"You fucking bastards!" A voice screamed out, echoing through the halls.
It was the third time that week.
"God, Shut up already you goddamn pixy stix!" Was the replying yell.
"They're at it again," a student groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Headphones?" The girl on the opposite couch offered.
The sound of stomping echoed through the halls again. It accompanied the arguing well, and did well to accentuate the frustration of everyone else who had to hear the cacophony of ridiculousness.
"They should just fuck already," came the boy's voice again.
"What was that?!" The first voice yelled again, "What the hell is wrong with you Esmé!"
"What the hell is wrong with me?!" The tall, dark haired girl, Esmé, hissed, "I don't know! Maybe the fact that you can't keep your nosy bitch face away from my business! I deal with enough why do I have to deal with you as well Lucille?"
"Deal with me?" Lucille, a perfect example of how a rich girl would look, blonde hair and all, growled out. "Oh honey I'm a blessing, you act like a heathen, a cave bitch at best!"
"Oh no..." was the resounding groan.
"Should someone get the keeper?" A girl asked.
'The keeper' was the two arguing girls only thread of sanity. A taller girl by the name of Zixie. She was much like the girls older sister, despite being the youngest in the group. She was dubbed 'The keeper' by their dorm mates when they learned that she could easily stop the arguments the two had on a constant basis.
Zixie was, even on her own, a force to reckoned with. At 5 foot 10 inches, and her love of heels, she already had the intimidating height down. Coupled with piercing honey brown eyes and snake like curling brown hair and a penchant for skin tight outfits, she was the enchantress who would burn you for any slight against her and hers.
A soft click of stilettos upon wooden floors echoed. Cutting through even the loudest yells of Lucille and Esmé.
A hush fell over the common room of the dorm building. The only sound left was arguing.
"Uh oh... Zixie is here..." a voice mumbled.
"Lucille? Esmé?" Zixie called. The two conflicting individuals froze. Quickly paling.
The two in question were direct opposites in looks. But twins in temper.
Lucille was a rich doll with a temper of a forest fire. Her intelligence matched her friends, and her looks mimicked those of an elf. Blonde hair that danced around her figure and candy blue eyes, alongside the voice of an angel. Lucille was the epitome of ethereal.
Esmé, however, was a demon through and through. Known for her enchanting looks and hypnotic voice, she was practically worshiped. But she was held in fear because of her temper. The two had swiftly bonded over their fiery tempers and grew closer when they discovered Zixie.
The one person to chill the fire they held around themselves.
"Well?" Zixie prompted, cutting through the stark silence, "Why are you arguing so early in the morning?"
"Lucille. Cut the excuses. Esmé, you first," Zixie spoke softly, but it chilled the room. Those who had been around the trio before knew this was the time that Esmé and Lucille would confess and apologize.
"I was upset because Lucille said I was only sucking up to you because I felt lonely cause she spent time with you yesterday and left me at home..." Esmé spoke, getting quieter as she continued.
"Lucille," Zixie began, "is this true?"
Lucille looked like a kicked kitten. Guilt evident on her face and lips being bitten to avoid tears, Zixie smiled. Her features softened.
"Esmé if you were lonely, you can always come see me. And Lucille, it wasn't right of you to use time with me against your friend. It's not fair, and I'm sure Esmé wanted to spend time with us but had to complete work instead. It shows responsibility and maturity to do what she did. Do you understand?"
"Yes Zixie..." Lucille looked like she was going to cry, and Esmé looked overwhelmed.
Zixie then chuckled. "You two look like I murdered someone. C'mere," she opened her arms, a smile painted on her lips and fondness in her eyes.
Lucille and Esmé both brightened.
"Zixie!" They cried, quickly embracing the taller girl.
"Yes, yes," the taller girl soothed. Grinning at the two, she patted their heads. She was glad she let the two of them annoy her that first day. And even happier that she she let them into her very guarded circle of trust.
"Miss Zixie?" A voice called, it was a teacher. Specifically her home room teacher.
"Miss Lucille?" The teacher continued with a nod.
"Present!" The girl beside her sounded and looked stuck up. Zixie made a side note to ignore her and whoever is related to her that year.
"Miss Esmé?" The teacher finished.
"Present ma'am!" Esmé, also sounded stuck up, but she looked less annoying than Lucille. Zixie continued to note that she wasn't going to interact with either.
The sound of the teachers voice was slowly droned out of Zixie's thoughts. She already knew the content.
Before she knew it, it was lunch.
"Zixie! You're coming with us for lunch," Lucille and Esmé declared.
"What-No-" Zixie was cut off.
"Cool! What do you have for lunch?" Esmé asked.
"I have noodles and cookies!" Lucille chimed.
She was thoroughly annoyed.
"Zixie? You want a cookie?" Esmé asked, a grin and dancing eyes startled Zixie.
Not remembering the question, she simply nodded.
Esmé giggled. And Lucille gave her a conspirator grin.
"Zixie! You are going to be our best friend!"
"I'm going to be what now?"
And this began the friendship of two psychos and a really pissed off genius.
Zixie shook off the memory, stretching, she stood up. Around her was an array of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. They were in Esmé's room.
Lucille has already fallen asleep. Esmé was close, and with a grin the girl beckoned.
"M tired Zix, 'mon 'n cuddle me!"
"Yeah, yeah," Zixie indulged Esmè, pulling the sleeping Lucille in as well, she cuddled them into her.
