Bitchfest.

Who: Chrissy & Kaysen
When: Lunchtime
Where: MSHS Cafeteria

Chrissy was sitting at her familiar lunch table right smack dab in the middle of popularville in the cafeteria of Marquette Senior High school. She rolled her eyes as Kimber went on and on about her mother's new leopard print bikini. Not paying much attention to the girl she glanced across the lunchroom, her eyes locking on Kaysen. She smirked and stood from her seat, ignoring Giselle's questioning glances. Kimber tried to question where she was going but Chrissy shot her the death glare.

"Stay put, I've got some business to attend to." she ordered as she made her way through the tables towards Kaysen. She walked right up beside the girl, barely an inch away from her. "Hi Kaysen, you look nice today." she breathed, her voice so sweet the sugar on her words could have put a diabetic in a glucose induced coma. Too bad she didn't mean a single word.

Kaysen froze, every muscle in her frame tensing badly just at the voice. Motherfucker. She'd just come in for goddamn pop, she hadn't wanted to talk to anyone. She avoided the lunch room like the plague in the first place. She just hadn't had money today so she was getting cheap fountain pop from the caf, and of course, it was just enough time for the vulture to descend. What the fuck, seriously. Why wasn't she wearing her hoodie? Why hadn't she found Chance and made him go get it? "Oh fall and die, Chrissy." she mumbled, shooting a glare at Chrissy. Then she fantasized about Chrissy's overly fucking bleached head going up in merry flames, and that made her feel marginally better.

"Oh come now, Kaysie." she murmured, her voice still sickeningly sweet. "I try to give you a compliment and you get all huffy with me. Now that isn't fair." The smirk on her face still firmly set in place. "You really do need to stop hanging out with that boyfriend of yours. I think he's rubbing off negatively on you. Pretty soon you won't have any friends. Oh wait, that's right. You hardly have any as it is. Silly me to forget such a widely known fact."

Kaysen wondered if it would be more fair if she just set her on fire a little. Just a tiny bit. Maybe some smoldering? She had Kurt's lighter, she could do it. That nickname grated like sandpaper on an open wound though. Jesus. Fucking Kaysie. "And you really do need to stop hanging out in punching distance, or you might need another nose job." she shot back.

"Oh? Like the one you gave that girl in the bathroom a while back. It's all over school. You really should control your temper, dear. It's not very becoming." She strutted as she continued walking with Kaysen, clearly no where near giving up on her tormenting. It'd been a while since she'd had the chance to annoy the girl and was quite enjoying herself now. "So Kaysie, aside from shoving girls faces into mirrors and hanging out with losers like Chance, what have you been doing with yourself?"

"Neither is being a huge vampiric harpy, but that seems to be working out for you. Don't you have minions to flog or some shit?" Kaysen said. That little perfect curl by her cheek. She could totally start there. Just a little flame, then whoosh! Crown of fire! She could play Dragon Ball Z all by herself. She could be the new Ghostrider. "And none of your fucking business." she added. Which she recognized was a terribly weak reply. She needed to do better than that. Shit.

"Everything is my business." she replied matter-of-factly. "Have you forgotten that I basically own this school? Anything you have been doing, and everything you will be doing will get to me eventually. Perhaps even the things you wish to keep secret." Her lips curled upwards slightly at that, her dimple showing on her cheek. "So where's hubby? Don't tell me you've lost his interest already. Such a shame."

"So, what color is the sky in Chrissy-land, where you're this all important queen?" Kaysen asked. "And own the school. Please. You own little vapid automatons that have less braincells to rub together than a gnat, and that's combined. Real great flock you got there. Stellar, really." She looked over at the group, who was of course looking at them. "You know they might do you better if they didn't all look like they were in the middle of taking a huge dump twenty-four seven." she added, faux thoughtfully. "Must be the effort of trying to come up with a thought." She looked back at Chrissy. "He's around." she said. Also, a weak response. She didn't know where he was right this second, actually. Possibly punching someone, for all she knew.

Chrissy rolled her eyes at Kaysen's comments, clearly not at all impressed by anything she'd said. "Like I care if you think they look stupid. I don't hang around with them because they look cool, I hang around with them because they just make me look even better. Which is exactly my reasoning for being near you Kaysie." she breathed. "Next to you I'm just so much better than next to Kimber or Giselle. Maybe I should take up permanent residence beside you." she teased. Like she'd ever subject herself to being around Kaysen that much. Please. She had better things to do like down a whole bottle of bleach. "Why is he 'around'? If you two are so 'in love' like everyone thinks, shouldn't he be up your ass at this very moment? Maybe he's wised up and found himself someone else."

Her clothes would go up quick. They were like...something that burned quick. And with the hairspray in her hair alone, Chrissy could be a torch in a blink. Good times. Then she grinned viciously at Chrissy, actually stopping and turning directly towards her. "Actually, you being close to me, talking to me, looking like you might be hanging around with me, probably makes you look like you've gone soft. Better run along fast, before you catch the social disease I'm carrying." And possibly before she grabbed that glass juice bottle, smashed it, and glassed Chrissy across the face--which totally wouldn't happen but it was nice to fantasize about.

"Please sweetheart, would you take the time to actually look at me?" she said, her hands moving as if showing her body off on a imaginary pedestal. "I could hang out with social pariah like you all day and no one would think a thing of it in the end. Just a charity case. Besides, I'm having far to much fun with you to just walk away now." A smile flashed across her face, her dimple once again showing on her cheek.

Kaysen rolled her eyes, turned, and started stalking off, because seriously, she was starting to feel overheated, and that wasn't a good sign for a fire elemental. It only happened when her emotions were running high, and well. She was in the middle of a crowded cafeteria. Setting anything on fire in here was just a bad idea. Words could not express how bad an idea, really. "Fuck off, Chrissy. Go be a whore to someone else. I hear the football team is free. I'm sure they'd all like their second gangbang around now."

Chrissy followed after the girl, her curls bouncing lightly as she moved. "Please. They're busy hooking your loser boyfriend to the flagpole by his underwear. You might wanna check on that before he hangs there too long. Anal bleeding would put a little damper on your evening together wouldn't it?" she smirked patting the girl on the shoulder lightly before turning on her heels. "Good talking with you Kaysie, we must do this again sometime." She flashed the girl a smile over her shoulder before turning away again and waltzing back towards popular territory.

I will not set her on fire I will not set her on fire I will not-- was the mantra that ran through Kaysen's head as she continued on her own path. Though she did have to stop herself not only from setting Chrissy ablaze, but turning and shoving her into one of the nearest tables, so she could get chili all over herself. Maybe she and Isaac needed to do the kool-aid trick again with her locker. Fill it up with blue shit this time. I will not set her on fire...