Winter's eyes roamed to where Layla was flailing. She squinted to see who it was that was approaching. It was Mrs. Scrimen. Winter did a theatrical gesture with the spray paint can as Mrs. Scrimen got closer. Mrs Scrimen pushed her glasses up higher on her nose, "What is going on over here?" Mandy, clearly not use to dealing with situations like this stammered, "Nothing Mrs. Scrimen." Winter cut her off, shrugging arrogantly, "We thought this side of the school could use some decoration." Mrs. Scrimen raised her eyebrows, unamused, before walking away.
Winter tossed her head back, "Well that didn't work." Layla tried to hide her laugh. "Laugh all you want. Crossed one thing off list." Mandy quirked her head to the side, "What's on that list anyway?" Winter rubbed her hands together, "Next up is." Layla and Mandy waited, expectantly. "Getting into a fist fight." Layla began to protest, "I am not going to." Winter spoke up, "I'm not going to make either of you fight with me." Mandy sighed, "Well then how are you going to complete this task?" Winter stood for a moment, "Jax said he got into a fist fight with Sam in the gym. Maybe we could just make it look like we got into a bad fight and when people start coming to witness we could fake hit each other." Layla nodded, "Okay I'm in." Mandy laughed, "I'll be on hair and make up." Winter smirked, "Well we should head to the bathroom then."
In the bathroom, Mandy pulled out her bunny designed cosmetics bag and her comb. "You bring all that with you to school?" Winter gaped, then corrected herself in her mind before Mandy said, "Well we live here but, yeah every morning I bring it with me to the classroom." Winter furrowed her eyebrows, "Why?" Mandy smiled smugly, "Because my mom always taught me the importance of presentation." "As is the norm for the daughter of Elle Marinette," Layla teased. Winter added on, "Of course. Silly me." Mandy puffed up her chest, "Just wait 'til I blow your minds with my skills." Winter and Layla laughed as Mandy started pulling out all kinds make up that Winter was unfamiliar with. Layla perched herself on the couch that was inside the furbished bathroom and patted the seat next to her. Winter sat. Mandy got to work on Layla, making her face look terribly bruised and bloodied. Winter observed. "First we have to get the injuries to look believable." Mandy stepped back, examining her creation then she squinted. "Next is the hair." She tied Layla's hair up in a pretty knot and then started messing it up. Mandy grabbed hairspray from her bag, "To complete the look." When she was finished applying she said, "Voila." Her eyes flitted over to Winter's, "What do you think?" Winter was speechless. Mandy smirked, "I know. I'm fantastic." Winter nodded in agreement.
Mandy got closer to Winter, "Now for you." She pulled dark eye shadows from her bag, "I'm thinking of going with the 'black eye and bloody lip' look." Mandy toiled with her makeup. Winter closed her eyes and let Mandy work her magic. When Mandy's fingers started roaming through Winter's hair, Winter smiled faintly. She loved that feeling. Her mother always played with her hair to soothe her when she was growing up. "Done." Winter looked at Layla's widened eyes. Layla tugged Winter's arm and pulled her up from the lush couch as she stood. They both stared at themselves in the mirror. "Who destroyed your face?" They both giggled glancing back at Mandy, "The master of make up." Mandy tossed them both black hooded cloaks and Winter turned the fabric over in her hands, "Where did you pull this from?" She noted the hesitation in Mandy's voice as she looked at Layla. "My bag." Winter glanced at Mandy's bag with the question plain on her face. Since she didn't voice her question, Mandy pretended she didn't know. Winter narrowed her eyes and put on the cloak, her face and makeup was hidden in the shadow that the cloak created. She looked over to where Layla was doing the same. They stalked out of the bathroom discreetly and headed to the gym.
Mandy whispered to them, "Right now there's no one in the gym. The next class ends in four minutes. The students will be in the gym in six." Winter did the calculations in her head, "Which means we have less than five minutes to make ourselves look like we've actually gotten into a fight." Layla quirked her head to the right, "Five?" Winter rose her head, "There's one kid in class three that broke his leg yesterday. He's going to be able to leave class a little early to avoid traffic." Mandy tied up her hair, "I didn't notice someone was injured." Layla nodded. They made it to the gym. Winter cracked her knuckles and ripped off her cloak, "Let's do this." Layla tugged her own cloak off and handed it back to Mandy. Winter started running in place. Layla followed her lead. Mandy squinted, "What are you guys doing?" Winter explained, "Well if we've fought and ended up giving each other the injuries you made us look like we have, we would've exerted a lot of effort." Layla added on, "So we have to look tired and sweaty to make it more authentic." Layla fixated her attention on Winter as she stopped running, "When they come in, I want you to slap me." Winter didn't ask questions and nodded, resolute. Mandy kept time, "Two minutes." "Remember we have to have the same story. We're fighting because I said something offensive about you being a new student and about your mom." Winter scratched her neck, "I flipped and smacked you. Then things started getting serious and we started fighting." The sweat trickled down Winter's neck. "Thirty seconds." Winter stared at Layla, "Showtime."