Chapter 2
Darci stared straight ahead at Mrs. Robideaux.
Yet again she'd taken the seat closest to Tiffani. If all went according to plan, she'd be able to fiend off any chaos caused by Leila. Which considering how quiet their other classes had been, should be sometime about now. Tiffani seemed more energetic in this class. Perhaps the coffee and Mrs. Roubideaux's no nonsense were having a positive effect on her. That and this was the last class before lunch. No Leila for a while. The bell rang, and as the class filed out (not without saying something rude or mean to Tiffani), a blonde boy approached Tiffani. The smile she'd been wearing five minutes ago was instantly replaced by a scowl. Darci stayed back, pretending to be editing her notes. She turned her microphone on record and quietly listened to the conversation out side the door.
Adain: Tiffani, please I know you just lost your best friend but, don't call out Leila. We don't want her to get Papillionized again. You know how much damage she caused the last time. She watched as Tiffani balled her fist, and then slowly uncurled it. Tiffani: ''Adain, hon, feel free to live in the gilded cage Leila has so graciously provided for you. However, I will always roam free, think free, and speak freely, even if it means risking that walking fire hazard a Papillionization''. With that said, she flipped her hair and walked off, leaving behind a very worried, very angry blonde.
Leila was conflicted. She was currently sitting in a bathroom stall, weighing her options. The new girl, Darci? She was a tough case. She hadn't said anything in any of the arguments between her, Ahmal, and Tiffani. But she purposefully sat next to said girl in every class. She wasn't picking sides, and without knowing which side she truly sided with, she would run the risk of either showing her true colors around a mindless follower, or letting in a non-believer. Either one would be detrimental to her carefully spun web of lies. She was sure she could easily influence Miss Moulin, Mrs. Lavigne or, worst case Mr. Camelot.
But Darci, she was to new and unpredictable. However, she also seemed meek, and most likely simple, so if she could just spend some time with the mousy girl, slowly easing the net over her, it soon would not matter whether or not she believed her. But first she'd have to wrench her away from Tiffani.
Meanwhile Elloise sat in Poetry, questioning her life choices and praying this would end soon. She stared off into space, stealing glances at her classmates every now and then. Her eyes landed on a handsome blonde in the corner. She scowled in distaste when she recognized him.
Adain Monet was deeply troubled. He had tried to talk to her again today, telling her to wait a little longer, but she completely blew him off. Tiffani was becoming more and more difficult as the days went by. And he had a feeling it had to do with that Darci …