to pull up my dress. I smacked his hand, blushing wildly. "I didn't grow a pair, I was born with it."

He chuckled, kissing my forehead. "Well, alright." My smile faded as I remembered what we were discussing about. "Right, I already gave her the spare room on the left." I closed my eyes, shielding myself from seeing how he would react.

The School Master stopped, clearing his throat. He loosened his grip on my waist. "What-what did you say?" I sighed, my eyes opening. "I gave her the spare room."

"Why-what? Why would you do that? No, no. Tell her to pack her bags and get out." I sighed, smiling at him. "Darling, she doesn't have any bags. She didn't even bring any bags when you kidnapped us."

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "Fine, but don't be surprised if I try to kill her." I sighed, shaking my head in disapproval. "Honey, but this is the only way..."

The only way for what? Staying alive, that's what.

You see, there is always a princess who in this case is Agatha and unfortunately, I am the witch. We all know how the fairy tale ends. The prince gallops away on a white horse with his princess on his back.

In all fairy tales, there is always some type of drama or dilemma and for some reason Evil always loses. In my case, I'll die. But no, I won't let that happen. So in order for me to stay alive and live my happily ever after, I have to prevent Agatha's from coming true.

"I understand." He said, stroking the back of my head. I sighed, grinning ear to ear. I broke apart from him, walking out of the room.

I unlocked he door, closing it behind me and paced down the stairs. It wasn't a long walk down to Agatha's room but it seemed like forever to me.

I doubt she feels the same after everything that has happened, but every time I'm with her she sparks something inside of me. It could be any type of emotion really. Hatred, sympathy, sometimes even love.

It only lasts for a few moments, but that feeling brings back a few memories and it makes me forget ever going to the School for Good and Evil.

I placed my cold hands on the golden knob, twisting it. I swung the door open, revealing myself to her. I looked at her, curled into a ball as she gazed outside the window, sitting on her bed.

"Good morning, sunshine." I smirked, climbing onto the bed. I sat next to her, waiting for a reply but I received none. "I said 'Good morning...'" I gritted through my teeth. forcing a smile.

It would be natural for me to break out of my shell and unleash the real witch inside me in these types of situations, but I stayed put. Like I said, it only took the slightest things to trigger the beast dwelling.

"Good morning." She blurted, still not looking at me in the face. I smirked, looking around. "How do you like the room?"

I always had my way and what I wanted was for Agatha to feel intimidated. So what I did was: I decorated this room to fit an evil doer. Now apparently, that's not in Agatha's nature, so it might just unleash unpleasant feelings.

She looked around, her eyes falling on the bulls head that was attatched to the wall. "Not quite my style, but I'll get used to it." She forced a smile, still not bothering to look at me.

I rolled my eyes, not bothered anymore. Agatha was smart, hard to crack. "Well, we're having breakfast in about an hour... We'd love you to join us."

Agatha mumbled something underneath her breath, her face plain. I cocked an eyebrow, moving in. "What? What did you say?" I pestered, clasping her hand which was resting on the bed.

"Oh, nothing important." She whispered. I squeazed her hand, clearing my throat. "Dont lie to me, Aggie. Now tell me what you said!" I rasped, thoughts racing through my brain.

"But, Sophie-" She winced as I pushed her hand back the other way. "Why won't you tell me what you said?" I asked, my eyes flickering once again.

I could feel it, a sudden heat in my eyes disappearing then reappearing. "S-ssss-" Agatha shivered in fear, staring into my eyes.

She released her hand from my grip, her hands gripping onto the windowsill. I grimiced, placing my hands on hers, my fingernails digging into her skin as they grew longer and longer by the second.

"Tell me..." I tormented, tearing her away from the windowsill. I pushed her off the bed, pinning her to the ground. Agatha stammered, trying to loosen herself from my grip.

"What is it Agatha?" I questioned. "What can it possibly be?!" I shook my head, trying to get her to listen. "Is it me? Is it the School Master? Tell me?"

Agatha rolled out of my grip, dusting her dress. "Can you please stop." She pleaded, her face red. I rolled my eyes. "I won't stop until you-"

Agatha groaned, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. "I miss him! Okay?! Is that enough for you?!" She kicked the cupboard, curling into a ball at the side of the wall.

I stopped, looking at her painfully. My frown turned into a smirk. Pushing myself up from the position we were once in. I walked up to her, sinking to her level.

I pushed her head up, revealing her wet face. It was stained with tears and her nose was red. "Oh, Aggie..." I sighed. "I don't give a damn."

She trembled, looking away from me. "Who is he anyway? I told you what to do and you obey by those rules or he suffers the consequences."

I bit my lip, feeling no sympathy at all. "You had that chance to live out your life wuthhim, Aggie...but you chose me."

She sighed, pity burning her skin. "And now you've got me. Maybe as a nemesis, maybe as your prince." She caught her breath, shaking her head.

"I chose you." She whispered, face filled with regret. I smirked. "Sophie, this isn't fair..." I rolled my eyes. "For you or me? Only one of us can get their way, Aggie and we both know who that person is."

I grabbed her by the arm, clamming the door shut behind us.

We met the School Master down in the kitchen. Agatha was standing behind me, scared to even say a word.

He scanned her as I orders her to take a seat. She sat opposite me, feeling the unsafe atmosphere surrounding the air. I smirked, chuckling at the misfortunate event that was going on.

Agatha caught his eye, Immediately looking back at her plate with fear. He sighed heavily. "Pleasure to see you again, isn't it? Agatha."

She only nodded, still not staring at him. How awkward can this get? "It's odd seeing you here..." I darted my eyes towards him, grimacing.

"The walls are quite thin." Agatha finally blurted out, rubbing her eyes. "So you easdropped on us?"

"If you want to call it that." She finally stared at him, catching his eye. He looked at her and it seemed as of her was trying to figure something out.

"What did you here?" I asked. She rubbed away at the scars I had left on her hands. "Just about how I should pack my bags and how I actually don't have any."

She circulated her hand, sensing the awkward tension. She sighed, shaking her head. "I could also here the shouting coming from the spare room." The School Master breathed.

Agatha cut we contact worth me, but I kept staring. I saw him looking at the tiny marks she now had at the top of her hand. He grabbed her hand, staring at the marks closer.

He then looked up. staring at me with a smug grin on his face. Agatha pulled away, uncertain of what just happened. "Oh, Agatha. You're allowed to stay as long as you want."