56: Locked

A short black hair was sitting under a canopy near the field, she wasn't doing much, but she was bringing a lot of male attention when Thomas Dale just showed up. The guys, seeing they had been beaten by Thomas' presence, dispersed. She sipped her drink.

"The Big Loser, to what do I owe this pleasure?" She said with a smirk as Thomas stared at her blankly, he didn't look amused, not in the slightest. "You are certainly a brave one." She chuckled as she leaned forward, "Unlike you, I have the credibility to back up my braveness. What do you want?"

Thomas looked her up and down before speaking, "You know. I know you are strong, I also know what you are. I know you're strong. Possibly the strongest here." He said in a matter-of-fact tone, "And?" She enquired as she leaned back, the sun shining.

"I want your talents. This school used to be great, the greatest ever. I want to mould this school into the legendary hero-maker it is. And I want your talents." She thought about it as she leaned back, "What do you say Crina?" She just chuckled as she thought about this offer.

"What's in it for me?" She asked as a devious smile formed on her face; as she sipped her drink, her eyes locked on Thomas. "Who do you hate the most?" Crina laughed as she thought about her answer, "I don't hate anyone but I'm not fond of Ben."

Thomas was shocked for the most part but he hid his expression, "Why not?" She laughed, "He's made no attempts to reach out to me, it's like everything in his life is just fighting and becoming the greatest that ever will be."

Ben chuckled as they sat back; Princess Jasmine sat at the table and felt annoyed and helpless, "What are you doing with this skank?"