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A week had gone by since that miserable morning that consisted of broken vases, a bandaged arm, and a rare argument between the two best friends.

Though Arlet felt miserable about yelling at the most innocent Euphemia, she knew she couldn't take her words back. There was no way she'd be the one to do the apologizing. But one of the two had to take the first step sooner or later, or their years of bonding would go to waste. However, even after a weeks' time, the pure hatred for that womanizer nor the disappointment in Euphemia were not gone.

For the past seven days or so, it was a fact that Arlet barely got any sleep. Though she wasn't the best of students, and didn't take the time out to study, she tried her best when class was in session. That, however, didn't apply in the current situation. Her dreams, no, nightmares consisted of the treacherously lewd actions that pink-eyed b*****d would do to her dear Euphemia. Her actions had caught up with her, and as soon as she swiftly ran to her room, Arlet cuddled up under the comfort and reassuring warmth of her blankets. But not before changing into an uncharacteristically feminine costume.

Yes, since a child, Arlet Jahar was known as a boisterous tom-boy with a hot temper. However, a girl was a girl, and though kept a secret to most, she did have those rare feminine moments. Especially in situations when she was depressed; such as the episode with Euphemia. One of the things Arlet did at such down moods, was shopping. Her wardrobe did not show a speck of pink or frills. On further inspection though, near the lingerie and sleep department, was where her interest lay. That particular weekend, Arlet had went out and bought a mint-colored corset, of the softest satin, surrounded by an intricate cob-web of black lace. It simply made her blissful, and that was the point, was it not?

So there lay a peaceful Arlet Jahar, for the first time in days having a peaceful sleep, not clouded by unreal reveries or horrifying nightmares. Until a knock was heard on the door. What the hell? Though her eyes were still shut, her golden eyebrows were furrowed angrily, and her mouth doing some equivalent pouting. Angrily, she threw the blankets off of her, not bothering to even remember her current attire. Arlet stormed over to the door, and menacingly turned the knob. Before looking to see who the guest was, she rushed her complaint, "What do you wan--" It was Euphemia herself.

Arlet's heart literally did a leap of what seemed to be joy when it was Euphemia at the door. Wait. She was supposed to be angry with her, was she not? But then again, that was never truly possible.

"Don't play games with me, you know fully well what we need to talk about." Arlet only snidely scoffed. Euphemia was the one who entered her room, how dare she? Though she just wanted her friend to apologize first, so she could too, she knew the thought was in vain. Arlet knew her own temper. There was no way she would just let that comment slide.

So, she put up a cocky and blase demeanor. Crossing her legs in a sultry manner, and crossing her arms once again, Arlet merely put on a nasty smirk. "But I thought you loved games. Lucas does, doesn't he?" If there was one thing she agreed about with Lucas, it was the fact that Arlet Jahar, was a major b***h. She immediately regretted the comment, and wouldn't be surprised if Euphemia threw a cold slap at her cheek. Oh well.

How cliche. Did Euphemia truly think she could intimidate her by trapping her? They'd known each other for years. Arlet knew Euphemia's strengths and weaknesses, as did Euphemia. Arlet could barely even roll her eyes. Euphemia was missing the point! It was a stupid decision on Euphemia's part to move next to her, it only made her extremely easy prey.

"No. You listen." First, she only pointed a finger on her right hands toward Euphemia, slightly pushing her. Then, fully pushing her down onto the bed, with a most stoic and dangerous expression, one arm on each side of Euphemia, trapping the girl, she continued. "You're missing the point. Of COURSE, I don't like Lucas. Who in their right mind would dare to like, even love a womanizing purple-headed gamer? Sure. It's a good decision on your part to move on, HOWEVER, that same s**t is only going to happen to you again." Taking a breath, she put on the most vicious smirk, thinking of the incident in the art room. "Euphemia. If it was so out of line, then your reaction was much, much, worse."

Arlet only rolled her eyes. Euphemia's attempts at trying to hold up her end of the argument only made Arlet want to give the girl a big hug. Sure, she had been the one to kiss Euphemia first, but Arlet's lips had merely slipped! That was all, a slip. Okay, that was the lamest excuse in the history of man-kind. If Lucas could repeat history with Euphemia, so could Arlet. It was easy in their current position, anyways. It was also true, that at this rate, Arlet would only end up breaking another pot or two. She would initiate the apologizing sequence, though her method would possibly stir up another argument. Whatever. Let's get this over with. And then, Arlet dived in for yet another kiss on those perfectly glossed lips. Phew. What a tiring afternoon.

Victory was hers, as her own eyelids slowly felt like closing, and her mocha lips tightened around Euphemia's. They had literally "kissed-and-made-up". She laughed in her mind at the thought of what Lucas would think. The b*****d deserved it! Though reluctantly, she finally pulled away. Putting on her puppy-dog expression, her apology was almost inaudible. "I'm sorry..."