Resolution

Many many drinks later, all four of the Untouchables were now so deeply intoxicated that the arguments between them were no longer that of spite, but of the playful fun expected by a group of teenage girls.

"I am telling you, she needs to sing!" Camile was swaying from side to side, phone disregarded and grinning with her wine-stained teeth as she pointed accusingly at Vicky.

Victoria, having tied an expensive scarf around her head... you'd have to have been there to understand the joke, nearly spilt her wine as she sat back and scrunched inward "*Hiccup* Nope."

"Come on, Vic, Deberías cantarnos una canción!" Izzy's odd scowl was no soft and bored, poking Vicky dozily as Jane raised an eyebrow.

"Whe caan't unorstand spannish, Bish!" Okay... maybe Jane was kind of a little wasted.

"Well! at least.... I am... understandable! you... sound like... an angry Elefante!" Izzy shot back.

Vicky lifted her arms, flicking both of them in the forehead, making Izzy reel back and Jane's glasses to fall off. "Stahp! no arguing! I am not... drunk enough to sing! I'm terrible at it! someone else sing!" she demanded.

Camile stood, her drink threatening to spill as her leg nearly gave out, almost like it pained her to stand on it "I'll take one for the team! haha!!!" Camile had been laughing a lot, sometimes nonsensically, but she put herself in a girlish pose and began...... to belt out like a siren.

"OoOoOoOHHHHH.... BASE DROP! OH OH OH OH OH YOU GOT A 100 DOLLAR BILL PUT YA HANDS UP, YOU GOT A 50 DOLLAR BILL PUT YOUR HANDS UP, YOU GOT A 20 DOLLAR BILL PUT YA HANDS UP, YOU GOT A 10 DOLLAR BILL PUT YOUR HANDS UPP!!!" Camile screamed like a dying chicken, making everybody wince.

"Okaaay, let's jus, sit back down.... befoor yew have... a stroke..." Jane mumbled as she helped Camile down, who fell back laughing, her eyes scrunched up like she had just heard the best joke ever told on the planet.

"Fucking.... white people, no appreciation for the classics!!!" She grumbled.

Jane grimaced "Heyyyy! I am half-bleck, Izzy is Spanish and Vicky ez...... what is you, Vicky?" Jane asked.

Vicky opened her mouth wide "I am Half... Turkish! duuuuh!?"

Jane pointed her finger at Camile who flinched in terror at her sass "You seeee, Millie! we are... a diverse.... assortment... of wahmen!" Jane slurred.

Millie's lip quivered "Scary Librarian!"

Jane sighed "I don't look like... a Librarian... do I?"

Vicky and Izzy cringed "You are one Librarian looking bitch." Isabella said, sipping her wine curtly. Jane replaced her glasses and narrowed her eyes.

"Stop being mean!! what did I ever... do to yew!?" She cried.

Isabella's face contorted, mouth opening wide like she was about to unleash a world of rage unto Jane, But Vicky quickly interjected.

"You know what I have to do.... I... *Hiccup* oop nearly came back up there ugh... phew, I have to put you, in my clothes, cahman!" Jane didn't quite catch that last word.

"KAHMAAN?" She asked.

Vicky nodded profusely her long dark hair bouncing as she grabbed Jane "Yes!!! KAHMAAAAN (Come on)!!" She cried, pulling Jane over to her Huge Wardrobe.

For next few minutes, Jane was pulled in and out of several outfits, all of which were 50 times more expensive than anything she could afford, while Camile cheered every single one, and of course, Izzy booed all the others.

Sequin dresses, sundresses, designer dresses, segmented dresses, Tube-tops, frilly skirts, mini skirts, tights, yoga pants, blouses. So many jackets of every variation, several types of sock, until Jane stood in a tight v-neck white tee that hugged he breasts and accentuated her form, a pair of Dark short-shots which stuck to her wide thighs like glue, and long thigh length striped black and white socks, that revealed only a hint of her strong legs, the colour of melted milk chocolate.

Camile, exploded "HOLY FUCK! that is some seriously hot shit!"

Jane's frizzy hair was collected into a neat and perfectly assorted knot, her glasses relaxed at the tip of her nose. Vicky rubbed her chin, surveying Jane like a master Artisan would her greatest pieces.

"Hmmm, this is perfection, I am amazing." Vicky decided, smiling as she walked over to the TV.

Jane bunched her boobs, feeling how much this top really pushed them out there "You don't think it's too slutty?" She asked.

Camile laughed "Nah, it's a little naughty, but in a sexy way, not like slutty. compared to how you usually dress maybe..."

Izzy scoffed "Which is one beat off of that weird chick Vana, the one that dresses like a secretary, and hangs out with that Helia freak."

Jane frowned "I don't dress like Vana! I just try and be... I don't know, classy."

Camile grinned evily, slinking in behind Jane even with her slight limp, and grasping at Jane's DDs. The Mixed girl gasped as Camile chuckled darkly "I bet you look killer in langerie, too bad we aren;t at my house, you could try some on, since Vicky's sucks."

Jane chuckled nervously, feeling a heat sudden swell inside... a girl had never quite touched her like that before, and she always got a little too hot and bothered a little too fast when she drank.

But Vicky's angry face turned to look at Millie "NO IT IS NOT!! Nobody wants to wear the cheap lingerie that you wear in your room to make yourself feel like less of a virgin!" Vicky cried.

Camile flushed red "W-what I do in my spare time, is none of your business!"

Jane raised an eyebrow "You're... a Virgin?"

Millie pulled back folding her arms "I am a good child of God, and only my husband will get any of this! just imagine, having him sweep you up on your wedding day, magic in the air as He finally deflowers you!"

Jane flushed and Izzy laughed "Oh lawd, please feed this thirsty virgin! Amen!" Isabella said in mock prayer.

"AMEN!" Vicky agreed.

Millie merely grumbled "Meanies."

Isabella wrapped her arm around her dark friend, her Ivory-blonde hair mixing with Camile's dark braids like the Ying-Yang "Oh well, at least you won't be like Janie here, I'm glad we are not looking at her in lingerie, it would be like looking at a pig in barbed wire-"

"Izzy!?" Vicky cried, looking wrathful. Camile also folded her arms, giving Izzy a dark look. Jane's eyes narrowed, as she folded her arms.

Isabella seemed disarmed, she clearly wasn't used to being confronted for her meaness.

"Okay, spill it." Jane said bluntly and quite soberly.

Turning her eyes away, Izzy folded her arms right back "Spill what?"

"Tell me what your problem is. I know it's something to do with Charlie back in high-school but I don't know what that has to do with me!?" Jane accused.

The Blonde Latina went silent, she merely stared in utter contempt. Vicky marched over remote in hand, poking it into Izzy's heavy chest, making her wince "Ow! what was that for!?"

"That was for being a bitch! we agreed to be nice, so what's you're problem!?" Victoria asked.

Izzy frowned, looking a little afraid as she whispered "I... I don't want to talk about it Okay?"

Camile joined in, limping over to poke Izzy in her other breast "AH! BASTARDA STOP IT THAT HURTS!"

"Tell us why you are being mean!" Millie damnded in turn.

Like a wolf backed into a corner, Izzy lashed out, pointing at Jane with her manicured fingers "SHE STOLE HIM!" she erupted, her face flushing red as she cried "I WANTED TO RUN AWAY, AND I WANTED HIM TO COME, BUT SHE WAS THERE--AND DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T REMEMBER, I LOVED HIM AND YOU GOT YOUR UGLY LITTLE CLAWS INTO HIM, SO HE REFUSED!"

Oh...... Oh......

Izzy grunted angrily, barging past them all back to the couch, lighting a joint as she refilled her glass, sulking in silence.

Jane was astounded... she... was in love with Charlie? and she thought Jane stole him... I mean sure she liked him even back then but... they were just friends until several months ago.

Vicky and Camile moved in, whispering "You should talk to her." Vicky said

"Go on, talk it out, spread the love" Camile agreed.

Jane grimaced "B-But... it wasn't like that? I mean...."

Vicky took Jane's shoulder "Less talk-talky to us, more talky-talky to her!"

The Girl with the glasses quickly found herself being shoved over to the couch, where Izzy was making a very valiant effort to ignore her.

"H-hey.... I...." Izzy didn't even acknowledge her. "Can we... talk, please?" Nope, sorry... nothing. Jane pressed her lips together and swallowed her fear, quickly placing herself next to Izzy.

That certainly got her attention, Isabella baring her teeth like an angry wolf "Get away from me, puta." She demanded.

Jane held fast "We have to talk about this."

"I am warning you." her voice was low and threatening, and Jane started to feel that instinctual urge to run away, like something terrifying was about to devour her whole, **** was in those milky eyes. Izzy's hand trailed back against her waistband, like a western sharpshooter ready to draw and Jane felt her bones shake, her eyes widening like a deer in headlights until-

"Izzy..." Camile came out of nowhere, almost like she... just appeared, her hand clamped tightly on Isabella's wrist, though her face was still soft and happy "Let's not do anything stupid, hhmm?" She said suggestively.

Isabella seemed freed from a trance, her anger turning to sadness as she nodded to Camile "Okay..." But when she looked at Jane, her rage reignited, though it was a little dulled "...How about a little story, before we talk, Puta?" She did not wait for Jane to respond "Once upon a time, there was a rabbit, a tiny little rabbit that would hippity-hop through the woods." She told this story like an angry beast, warning and almost threatening "This bunny was an idiota, a moron, a stupid little stuck up bitch that knew nothing of the world, just like every other rabbit. But one day, while hopping around the woods, looking for trouble, the Rabbit... let's call her, Puta, ran into a Dragon."

Jane listened, her face becoming slightly afraid. Izzy continued "Now, the Bunny-puta recognized this Dragon, because this dragon used to be a rabbit just like her, and because of her ignorance hopped over to the Dragon and tried to make friends. Of course, the rabbit failed because the Dragon was feasting on a village of her fellow rabbits..."

Fear rolled into Jane's chest, her recognition of this made it all the more haunting when Izzy stared with knowing eyes "...The Rabbit was frightened, and ran away, marrying a dragon slayer, in an idiotic and frankly immature move to try and turn the Dragon she loved back into a rabbit, but the problem was, the sight of her Dragon ripping apart her people terrified the rabbit, and so when she went hopping through the woods in the days after, she looked over her shoulder at every corner, because she knew that there were dragons that could come to eat her... but let me tell you this, little Rabbit-Puta..." Izzy moved in, staring darkly at Jane "...There are more than just Dragons in these woods."

Isabella had a sinister air about her, and if it weren't for Camile between them, Jane was sure that the Blonde would have pounced on her. Drunk or not, Jane wasn't stupid, she knew what her little story meant... but she refused to be intimidated, refused to let something as small as a well-worded threat to prevent her from living her life, or fixing mistakes.

"I'm sorry." She said. Izzy lent back, looking confused "I admit it... I... was trying to make you jealous, back in high school. I knew that you liked him, and I didn't like that he gave you jus tas much attention as me, especially since you hanged out with these two-- n-no offence?" She said.

Camile shrugged "None taken."

But Jane frowned "I... I never knew that you cared about him that much, that You'd want to run away, you must have been going through something really hard to want to do that. That time when you appeared at his door, I shouldn't have been such an ass, You didn't deserve it... I'm sorry."

Isabella was frozen, she seemed conflicted, lost.

Jane pressed harder "I really don't want to have to fight you. I know you still love him, I know Vicky loves him too."

Vicky flushed and hid behind her wardrobe door. But Isabella folded her arms, pushing the welling tears back into her eyes.

"Well... I... I still love him, there are things that scare me about him, he's not normal, we all know that but... I adore him so much, I couldn't handle losing him, did moronic things, things that are costing me now... I was a Rabbit puta--"

Izzy almost smiled, and Millie joined jane in a chuckle.

Taking a leap... or a hop, Jane took Izzy's hands "But, if you want to, I'll just, hang back, and you can make you're moving, I don't deserve him."

Boom! outrage! Vicky sprinted over, jumping on Jane as she playfully patted her spongey frizzy hair "YOU CAN'T GIVE HIM TO HER HE'S MINE!" She cried.

Izzy erupted "You can't just lay claim to someone like that!! i-it's not fair." Her fear betrayed her feelings, and Jane laughed as Vicky mock-strangled her.

"I-I'm not giving him to anyone, I already have a boyfriend-"

"DO YOU SEE THE HOTTIES HE HANGS OUT WITH!? THAT BLONDE AND THAT REDHEADED NEW GIRL, THEY ARE LIKE 1000 TIMES HOTTER THAN US, AND IF HE CAN GET THEM, HE CAN GET YOU BACK!!! SO GIVE HIM TO MEEEEE!" Victoria screamed desperately.

Jane's eyes darted between the two, she was lost and afraid, since when was she the arbiter of Charlie's affection if anything she was the last person to ever decree his love-life.

But lucky salvation came in one of Camile's little bursts of mindless honesty "Why don't you just share him, like Mormons or something?"

Vicky froze, Izzy calcified in her seat. Jane blinked at the two as Camile peered up, confused at there staring "What? did I say something dumb again?"

Vicky peered at Jane, then to Izzy, who did the same, it was like the three of them were waiting for the others to say it first, but eventually, Izzy spoke: "Can we... do that?"

"What if one of us get's jealous?" Vicky inquired.

"I already share a dorm with you, at one time a bed with you, we even shared a toothbrush when we first entered the academy por el amor de Dios!? I.... I wouldn't be averted... to it." Izzy said before quickly sipping her wine to shut herself up.

Vicky's eyes drilled into Jane like dark laser beams "Jane?"

Jane huffed "Look, I'm... I'm not getting out of this Duke thing-"

"I'll ruin him." Vicky growled, "I am the Head Untouchable, do you realise how much popularity power I have, I could spread some rumours."

Jane blinked "What will that even accomplish?"

Camile sighed, put her phone down and stood up, taking a deep breath "Ruin his popularity, you ruin his reputation, ruin his reputation, you ruin his image in the eyes of the students, ruins his image in the eyes of the students and they talk about it to their rich parents, and in turn, the parents mention it to the Faculty which ultimately ruins everything." She inhaled, clearing her throat "Duke only gets away with his stuff because he's popular and his dad pays Princible Kaz off, ruin his popularity and with Vicky's help... I give him uhhh, 3 days before something happens?" Jane was surprised, that was probably the smartest thing she'd ever heard her say.

Izzy smiled, she actually smiled "Camile maybe a little dull, but she's a popularity expert."

Millie waved her phone "I bet I can sick some PC-White Knights on him, find a racist tweet or misogynistic insta post, hey if you can't kill em, cancel em?"

Jane grinned, feeling warm inside "T-That would be... awesome, thank you. God this is so weird, I can't believe I wanted nothing more than to kill all three of you once upon a time."

They shared a laugh, and Vicky stood up tall "See we can use our evil-popular group powers for good. Now, can somebody pick the movie, I wanna roll a doob!"

Jane lept forward "Oh! I have a great one, give it here."

"I hope it's not another fucking rom-com. Millie!" Izzy said angrily, Camile flushed and held up her hands.

"Nah, the perfect movie for drinking and getting high. Get him to the Greek!" Jane exclaimed.

They all stared dumb eyed "Get him to the what?" Vicky asked.

Jane stared at them all... it occurred to her that she would have very different taste in movies, it's a good thing she suggested that and not Star Trek into darkness.

"Come on? Get him to the Greek. Really? Russel Brand, Jonah hill? You know, stroke the furry walll?" They all looked at her like she was trying to see them turkey flavoured chicken. She shook her head "Right well this is a travesty that I'm gonna have to fix, come on, sit down, oh and don't forget to pass, you are gonna love this!"

And so they did, sat together on the couch, smoking, drinking as the huge television buzzed to life, and the movie began.