Suffice to say, as Chica took her seat - also reinforced; she easily weighed thrice what a woman her size and shape should, possibly more, all of it pure density - she was glaring at Marco, considering how much of a fuckboy he had been earlier. It might not have been CAUSED by him, but she wasn't about to let him know that his acting like an ass when she told him was a bad idea was harmless. She leaned across to Violet and gave her a gentle kiss and a smile though.<br/><br/>"Gracias, Bella," she said, before shooting Marco a glare. "And hello jackass. Fix your ears yet?"<br/><br/>Between the spirits all about them - seriously, they were everywhere, as usual for the next couple of days - and her intentionally ragging on Marco for being a jackass, Chica nearly missed the message from her manager. She reached to her backpack - her workout outfit naturally did not have pockets for her phone - and pulled out the equally-reinforced phone to her commlink, with the strongest screen imaginable, and a top-of-the-line voice-recognition built for her alone for security purposes and ease of use without breaking the screen...<br/><br/>...and what was that on screen? 'Spooky Scary Birthday Bash?' Wait, Cerberus...?<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>"Ay chingao, Hades puta madre!" It took all of Chica's substantial willpower to keep from snapping her phone in twain and launching it into orbit... literally. "THIS is why he's a fucking pendejo! Pen-De-Jo-oh no..."<br/><br/>'Oh no' indeed, for it wasn't simply a matter of the free tickets - seriously, Manager, bigger issues at the moment! - but the fact it was viral, and that after that it was the cacophonous chorus of cellphone ringtones that drowned out even the noise of the myriad of spirits about them, and undoubtedly confused the fuck out of them too. Oh great, the bastard was outright messaging EVERYBODY...<br/><br/>...and they were so excited about it. Chica could just smile and nod and shrug like 'what can you do?' and 'Oopsie slipped my mind!'. She did however eventually excuse herself, heading out of the cafeteria and into the girl's restroom once she was sure it was empty. Was a simple enough process to simply put her foot behind the door to keep it from opening; nice and private with no windows here.<br/><br/>"Text Message to 'Manager' Contact, Body Text: Hey Lady-Who-Manages-My-Contracts, I didn't sign off on this fight, and did you see a match contract go by your desk? Hades is messing with me because he's a childish fuckboy who can't take namecalling or jokes. Just let me handle it; my schedule was clear tonight anyway for my birthday anyway. End Body Text, Send." She said into her smartphone before tucking it into her sports bra, and grabbed her comm once more. "La Mariposa to command, I assume you got the same message me and apparently the entire city did?! I don't know what Hades and his little puppy are playing at, but something tells me we need mobilize security to help manage this mess. If someone can look into this for me that'd be great since I'm you know, still at school..."<br/><br/>She sighed, wished she could punch the door she was holding shut, decided against it, and made her way out. Just getting better and better...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Yup, SOOO much 'better'.<br/><br/>"Hey Miss Latham, you remember I can barely right my name on paper without tearing a hole through the un-reinforced desk beneath it right?" Chica grumbled at the stack of paper as it plopped atop her (again, reinforced) desk. "There's a reason that I have someone help me with notes in class, Teach..."<br/><br/>Seriously, she was irritated, frustrated, pissed off about the 'match' that she was basically forced into, and behind all of that she was STILL horny but hadn't had the chance to relieve herself one way or the other. The events around chem-class were still going through her mind now and then, and so the dull ache in her loins never quite vanished throughout the classes. Heck, even the spirits in the class - the only one besides her and Miss Bitties at the blackboard - were...<br/><br/>...not... were they... planning something? Chica was paying attention as she watched a group of them - and one particular in the group - go up and blow up her teacher's skirt...<br/><br/>...oh yeah, that woman had a fine ass!<br/><br/>And yet her assumption that she'd done something to cause it STILL irritated her slightly.<br/><br/>"Si, all the way over here, where I still can't write on my homework, or move things with my mind," she replied somewhat bitterly, arms crossed before she saw a curious sight in the form of a blush and an excuse. "Wait, the<em>skirt</em>is the thing you're defensive about? Aren't you wearing shimapan?"<br/><br/>Then the gears started turning, and she sat up in the seat straight, hands gently gripping the edges of her reinforced desk.<br/><br/>"...that sounded like a tsundere line; 'It's not like I did this for you!'" she did in her best tsundere voice-acting, facial expression and all. "Miss Lasham, are you one of those otakus or something?"<br/><br/>NOW things were starting to get interesting, and with those spirits around still - she knew, she could see them - things were bound to get MORE interesting!