“Is it too much to ask for some hot purebloods? Seriously.” Ronnie pushed past two students who she instantly recognised at half-bloods that she had punished for loitering a few hours ago. “I am a Titan, and I will not refrain from abusing my power. Scram.” The students scoffed and walked away, whispering about how Ronnie was a pig. With a laugh, she carried on walking.

Ronnie was wearing high heels, so every step she took made a loud noise, and she was wearing a dress that hardly covered her butt. Of course, this turned the heads of a lot of guys, and caused girls to make disgusted faces, but Ronnie didn’t acknowledge any of them. Over half of the student body was made of dirty blood. She thought it was disgusting; she’d have to have a word with the Headmistress.

Standing by a window, Ronnie looked outside into the so called beautiful surroundings. It didn’t make her feel any better, in fact she felt a little sick. This school was pretty, sure, but why did it have to so sickeningly old. If Ronnie had her way, the whole castle would be modernised and coloured in red and black. Yes, good colours.

She took out her pocket mirror and started fixing her make-up for the seventh time in ten minutes.

Devyn had her guitar strapped around her shoulder. It was a classical guitar which produced her preferred sound. She strummed it as she tuned it with what looked like a cigarette hanging from her lips. Once she was satisfied with her the tuning of her guitar, Devyn placed her "cig" at headstock between the strings and begin to play.

"I snagged myself, on your barbed defenses. And my chain-mail unraveled, as if woven from wool..." Her voice wasn't great. But that wasn't the important part. It was the way she played. It was the only time Devyn opened herself. Even it was just a smidgen, it was more than most people saw usually. "And so to lead by example, I had to get out before I was trampled. So heed my warning, and steer well clear!"

The song was dark, melodic. There were undertones of the Blues in the chord progression with an Eastern European influence. "Beware! Please beware... If you’re gonna get involved with her, then tread with care. ‘Cause that girl is trouble... oo-oh... take it from me...."

Devyn stopped playing the moment a scent crossed her path. She made a face. Great... As if her day were not complete. "Ronnie, don't you have an elsewhere to be?"

Disturbed by the awful sound of someone singing, Ronnie turned around and crossed her arms, but in a way that didn’t cover the badge on her chest with a large blue T on it. Her annoyance only grew when she saw that it was Devyn Martell whom Ronnie had knocked heads with the first day they’d met. With a groan, Ronnie rolled her eyes and mocked covering her ears as Devyn approached.

“Like where? Sitting with nasty little half-breeds? Pass.” Ronnie looked Devyn up and down and smirked. “Or scum like you, now that’s just sickly.” Flicking her hair over her shoulder, Ronnie glared at Devyn and pulled out a little pad of writing paper and a pen. She scribbled something down, ripped a page off and passed it to Devyn.

“Detention, five o’clock. Don’t even think of not turning up, because I’ll go straight to your Head of House.” With a huge grin, Ronnie wondered how on Earth Lillith had even thought of allowing Ronnie to become a Titan. I mean Ronnie wasn’t complaining, but she abused the power like no one else did. On Devyn’s detention slip was written ‘NOISE POLLUTION’ underlined multiple times.

Noise Pollution? Was this b!tch serious? Well, it was Ronnie. And besides, being one of the sluttiest people she had ever met, Ron-Bon was also one of the craziest. Like, super crazy. But then again that’s what happened when you allowed cousin to intermarry for thousands of years.

“Detention? Should I just call ahead and tell them to reserve my usual table… or to the Inferno tonight… God, decisions, decisions.” Devyn said with a smile as she grabbed her “cigarette” and adjusted the guitar so it was now strapped her back. She reached into pocket, pulling out a lighter. Devyn took the detention slip in her hands and lit it on fire, using the flames to light her hand-rolled “cigarette.” Once she took a hit it was obvious from the pungent aroma that it wasn’t tobacco she was smoking.

“Don’t forget to put this in the detention slip too, Ron-Bon. But I gotta date with my girl, so you’d understand why I’ll have to take a rain-check on the whole detention thing.”

Grinding her teeth, Ronnie sniffed the air and rolled her eyes. “Marijuana kills brain cells… You should really stop smoking that shit; you’re gonna wanna keep as many of the few brain cells you have left.” Waving her hand in the air to get the smoke out of her face, she pocketed the notepad and paper before she looked around and stared into Devyn’s eyes. Ronnie’s own flashed a darker purple.

“You don’t want me as an enemy, Martell. This place might have just opened, but I can still get you expelled. Try not to piss me off as much as you do by breathing, because I will hurt you. Or your scummy little hoe.” Ronnie hadn’t even met Devyn’s girlfriend, but what did that matter? The girl had to have little taste to be dating Devyn, Ronnie thought.

Leaning backwards, Ronnie’s eyes lightened and she smiled, “Maybe I’ll let you off, just this once, because I’ll be screwing your girl someday very soon.” With a wink, Ronnie telekinetically broke Devyn’s joint in half. “Don’t smoke illegal substances in my hallway.”

“I’m a Regen, you silly twit. I’ll just make new ones.” When Ronnie’s eyes darkened, the hairs on Devyn’s arms stood up. She could feel Ronnie’s power burn along her skin. And this is why mentalists put off Devyn. It was all a chess game to them. There’d had been a time in Devyn’s young life where disputes were settled less… cunning wiles.

Snikt… Devyn’s claws bared themselves. One of the quickest ways to get on her bad side was to threaten her people. “You don’t want me as an enemy either. But it’d be in your best interests to keep me as a student. That way you know where I sleep. You wouldn’t want me as a free agent… Now telling what I might do.”

“I leave you along for five minutes and you’re already making friends…” Charlie’s voice herald her arrive, but Devyn had caught her scent before she felt Charlie undo her guitar scrap, so Chuck could wrap her arms around Devyn. “You miss me?” She whispered in Devyn’s ear, smiling when she felt her girl shiver. “I’ll take that as a yes… So who’s your friend?”

Ronnie’s breath caught in her throat when she heard the bone claws unsheathe. With a shiver, Ronnie looked down to them warily before taking a deep breath, exhaling, and looking back to Devon with a small smile. If those claws so much as came close to her, Ronnie would start bending them backwards telekinetically. Sure, it might not have worked, but thinking that she was the more powerful of the two made Ronnie feel a little bit safer.

“You have-” Ronnie was just about to go into her I’m-a-pureblood-don’t-mess-with-me rant when she heard a voice. Not just any voice, but a voice that mystified and annoyed her at the same time. It annoyed her because of the amount of affection it seemed to hold for Devyn and not for Ronnie. Now that was unusual; Ronnie never came second best to anyone.

When she saw the girl’s face behind Devyn’s, Ronnie only grew more annoyed. This girl was hot with a capital ‘H’. Ronnie actually thought she was hotter than herself, and Ronnie loved herself a lot. She watched them together and felt sick to the stomach with anger. “This,” Ronnie croaked, and turned to look at Devyn in a way that wasn’t full of hatred for the first time. Ronnie’s face conveyed total jealousy, “This is your girlfriend?”

And just like that, Ronnie wanted her. Not because she wanted to have sex, not because she was Devyn’s (okay, partly), but because this girl made something click inside of her. Her voice, her eyes, even the way she made Devyn shiver.

Ronnie wanted that.

Devyn smirked when she got a whiff of Ronnie’s fear. It was good the girl had some smarts. Devyn didn’t want to have more blood on her hands… There had been quiet enough of that in the past to fill a lifetime’s worth. Remarkable for only being 21. And people said Devyn would never accomplish anything.

“Jealous?” was Devyn’s reply as she felt Charlie’s hand dance along her bare arm. They had been dating for awhile. Charlie knew how to push all her buttons. And Devyn knew just how Charlie wanted her to react. Normally Devyn wasn’t up for public displays of affection. But it was Ronnie and had pissed her off.

“Don’t think that was jealousy, babe… That was surprise. Don’t be surprised. She’s a hellcat when I get her naked…” Charlie said, grinning at Ronnie. She leaned Devyn’s guitar against the wall, never breaking contact with Devyn, as her free hand inched up her back until she reached the base of Devyn’s neck. Then Charlie took a handful of her hair and pulled until she heard Devyn sigh. “See…”

“Charlie, Veronica Marsh…” Devyn said, her voice a little breathy. Perhaps it had been too long since Chuck and her last saw each other. “Ronnie, this is my girlfriend, Charlie Sullivan.”

Looking down to the ground, Ronnie realised that Devyn was right. Ronnie was very jealous. She didn’t even know Charlie at all, but it wasn’t that she was suddenly in love with the girl, Ronnie just wished she could have that kind of open and sexy relationship with someone. One night stands were fine, but sometimes Ronnie really did wish she had someone she could have a stable relationship with. But that might never be possible for Ronnie; she was a home wrecker, not a home maker.

“Wanna keep the PDA down to a minimum, girls?” Ronnie spat, venom dripping from every word as she looked at Devyn, almost as if she was accusing the girl of making Charlie practically give her orgasms. With a small sigh, Ronnie straightened her dress and played obviously with her bra, showing as much cleavage as she could before looking to Charlie.

She held out her hand, “Such a pleasure,” She said, smiling, “You have very… Select choice in women.” She muttered, glancing at Devyn before smiling again.

“I thought we were…” Charlie teased, her left arm finding a home around Devyn’s waist. They had been dating for some years. Charlie knew that Devyn didn’t like to get frisky in public. She had been like that for as long as Chuck had known her. Which is why she had been surprised the first time… they… you know. She had seen another side of Devyn then. Something that apparently only rose to the surface when Devyn was fighting for her life or with alone with Charlie. It was untamed, wild… Charlie half the time didn’t know if Devyn was going to kill her or give her the best damn night of her life.

Devyn felt Charlie’s gaze, sink to meet Ronnie’s cleavage and she almost got mad. But then Devyn remembered one simple fact. Charlie was hers. At least for now. And regardless of how many times she strayed Chuck always came back home. Devyn didn’t think she had anything to worry about when it came to Ronnie and Chuck. “I won’t grope my girlfriend if you don’t desperately serve up your cleavage like it’s two-for-one night at a goddamn buffet.”

Charlie’s left arm tensed around Devyn. She didn’t want to break up a fight between Devyn and whoever this chick was to her. So Chuck would try and keep the peace and went to shake Ronnie’s hand with her right. “Good to meet, ya… And Ronnie, you’re assuming a girl like Devyn is someone you can choose… Naw, she just happened upon you like a hurricane.”

Watching Devyn and Charlie was having someone eat her insides while she was still alive. It made her feel physically hurt, and very lonely. Ronnie mainly messed around with loads of guys or girls to get rid of the loneliness, because it was the best way. Having one night stands made her feel a lot better about herself, but it was doing terribly for her reputation. She’d been at the school, what, a day? Everyone pretty much knew she was the power abusing Titan slut.

Looking Devyn up and down, she smirked. “Jealous because you don’t have my boobs? Don’t worry, I would be too.” She pouted and then looked back to Charlie. She considered withdrawing her hand again; the girl could not be pureblooded if she was dating Martell. But, Ronnie seriously wanted to touch her.

So she did. With a fake smile to Charlie’s joke, if it even was a joke, Ronnie shook her hand and found herself not wanting to let go. She released her, but Ronnie’s hand fell limply to her side. This girl had some serious touching technique. Ronnie pulled her dress back up a little so it was kind of covering her cleavage. “Bra isn’t showing, happy now Devy baby?”

Devyn didn’t like how long Charlie and Ronnie were shaking hands. But Devo wasn’t one for competing for the affections of anyone. If she had to fight to keep you, you could hit the bricks hit now. She wasn’t into competition or sharing. If you loved something and it wanted to go, let it go. If it returns to you it probably has VD. Not that Devyn had to worry about being a regen and all. Still.

“Hun, looks fade… Unless you’re a regen.” Devyn replied rolling her eyes. “I’m thrilled. But are you sure wanna be this close to me Ronnie? I might have a spasm and…” SNIKT… two claws emerged from her hand again. “And no more Ron-Bon.”

“Play nice…” Charlie whispered to Devyn. “So Ronnie, you’re a Titan… I think you might know a friend of ours, Temperance Kadrick. She’s the Head Girl here.”

Roman and some of the other Marauders//former Cirque children, were roaming the halls. Roman had enjoyed watching Ash set fire to one of the flag-like things. Normally, he would have been opposed to it, but…it quelled their boredom. Sides, the groundskeeper was a d-bag. So, Roman didn’t mind too much. The group of boys continued to march till they saw Ronnie, and two other girls. With just a few looks, Roman nodded and Ash set a flame under Ronnie’s feet.

The Cirque or ‘carnys’ as they were known in school, all burst out laughing. Yeah, Ronnie was hot. But she was a b!tch, so none of them felt too bad.

With a smirk to Devyn, Ronnie rolled her eyes. “Put your toys away, cretin.” She spat, before looking back to Charlie. She was grateful that there was at least someone there to keep Devyn flying off the handle. Charlie was too beautiful, and Ronnie figured that the girl could even give Ronnie a run for her money as most attractive in school. Her, or Orla of course. With a small smile, she turned back to Devyn, “My looks may fade, but at least I can say I had them. You’re stuck with your foul face forever.”

Charlie had basically just given Ronnie free time to boast about her Titan status, “Oh, yes, the Head Girl. Sweet girl, shame that I don’t see much of her around the school really.” Ronnie opened her mouth to continue speaking when a fire started on her high heels. She let out a scream and jumped on a ledge. She heard laugher, and her head snapped in the direction of Roman and his cronies.

Ronnie’s eyes flashed a purple so dark that it was almost black.

“Who the fuck did that?” Ronnie kicked her shoes into the fire, before jumping over it, just barely missing it, and striding past Devyn and Charlie. The windows rattled as Ronnie began to get more and more pissed off. “Who. Did. That?!” Students fled the hallways and hid behind pillars, watching from afar.

"Watch who you call cretin, bitch." There was something in Devyn that hated to be looked down upon by purebloods. It went deeper than just her being a half-blood. It was like she was meant to be treated like... royalty was a bad word for it. But yeah, at the very least a well respected general, Devyn should be treated like that.

"Hey, now Ronnie... That's my girl that you're talkin' about. Unless you wanna make more friends, I'd suggest you lay off." Ronnie had crossed a line with Charlie. Until then she just figured that Devyn had been herself and mouthed off or something. Now, Charlie didn't know what to think. In the States the Blood Purity didn't matter on the streets. Pureblood, half-blood, human-born... So long as you were loyal it didn't matter who your parents were.

Devyn smirked, devilishly when someone set fire to Ronnie's feet. "Call it karma, Ronnie. That's what you get for going around like a tyrant. Guess, you finally fucked with one too many people."

“Oooh, we’re shaking now. As for who did it? How should we know, we’re just lowly half bloods and human borns. Can’t tell our up from our down,” Roman replied to Ronnie, not really impressed by her display of power.

He had been in the Cirque for his whole life and could see what higher level telepathy/telekinetics could do. Some window shaking wasn’t really going to impress him or send him for the hills. He stood his ground, and the rest of the carnys with him were prepping for a battle.

“You wanna, go, Marsh?” Roman asked, looking at her and waiting for her response.

Ronnie chose to ignore Devon and stared viciously at Roman. Taking a deep breath, Ronnie closed her eyes and then smiled at him. “You really do have a way with women, Caelia.” She said bitterly, and when she opened her eyes they were back to their normal colour and the windows had stopped rattling. Straightening her dress, she shook herself and looked over at Devyn and Charlie. Then she looked back to Roman and his cronies.

“Get rid of your little followers, then I will ‘go’ with you.” Ronnie looked over at Devyn, “Want to join in? Maybe you and Caelia here can both come and rip my pretty head off.” Ronnie was visibly upset, even on the verge of tears. But she quickly blinked them away and swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

You don’t even know the half of it… That’s what Devyn wanted to say when Ronnie told Roman he had a way with women. But she didn’t. Besides, she had seen Roman with his girlfriend. He was capable of human kindness. Just only to a select few. Neither Devyn, nor Ronnie were a part of that few. However, it was Ronnie in the doghouse and not Devyn, so for once the regen was silent.

Charlie could feel the tension build around her. She didn’t want any part of this fight. In fact, she wanted to get her and Devyn as far away from this brawl as possible. But as soon as Ronnie called Devo out, Chuck knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“Roman doesn’t need my help to kick your ass, Ronnie.” Devyn said, seeing Ronnie almost broken. And since Devyn wasn’t into kicking a person while they were down, if Roman and Ronnie did fight, she’d stay out of it.

“Thanks for noticing,” Roman replied sarcastically to Ronnie when she told him he had a way with women. He didn’t need his friends to wipe the floor with Ronnie. Roman motioned for his friends to back away. His claws came out, and his friends just created a half circle to watch the fight.

“Dev’s right and my friends aren’t gonna participate, princess. You gonna fight me or cry?” Roman asked, Ronnie doubting her teals were real. She was just acting like she was upset so she wouldn’t have to fight him or something.

Just like when Devyn had unsheathed her claws, Ronnie was taken aback. But now she was downright scared of Roman and she’d gotten herself in a hole she couldn’t get herself out of. She looked around at the carnies and then glanced over at Charlie and Devyn. Now she noticed how truly alone she was, and she hated it. She stared into Roman’s eyes and blinked away the tears quickly, not wanting to let him see how petrified she was.

And it wasn’t that Ronnie didn’t want to kick Roman’s ass. No, she wanted to very badly, but the thing was that she had no idea how to. He was a regen, and he had claws. What did Ronnie have? She could make things move around and she could mess with someone’s mind. While, eventually, she could kill someone, Roman would do it a lot faster than she ever could. Acting like she knew what she was doing was a lot easier than applying her powers in battle.

So with the raise of her hand and a large push with her mind, she sent a telekinetic pulse with the force of a truck straight at Roman, and hoped to hell she could last long enough for someone to come and break up the fight. If Roman was in any way affected by this attempt to keep him away from her, she’d pin him against the wall for as long as she could. “Fighting blows.” She muttered under her breath as she sent another wave towards Roman.

Charlie glanced Devyn. Ronnie was going to get her butt handed to her and Devo seemed to care less. And Charlie caught the way that Devyn was trying to not check out Roman. Chuck knew that she shouldn’t be upset. But she was. Between this new Devyn and this Ronnie-thing, Charlie was more than upset; she was getting pissed. “Stop this or I will.”

Devyn blinked her surprise when Charlie spoke. It was Ronnie. The same Ronnie that called her a cretin and treated her like she was less than human. As far as Devyn was concerned, if it wasn’t Roman that was going to fight Ronnie, Devyn would have stepped in herself. “I’ll stop it before he kills her.” That was true. Devyn and Roman hadn’t come to blows yet. But she wanted to fight him. She couldn’t explain why. It was like a deep ache in her bones.

Ronnie’s second wave dissipated, a shimmer glow that smelled vaguely of the early morning air, though it was almost noon. Devyn and Charlie immediately knew what, or rather who it was, before she even spoke. “You’ll stop it now… Or I will.” Temperance Kadrick said as she walked up to the group and beside Ronnie.

Roman just laughed as the first wave hit him. His knees barely buckled. A freight truck? That was it? She was going to have to do better than that if she was planning on getting him pinned against the wall or something. The wave caused some of the skin to rip off his face, but he immediately just grinned. His face and body quickly began to heal.

Roman was ready for the next wave, which never came. He sighed when he saw Temperance. Buzz kill! “Just having a bit of fun with the tyrant, Kadrick. You’re head girl, you been checking what she’s been doing?” Roman asked Temperance. Not noticing anything that was really going on with Ronnie, Chuck and Devyn. He just wanted Ronnie to get her titan status removed.

Ronnie heard Chuck tell Devyn to stop the fight, and she was so surprised that her attention turned away from Roman's smug face to Charlie. She had just met the girl, and she was already prepared to step in front of Roman for her. While she knew it wouldn't be entirely because of her, there had to be some ulterior motive, Ronnie suddenly felt bad for tormenting half-bloods and human borns. Just because they weren't from a family of Metas didn't mean they were bad people. Ronnie couldn't admit this, but she was still surprised.

As Temperance appeared, Ronnie was all but ready to leave. But she looked over to Roman, and then she looked back to the Head Girl. If that claw producing weasel thought he was going to get rid of her power as a Titan, he had another thing coming. No, Ronnie was not going to let that happen. This was pretty much the second, maybe third, time she'd been caught up in trouble. This time, however, she had an excuse.

"Oh hell no, Caelia." She started, looking over to Devyn and Charlie again, "Yes, I gave Devyn an unfair detention slip. For that, I apologise." It wasn't the fact that Ronnie felt bad for Devyn, but after Charlie had told Devyn to stop things, Ronnie thought she at least owed it to the pair to apologise. And, anyway, Devyn wasn't that bad at singing if you really listened... Kinda. "But Caelia, you and your cronies seriously provoked me. Setting fire to authority is a very serious offence, so if I were you I'd shut that pretty little mouth of yours."

With a large sigh Ronnie muttered, "Okay, sure, I was unprofessional about managing the situation but whatever." She pulled her high heels on and looked back to Temperance.

“I am aware of Ms. Marsh’s proclivity to torture those she deems weaker than herself, yes.” Temperance replied to Roman’s inquiry. Her tone was neutral; careful for lack of a better term. She didn’t trust Roman. Not because he had given her any cause, save for his affiliation. But because as Devyn’s best friend, she knew her type and Roman was it. And Temperance knew that it meant he could complicate things. Thankfully for now, Roman had a girlfriend and Devyn had a strict code of ethics when it came to such things. But the weather witch would be at the ready just in case. “Veronica, don’t think that badge makes you untouchable. And don’t think that just because you can trace your ancestry back what, a few thousand years makes you any better than anyone here. My ancestors ruled one of the 12 kingdoms of Atlantis and conquered the Celtic lands after Atlantis sank into the ocean. I am the heir to gods of Earth, Air and Sea. In short, my blood runs purer than yours. And also unlike you I understand that though we may hold all of the political power, half-bloods and human-borns outnumber us. And your brand of bigotry is the reason why they hate us. So, please do yourself a favor and do be quiet. The only reason I’m here is because it’s my job. Not because I have any moral reservations with either Roman or Devyn hacking you to little pieces.”

And this is why Devyn was glad Tempe was on her side. She never attacked unless provoked but if Temperance was pushed, she came out you will every cannon, every missile, every weapon at her disposal. And Temperance wasn’t shy when it came her beliefs. And for the most part she had only one rule; ‘Thou shall not use one’s power to exploit the weak.’ Veronica had crossed a line. “And just when I thought Ronnie was capable of basic human emotion… How ‘bout apology not-fucking-accepted and we revisit this idea of me hacking you into little pieces.”

Charlie squeezed Devyn’s arm hard enough to hurt; hell, hard enough to bruise. She knew Devo would heal as soon as she let go and Chuck was only using this as a way to grab Devyn’s attention. “Ronnie got set on fire. You got your payback. It’s done on our end.”

Temperance nodded and then rolled her eyes when Ronnie spoke. “Which just leaves Roman and his friends… Seeing how there are a trail of burned tapestries leading toward a known pyro and Ronnie attacked only after you challenged Roman, I think it’ll be best if we pretend we weren’t here.”

“Aww, you think I’m pretty, Ronnie, touching,” Roman replied to the titan. He was ready for Tempe to give him and his crew a detention slip or something. He was ready for another fight. He was a bit surprised when she gave Ronnie a piece of her mind, but he was still ready for the slap on the wrist. Which he would most likely not care about.

It seemed like the detention slips wouldn’t be coming. Roman didn’t need to be told twice, either. “Catch ya later,” He told the group, as he and his friends walked away. He wasn’t going to stick around while Ronnie tried to give them detentions. There were better things to do with his time.