Evie tensed as Claude Frollo pulled her onto his lap in her locked bedroom. He began to kiiss her, his hands roaming all over the underage girl, before his touch reached her thighs.

'N-no.' She said, pulling away from him. She looked into the eyes of the ageing judge and felt a lump in her throat. He was, so far, the worst man that her mom had made her see; he had told her that she was a harlot who needed saving, had told her about the hell that awaited her, and had shouted until the girl had begun to cry. Then, he had forced his tongue down her throat and touched every inch of skin that was on display before guiding her to the bed.

'Oh, but the queen said we can do whatever I like.' The man felt like the world owed him something, Evie had been able to tell that from the second he had opened his mouth, but the princess knew deep down that that didn't mean he was entitled to her.

'But I don't want to.'

Frollo narrowed his eyes, reminded of the gypsy who had refused him all those years ago.

'Excuse me, bitch- do you think I care what you want?' the man went to attack her lips again, but Evie got off the bed and stood up.

'What did you just call me?'

'I called you a temptress; a slut; a bitch.' His tone was as cutting as his words. 'Now, unless you want me to go and tell your mother that you're not really pleasing me at all, you need to sit back down.'

Evie considered her options, her chest feeling like it was carrying the weight of the world. She really didn't want the man's fingers near her again, nor did she want to feel his whiskery face against her cheek, but she knew that any punishment from her mom would be much worse. Reluctantly, she sat back down. She closed her eyes and let him do what he wanted, glad that he never suggested breaking her mother's rule.

...

He didn't even look at her as he left, instead choosing to spit on the floor in front of her, and Evie let her shoulders sag as she tried to relax on the bed. Less than a minute later, she heard the sound of her window opening and somebody jumping into her room.

'Who was that guy leaving with your mom?' It was the unmistakably curious tone of Mal. Evie smiled at the sound but she was too tired to turn and see her friend, especially when all she wanted to do was forget Frollo's touch and his scornful attitude.

'Nobody.' She replied, feeling a weight on the bed beside her.

'Shit, Blueberry are you crying?'

Evie didn't actually know the answer to that question until she felt a tear drop down her cheek. She sat up, dimly aware that her happiness at hearing Mal had distracted her from her upset.

'What happened? Was he another...?' the fae didn't know what to call him. She didn't know what to call any of the disgusting perverts that took advantage of her princess.

'He just..' Evie sighed, before smiling brightly and wiping her eyes. 'It was nothing! He seemed very happy with what I could offer.'

'Then why are you crying?'

'I just didn't want to do it.' Mal nodded; that much was understandable. 'I didn't want to do it, and I didn't want him to call me a bitch.'

'He called you a bitch?' the girl's tone was venomous. All she could think was what sort of arsehole insults the girl he is taking advantage of? 'Nobody should call you that.'

'Mal, it's fine.' Evie watched as her friend made her way back to the window and she cried out after her. 'Please don't leave me.'

'A bitch?' Evie repeated, hoping she had misheard. It's not that she hadn't been called that word before; Anthony had let it slip once or twice, not to mention her mom and the men she'd teased on the Isle before running off with their watches, but Mal had never called her it. Mal had never called her anything like that; she had been the one defending her from people who called her that.

'I think it's best that we talk later.'

With that, Mal stomped out of the room to cool down before class.

'For fuck's sake.' Evie whispered, trying to get her head around what had just happened. Her and Mal never fought like that; they had never spoken to each other so spitefully.

She caught sight of two timetables that had been pinned to their cork board, and saw that her and Mal were due to attend 'Remedial Goodness 101' in fifteen minutes. Whatever the hell that was.

'Great.' She continued, before her stomach let out a load groan. It was still hurting, and Evie hoped that it would get better soon; she was even considering grabbing some breakfast on the off chance that hunger pains were contributing to the ache.

Princesses don't need breakfast Evelyn. Her mom had hammered that fact home on multiple occasions, most notably when she'd caught Evie daring to eat a stale bread roll that Mal had snuck into her room. Especially when they could do with losing weight.

Evie wandered to her case, deciding that it would be wise to change the clothes she had fallen asleep in. She pulled out her light blue cardigan and denim jeans, along with a white vest top and her makeup case.

It didn't take her very long to get ready so she started studying a map of the school in order to work out where her classrooms were. All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door.

'Who is it?' she asked warily, knowing deep down that Mal wouldn't give in that quickly but hoping more than anything that she had. An answer came in the form of Audrey walking in.

'Oh, just me.' The girl said, before smirking and letting the door close behind her. 'Mal just came into my room to speak to Lonnie. I don't know what you said to her, but she looked pretty distraught.'

'Really?' Evie didn't want to believe that Mal was upset; she was the strongest girl she knew. 'What did she say?'

'I'm not your messenger.' Audrey hissed, walking around the room and taking great interest in the few belongings that Mal had displayed.

'Then why are you here?'

'I'm just being nice, of course. Are you not eating?'

'I'm not hungry.' Evie replied instinctively, making eye contact with the princess and speaking smoothly.

'Well that's just as well.' Said Audrey, looking Evie up and down with her eyes lingering on the villain kid's stomach.

Evie told herself that Audrey was just trying to make her feel insecure, that her stomach was not something that deserved such a disparaging look, but she couldn't believe it; all she could think of were the many times that her mom had looked at her in the same way. Like the time on Evie's birthday, when she'd let herself eat breakfast and lunch: the Evil Queen had been disgusted and sent her to her room and Evie, desperate to gain the woman's approval, had made herself sick for the very first time.

'What do you think you're doing?' The woman shrieked, having walked into her daughter's en -suite after hearing her having a coughing fit. She grabbed Evie by her shoulder and pulled her up. 'Do you think a prince will want someone who smells of sick?'

'But mom, it'll make me thinner.' Evie argued desperately, trying to squirm out of her mother's grip.

Queen Grimhilde considered Evie's words, looking properly at her. Perhaps puking wasn't such a bad idea; the woman's twisted mind decided that the girl definitely looked less bloated.

'Well don't do it too often.' She instructed, letting go of Evie and pursing her lips almost approvingly. 'I'll talk to the goblins and see if I can get you some mints.'

That same night, Evie had carved the word 'fat' into her hip.

'Earth to Evie? Are all villain kids this rude or just you?' Audrey's sour tone brought the blue haired girl back to the present.

'What?' Evie glanced over at the bathroom door, her memories reminding her of what she'd done last night. Had she put the razor blades away? Crap. No she hadn't. Did Mal have wet hair that morning? Could she have had a shower the night before? Did she notice the mess Evie had left? Crap. Evie's head starting swimming with a million thoughts. God, if only she had thought of something other than herself. Princesses shouldn't be so shallow.

'What's wrong with you?' Audrey's voice was more confused than hurtful. She followed Evie's gaze to see where she was looking. 'Are you hiding something in there?'

'N- no, of course not.' Evie stuttered, panicking as she watched Audrey walk over to the bathroom. 'So, why aren't you eating?' she hadn't meant to sound as accusatory as she did, but thankfully her words distracted the Auradon kid.

'I have a free period.' Audrey responded coolly, placing her hands on her hips. 'So I'm meeting someone and going out for breakfast.'

'Ben?'

Audrey visibly bristled at Evie's innocent question.

'Chad.'

'Oh... does Ben know?' Evie wasn't even trying to upset Audrey; she only wanted to steer the conversation away from herself, yet Aurora's daughter was getting more and more annoyed.

'Listen here you Isle whore.' She snapped, moving until they were face to face. 'Who I meet is none of your business, so if you dare tell Ben..' Audrey didn't even need to finish her threat; Evie was well aware of what she would do to her. 'I'm just going out with a friend. Got it?'

'Got it.' Evie repeated, as she wondered whether or not she finally had some leverage over the other girl; as much as her mum had wanted her to hide her brains, she still knew how to use them and she was pretty sure that she knew what was going on.

'How is that baby- less belly anyway?' Audrey had walked to the door as if she was going to leave, but she stopped to turn back to Evie. 'I'm assuming you haven't really spoken to anyone about it.' Her voice seemed softer than usual, Evie thought, almost as if he genuinely cared. Convinced that she was imagining things, she rolled her eyes; Audrey was just trying to upset her and there was no way it was going to work.

'It's fine, thanks.' Evie ignored the way that Audrey's eyes flickered to the floor. 'Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to class.' Audrey left without another word and, after a few minutes, Evie did too.

When she reached the classroom for Remedial Goodness, the boys and Mal were already standing outside. The blue haired girl groaned internally, wondering if Mal had already told them about their argument.

'Good morning Amira.' said Jay, giving her a small smile. Carlos did the same but Mal looked straight through her.

'Hey guys.' Evie hadn't meant to sound aa croaky as she did. As hard as she tried not to, she found herself speaking to Mal more than the others. 'Why aren't you going in?'

'We were waiting for you.' Said Carlos when nobody else spoke. Jay watched Evie as she nodded gratefully and finally tore her gaze away from Mal. He narrowed his eyes at the long sleeves she self consciously pulled down and he vowed to get her alone at some point that day.

'Thanks.'

Mal rolled her eyes and opened the classroom door, leading the four of them into the classroom. Jay leaned in to Evie as they walked.

'Mal hasn't spoken to us all morning. Did something happen between you two?' Evie looked up at the boy she viewed as a brother: at one of the few boys that she had never seen as a threat, and it took everything that she had to stop herself from falling apart and telling him what had happened.

'Don't worry about it Jay.'