A/N: Oh my gosh. Where did the time go? I planned to update after two weeks but a couple days before the the second Friday, my sister and cousin managed to get me to watch Fairy Tail. Needless to say, I'm all caught up on the episodes, and when I looked at the time, it was August. I'm extremely sorry, and I don't have a proper excuse except for binge watching an anime. Anyways, thank you SO SO much for all the love you guys have been showering for this fanfic. I honestly can't believe it! I love you all!

Chapter 10

Audrey was suspicious. No, she wasn't suspicious; she was certain of the fact. Jane has amazing hair! When did that happen? Jane went from a short bob to luscious locks. That can only be the work of…

She turned her glance to rest on Mal and Evie, who were at Mal's locker chatting away as Mal decorated her locker. It had to be either one of them. But which one? She knew Mal had magic. Duh, her mother was Maleficent. She wasn't so sure if Evie did, but she was obsessed about looks and fashion. Although Audrey wouldn't admit it, she did kind of like Evie's designs. If only they were more...feminine and pink, not the edgy look the Isle kids wore.

Now that she thought about it, where did Evie even learn how to sew? Honestly, Audrey couldn't picture the Evil Queen doing any type of grunt work. So where would she learn? No one on the island would certainly teach her. They're all villains, and they first and foremost look after themselves. Well, not these four, Audrey conceded.

Audrey couldn't even figure out why she was even bothered? Who cares if she knows how to sew? Anyone could learn. Also, how did Mal get so good at art? How did she even pick up the skill anyways?

Ignoring the unknown feeling starting to bubble inside of her, Audrey brought her head to her original train of thought. Who had magic to change Jane's hair? After debating between who would most likely have done it, Audrey resolved to just watching the two more closely. After all, all this speculation was beginning to create a headache, and it was only morning.

Meanwhile, Evie and Mal were trying their best to ignore Audrey's stares. How could they not? There weren't many people about in the hallway, and she wasn't being subtle. Honestly, just because the villains all got locked away on the Isle together, doesn't mean the heroes should lag behind teaching the next generation survival skills. Especially since you never know what evil can be lurking about.

Mal frowned. She noticed that while the kids of the heroes have been nice, they weren't exactly sharp. She didn't want to brag, but she and the others from the island were much more aware about things. She wanted to sneer and make a comment about how pathetic they are, but she just felt sad for them. They're practically defenseless.

Mal didn't know how she felt about Audrey. Yes, there was the whole history with both their mothers, but Mal didn't really care about that. Not really. Audrey didn't seem petty enough so far to bring up something like that into a friendship, but judging from her character, that was just a 50/50 chance. In the end, Mal was probably the most weary of Audrey. Everyone else seemed ok. Not nice, but ok, she firmly thought to herself.

At that, Mal mentally slapped herself. She forgot! They were supposed to be planning ways to get the Fairy Godmother's wand, not mingling and making friends. Distantly in her mind, she heard her mother's sneering voice commenting on how weak and pathetic she is to stoop to such levels.

"Mal?" Evie's voice broke through her thoughts. Evie was staring at her curiously.

"Mmph, what?" Mal queried.

"You zoned out. What're you thinking about that got you so worked up?" Evie wondered.

"Just how we're gonna get the wand," Mal replied, dropping her voice low to make sure no one overheard.

"Oh," Evie said quietly, looking off into the distance, now deep in a thought herself.

"What is it?" Mal asked. Maybe she had a plan.

"Oh! It's nothing! I was just thinking about nothing!" Evie hastily replied, abruptly snapping her head back to attention, and her voice rising an octave higher.

Mal narrowed her eyes. "I can tell you're lying, you know."

Evie slumped her shoulders. Mal raised her eyebrows at the way she was suddenly acting uncharacteristically. "It's just," Evie fumbled over her train of thought. "What if...what if I don't want to do it?"

Mal gave her a sharp look but said nothing.

"It's just," Evie waved her arms around as she tried to find the words. "I've been thinking about it since we were talking last night. I know we haven't been here long, but it's just so much different already. I can learn new things here. I can sew here. I can eat here. I can sleep here. There's so many options of things to do; I can't even begin to believe they're available.

"Back at the Isle, we were fearing for our life. We were fighting tooth and nail for our survival. I'm not saying it's a walk in the park here, since they're cautious of us, but it's so much easier. Can't we just wait awhile and see where this place leads us?" Evie pleads. "Just for a little bit, and then we can see if we can steal the wand. I just want to explore this different life a little bit more."

Mal bit her lip as she perused the information Evie threw at her. It wasn't new. They all were talking about it last night. Mal was just extremely surprised at how quick Evie was to try and stop their planning their parents takeover. She had some valid points. It was only early November of the school year. They had until June, which was when school released them for the summer, before having to go back to the Isle for the break. Were they going there for break, she briefly wondered before narrowing her mind back to the situation at hand.

Mal conceded she had a point. Life was nice here, so far. They also had the time to come up with a foolproof plan. But what of their parents? They would get angry if they find out the four of them were relaxing and having fun at this prep school.

"What about our parents?" Mal voiced the question aloud.

Evie was silent at that. She frowned in concentration for a solution. "I mean, we aren't able to interact with them. The people here wouldn't want them to somehow escape or something. Since that's the case, then how would they know?"

"That's true," Mal conceded. She was still a bit on the fence about it, but for once, she noticed how excited and hopeful Evie was. It was something she hadn't seen often, and she couldn't find it in herself to say no. They were best friends, and wasn't it her job to make her happy?

"Fine," Mal decided, "for a little while. When it's January we can decide what we want to do and plan the takeover from there."

Evie squealed, and Mal slightly grimaced at that. She was picking up some of the girly habits that people seemed to have here. It hurts Mal's ears a bit, but the bone crushing hug Evie gave her was something else entirely. It was like the hug Jane had given her not an hour earlier. It felt nice, and no matter how Mal mentally struggled, she couldn't argue with that. Was this what happiness felt like?

Before she could say anything else about the matter, the boys along with Ben and Doug had come up to them. Jay and Carlos had raised eyebrows at Evie hugging Mal so tightly with such a happy expression. Mal quirked her eyebrows and shrugged helplessly in response.

"What got you so chipper?" Jay asked.

"Oh, I just got a brilliant idea for an outfit," Evie smiled, lying easily. Can't say what they were actually talking about with Ben and Doug present.

"You can make clothes?" Doug inquired.

"Mmhm!" Evie nodded, smiling like a child who received candy. "I like making things. It took me forever to be able to get a sewing machine, but once I did I couldn't stop! The only problem is getting fabric since there weren't that many back home."

"There's a bunch of different places you can get fabric here. We can go shopping once it's the weekend, and you can get some," Ben offered.

"Yes! I'm so down," Evie grinned enthusiastically.

"Ok, then it's settled! Now let's go to breakfast. I'm starving," Carlos piped up.

"You're always starving," Jay teased.

"Like you're the one to talk," Mal retorted.

With that the two began squabbling and bickering, picking at each other from their hairstyle to their hobbies.

"Uh, does this happen a lot?" Doug asked Evie, almost in a whisper as if talking would disturb the argument and their anger would be directed towards him.

Evie nodded, "Happens all the time."

"To all of us too," Carlos added, "it's not like those two go at it. We all go at each other."

"We know it doesn't really mean anything. Not really," Evie explained. "It's just something we do sometimes to get our minds off of things."

"Get your minds off of what?" Ben asked.

Evie bit her lip. "Just stress and stuff."

"A lot happens on the Isle," Carlos commented darkly, and the two went silent at that.

Before the Ben and Doug could question them, Evie hurriedly went to stop Jay and Mal.

"Honestly! Are you kids? Stop bickering," Evie scolded.

"Like you're one to talk, princess," Jay said, sarcastically.

"Well if you don't hurry your butt, we're gonna miss breakfast," she replied stoutly.

Jay's face paled at that. Before anyone could say anything else, he shot off towards the cafeteria. Carlos laughed trailed after him as he too began to run in that direction.

Evie sighed, "Honestly, they're such a bunch of morons."

"It's a wonder we put up with them," Mal hummed in reply.

They turned to look at each other before bursting out in laughter. Meanwhile, Ben and Doug just watched the whole ordeal with raised eyebrows.

"Well, if you ladies are finished, I suggest we should hasten after them," Ben said.

Mal furrowed her eyebrows at him. "Why do you sound so formal?"

"What do you mean?" he asked as they began heading towards the cafeteria at a more sedated pace then Jay and Carlos. Evie and Doug were a bit ahead, talking about Chemistry.

"You using that old language. You sound like an old man," Mal teased.

"What? No I'm not," Ben protested.

"Old timer," Mal goaded.

Ben let out an exasperated sigh before starting to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. They reached the doors of the cafeteria, and Mal bolted off to grab things to eat. Ben smiled inwardly. If she was bantering like how she did with Jay, then that means she considered him a friend. That was a promising start.

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this honestly, but I wanted to get something out since it's been so long. It's decent. Well, let me know what you think! Reviews kept me from completely forgetting about this story, and they're so encouraging. Until next time!