The events that unfolded after he sent his message to her caused Bianca to lift her gaze from her phone, mid-reply. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped a bit in shock. She hadn't a clue as to what had set him off, and hadn't been paying attention to the conversation after she had sent him that message. When he disappeared from the room, she continued her reply to his message.
They're my obsession at the moment too. But ... What was all of that about?
When the bell rang, she gathered her things and held them in her arms. She easily left the class, as always the last one out, and by the time she was in the hall, Blaine was gone.
What set you off?
She flipped to the Main Chat, where Lucky had just sent a message.
I pray for you, my friend. And not much at all, other then the fact that I just shoved the moved popular bitch at my school into a trash bin! Power to the unpopulars! >:P
On her way to her next class, however, she was stopped. An arm shot out in front of her, slapping her things from her arms, and they clattered to the floor.
Bianca fixed a darkened, angry gaze on the culprit. Of course, it was Queen-Bitch, Rachelle. This girl just doesn't know when to stop ...
Rachelle fixed a haughty look on Bianca, her 'Followers', as Bianca called them, smirking, their bright red lipstick a sickeningly hue.
"Well, look what we got her, girls. It's Miss Bianca and her ever-present journal," Rachelle spat.
It was then that Bianca noticed the sketchbook that the other girl held.
"Give me that."
"Or what? You'll cast a spell on us? Oh, like we're so scared!"
"I said ... Give it back ..."
A snort was her response, and the girl waved it high above Bianca's head, her own 5'10" height far overcoming Bianca's own 5'6" status.
"Give it to me, right now!"
The girl let out a cry of pain and dropped the book, waving her hand and jumping around. "The bitch burned me! What the Hell did you do?" she shouted at Bianca, who merely fixed a dull look on the girl as she bent to retrieve her notebook.
Rachelle suddenly lunged at Bianca, who side-stepped the clumsy attempt at a tackle, and stuck out her foot, successfully tripping the other girl. She fumbled and crashed into a trash-bin, flipped, and landed head-first inside of it, causing an uproar of laughter in the hall. Rachelle screamed and flailed her feet, unable to regain her balance and free herself of the bucket filled with disgusting leftovers of food, drinks, and homework, and her friends, sputtering, rushed to her aid.
With a slight tilt of her head, she cast a wink in the direction of the girls, along with a smirking smile, and headed to her next class: Latin.