"Where the fuck is Sol anyway? It's almost 1pm, she should've been done with detention by now..." asked Alabama as she was stuffing her mouth with food.

"No idea," shrugged Friction nonchalantly.

"Urgh," whined the cowgirl, "She still hasn't returned me money she used on that poster with those Korean femboys or something. I'll find her after lunch."

Friction turned back to her lunch and began eating again, relieved that Sol wasn't disturbing the silence with her chipmunk voice.

***

After Alabama finished her lunch, she sent Sol a text for the seventh time in that hour. The first two were left on read, and the rest weren't't even read at all. "She thinks she can get away with this just because she helped me win? Go to hell, Sol!" Then, she got up.

Her heels clacked as she walked up the staircase to the floor where the detention classroom was, she peeped into the classroom. The lights were off, and nobody was there. "Yea, I saw Ebony and Martina in the cafeteria..." she thought.

Alabama sent a handful more texts, "Sol?" "Sol?" "Where r u?"...

"Have you seen a short blonde girl with pigtails?"

"Nope."

"Have you seen a girl with ridiculously large and sparkly yellow eyes and disproportionately long legs?"

"Can't say I have..."

Alabama panted as her long blonde hair began to stick onto her sweaty neck, she leaned on the wall and took a rest. "Shit, my Sue powers are starting to fade!" she whined.

"AHHHH!" a high-pitched voice screamed.

"What the..." mumbled Alabama. The cowgirl walked towards the source of the scream, it led her to the door of the disabled toilet. She pressed her ear to the door, the screams got more and more familiar, and there was one more voice, "Will you take your words about Alabama having the freedom to love whoever she wants now?"

"No!"

The sound of splashing water came afterwards.

"Sol?" gasped the eavesdropping cowgirl. Alabama took two big steps back and kicked the door open. "Sol!!!"

There were three people inside the toilet. There was red lipstick girl pulling Sol's blonde pigtails, and there was also Ingy, who was standing beside the two. All three of them turned towards Alabama.

Ingy's brown eyes instantly got teary at the sight of Alabama, "Get lost, whore! Nobody wants you here!"

"There's nothing to see here." said the red lipstick girl indifferently.

"Alabama!" gasped Sol as she was choking from all that toilet water.

"What are y'all doing here?"

Just as Sol was about to open her mouth, Ana gagged her.

"She was defending you and your home-wrecking ways, you bitch!" screeched Ingy as she was poking Alabamas chest with her finger. "I guess you should thank this little rat."

The "little rat"'s yellow eyes were in tears as she looked at Alabama.

Alabama sighed and closed her eyes, "Why didn't Francis tell me about Ingy in the first place?" she thought. She held out one hand and her sparkling guitar materialised on the palm of her hand. She opened her eyes again, "A thank you song for Sol," she said as she strummed her guitar.

"Yeeee!" squealed Alabama as she dropped her now fiery guitar on the floor, "You didn't need to do that, you bastard!" she yelled as she ran forward, aiming her fist to Ana's face.

Ana dodged, and Alabama's hand was magically cuffed to the rail next to the toilet seat.

"Transform, Sol!" said Alabama.

Sol was already running towards the door. Ingy tried to catch her, but because of her broken arm, she lost balance and fell onto the ground.

"In the name of the su-"

A slender figure with long brown hair walked in, it was none other than Yui. She caught Sol's arm, who was already panting powerlessly. "You two shouldn't have made a scene." she looked down at her friend, "Ingy, you should really control your emotions." She yanked Sol's hand onto the ground and she scurried away.

Alabama followed Sol, "Let's go back to the dorm, you literally smell like shit."

Sol nodded and smiled, "Arigato, friend."

"You aren't trying to get away with not returning me money are you?"

"What? I totally forgot!" exclaimed Sol, "By the way, I think we have big news for Friction and Principal Yu."

Alabama nodded, and the two girls hurried back to the comfort of ROOM 014.