Alright, wow two stories in one night. That is really something huh? Anyways this is the rewrite of Winx Highschool: Winx vs Specialist, now called Rivals. I'm probably going to finish this story in like fifteen chapters, With or Without you in ten, and Cinders, my second newest story in as many chapters there are in the books, probably, maybe less chapters since I usually write long chapters. As for information for Amicix: Hidden Secrets the Sequel, I will probably post information about it on Thanksgiving as a reveal about it and to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving. Onto another topic, I won't be updating any stories next week since I will not be at my home.

Ok so enjoy the rewrite and I don't own Winx Club.

There was something about Monday mornings that always were upsetting, be it that it was the start of a new week or the fact that after two days of relaxation they had to be getting up early to return to reality. It was early, too early for Bloom to be out of bed, much less trying to wake herself up for school. It was these mornings that made Bloom despise school, not that she was special amongst every classmate who felt the same way.

She took a sip of her coffee, in hope that the substance would at least wake her up for first period. She wouldn't be so tired if someone hadn't blasted their music into the wee hours in the morning. Her neighbor just loved to do that to her, annoying her in every instance said person got. "Late night?" Flora questioned from her perch on the stool of the island, seated across from Bloom.

Bloom nodded, "Yeah. Sky Evans insisted on playing whatever that noise he calls music until like three in the morning." She wrinkled her nose at the thought of her personal rival. She rubbed her temple, feeling an ache building due to being sleep-deprived. The very fact that he did that only made her even more excited at getting revenge. "I hope Tecna and Musa came up with something to get them back for last Friday." Bloom winced at the memory, it had been that kind of night.

Flora nodded her head, taking a bite from her apple. "Me too. They've just been so disrespectful to us and it's not so funny anymore." She said. At first, she had been nice to them but they just kept pushing it further and further, digging their own grave until she gave up on the idea of them stopping. Her own rival had been incredibly cruel to her and plain rude, constantly calling her a hippie because of her love of nature.

Bloom rolled her eyes, "When was it ever funny?" She asked, "Even though the rest of the school, including the bimbos, think that such petty things are hilarious." She scoffed at the thought of that. So what, they had made fools of themselves, it wasn't like their entire lives were ruined, there was such thing as beyond high school. Flora said nothing in response, there was nothing that could be said to defend those boys.

Flora slung her bag over her shoulder, grabbing her phone off the counter and checking her notifications. She sighed, clicking the screen off and sliding the device into her back pocket. Bloom raised a questioning eyebrow at the action but said nothing, slinging her own bag over her shoulder. "We should go." Bloom said grabbing an apple after scanning the fruit bin. "Are we picking anyone up?" She inquired.

Flora nodded her head. "Yeah. Musa needs a lift, since somebody tp'd her car." It was obvious who that somebody was and it was obvious Musa was going to be in a sour mood due to his actions. Bloom nodded her head, both girls slipping out the side door and running to Bloom's car, the crisp air surrounding them the moment they left the indoors. Flora buckled herself in as Bloom started the car, putting the car in reverse before backing out of the driveway.

She slammed on the brakes suddenly as a sports car sped past, halting them in their path, "Assholes." Bloom muttered under her breath as Flora placed a hand on her chest to steady her breathing patterns. "You ok, Flo?" Bloom asked, eyeing her with concern as Flora nodded her head and Bloom finally pulled out of the driveway. Her knuckles had whitened around the steering wheel, "I can't believe they did that!" She seethed as they drove out of the neighborhood.

Flora nodded her head, "Me neither. That was really dangerous, what would have happened if you hadn't slammed on the brakes? We would have crashed, and somebody could have gotten seriously hurt." Flora crossed her arms, her own temper towards the jerks was ticking, if they did one more thing, she knew she would snap. She took a deep breath, trying to ease her frazzled nerves.

"I know right. I really hope the other girls have a plan." Bloom said as they pulled into Musa's neighborhood, the blue-haired teen standing at the end of her driveway, an annoyed and pissed off expression on her face. Musa climbed into the backseat of the car. "Hey Musa, how was your weekend?" Bloom asked as she drove out of the neighborhood. Musa gritted her teeth, putting her hands on the chairs and gripping them tightly.

"You'll never believe what that asshole did! He fucking tp'd my damn car! I'm going to kill him the minute we get into school! Oh, and guess what else, he tried to fucking dump mud on me, good thing I stepped back in time." Musa scowled, pulling her phone out and unlocking the device. "I'm going to text Tec. We are getting revenge right now." Musa announced as she typed furiously on her phone, her phone chiming seconds later.

Flora sighed. "Any hope that you'll stop cursing for a little bit." She said, wincing at the amount of foul language Musa could use in only a few sentences.

Musa shook her head, "Hell no. At least, not until I can beat the living shit out of Riven Anderson." She tapped her chin thoughtfully, a devious smile forming on her face at the idea of doing as she said. "And even then, I have plenty of people on my list. So, once I'm done with that list." She patted Flora's head.

"So, never."

"Precisely." Musa responded as Bloom parked the car in the school parking lot. She checked her phone, "The girls are inside, they're waiting for us by the girls' bathroom." She said, sliding her phone into her back pocket. Musa winced as she slung her bag over both shoulders, Bloom quirked an eyebrow at the action. "What? It's heavy." She handed it to Bloom as Bloom almost dropped it.

"What's in there? Bricks?" Bloom asked, handing the bookbag back to Musa, rubbing her arms. Her eyes widened, "Don't tell me you brought bricks to throw at them." She whispered fiercely as Flora's eyes widened as well, not believing Musa would ever do such a thing, it didn't seem like Musa was capable of going that far.

"Relax. There aren't bricks in the bag, just cans of paint." Musa pouted at the accusation in their eyes.

"Cans of paint? Why do you have cans of paint?" Flora asked curiously.

Bloom rolled her eyes, "That's the plan, throwing paint on them. When are we even going to throw paint on them? When they all are at their lockers?" She deadpanned as Musa scowled in response.

"Well, why don't you come up with something in an hour. We'll see how far you get." Musa remarked as they walked up the steps, some girls walked past them giggling and looking over at them. Musa scowled. "What? What are you looking at?" She gave them each a singular death glare as they scurried off, afraid of the musical teen.

Flora made a tsking noise, "Musa, you do not need to be so mean to them." She said in a scolding tone as she pushed open the front door. "I'm sure they were just curious and whatever they were talking about had nothing to do with us." Flora pointed out, even though she didn't believe that for a single minute.

Bloom scoffed, "Yeah right. They're probably followers of whatever those girls call themselves." She remarked, walking over to her locker and entering her combination. "So, where are the rest of the girls?" She asked after placing the books she would need later in her locker and getting out the books she needed now.

Musa checked her phone, "They're running late again. Apparently, a certain brunette did something to Stella's clothes this morning." Musa said as she slid her phone into her pocket and practically threw her books into her mess of a locker. Musa slammed her locker closed and leaned against it, smirking slightly. "I really hope they get here soon, so that we can start our little plan of revenge."

"And what is this plan of revenge?" Bloom asked, "Because from what I gather, all you have is the idea to throw paint at them."

"Well obviously we're going to put the paint in their lockers." Musa remarked, "Tecna already hacked into the system and got their locker combinations so once we have lunch we are totally going to do this." Musa explained, sorting through her notes to see if she missed anything. "Damn it. I forgot to do the science homework." She said pulling out the crinkled piece of paper as she sighed.

Flora rolled her eyes. "Musa, you need to start doing your homework. Anyways here's my copy, you better have it copied before third period." Flora sorted through her much neater piles of notebooks and gave her the piece of paper as Musa grabbed a pen from off the floor that had been kicked over and began filling out their homework. "I'm not even going to say anything about that." She said raising an eyebrow.

"Hey girls." Aisha walked over, spinning in her locker combination. Tecna and Stella following after her as they wormed their way through the flurry of students. Tecna was jotting down some numbers on a piece of paper while Stella looked downright pissed and spots of mud were already on her bookbag and her hair sort of damp.

"I'm guessing Brandon did the same mud thing that Riven tried to do. Aren't those boys just so hilarious." Musa said shaking her head at the actions of the two boys. Stella nodded her head in agreement, cursing under her breath as she entered her combination. "Don't worry Stell, we've got a plan to get them back, and it's going to be really funny." Musa said, unzipped her bag that she had stashed inside of her locker to reveal the several cans of paint.

Stella raised an eyebrow, "I'll explain everything to you in History." Bloom promised, "Well we better get going, or else the History teacher will throw a fit." She half-smiled since her older sister was said history teacher. Stella grabbed her books and followed Bloom down the hallway, trying to dodge people who were chatting with each other, their voices not quite loud but loud enough to cause a few teachers to hush some of them.

"I've got to get to chorus." Musa said, smiling slightly since she had her favorite subject first, rather than having it later and some other boring thing first. "See you in English, Aisha." She waved before disappearing into the crowd of students. Flora shut her locker and rubbed her temple slightly, a slight head ache pounding in her ears.

"Are you ok?" Aisha asked as Flora nodded, responding with a weak smile. Aisha gave her best friend a look before sighing. "I got to run to physical fitness 4, and I would hate to have to run laps again for being late." She said before making her way along the crowd.

Tecna slid her phone into her pocket. "Let's get to English." She said as Flora nodded her head in agreement, the majority of the crowd had already dispersed the chatter dying off as they were yelled at to get to class. Flora glanced down the hallway before following after Tecna to the English classroom.

Lunch was crowded, students talking much louder than they were during the first few moments of the day. "Hey girls." Flora greeted as she and Stella both slid into their seats at the circular table. The rest of the girls retorted with similar answers other than Musa, who was almost vacuuming down her food. "Musa?" She asked as Musa glanced up, swallowing the big bite of food, "Why are you eating so fast?"

Musa rolled her eyes. "We have to hurry up and finish if we want to get this prank going." She responded with her mouth full of food.

"Eww." Stella cringed. "Can you at least swallow your food before you talk? And plus, we still have an hour left of lunch." Stella pointed out, sliding her gaze over to the standard clock on the wall above the door, before taking a small bite of her sandwich and swallowing. "Aside from that, where do you guys want to have our monthly Winx Club slumber-party?" She asked, changing the subject.

"I'm sure we can have it at my house." Bloom informed them. "My mom loves having you guys over so I'm sure my parents won't mind a bit." She thought aloud before shaking her head. "And, we still have an entire week to plan this Stell." She pointed out.

Stella nodded her head. "A week is not enough time, and besides would you rather sort this out on Friday rather than today?" She asked as Bloom shook her head, taking a curly fry from Flora's tray. The doors were suddenly thrown open and a familiar group of boys walked in along with their so-called 'girlfriends.' "Oh hooray, look who just killed my mood." Stella said giving her rival a death glare.

Aisha crossed her arms. "Oh, you won't believe what Nabu did over the weekend. His parents came over to my house and you know what, he pretended we were friends. Yuck. Eww. There is no way in hell I'm going to be friends with the sociopath." She gripped her plastic fork tightly in her hands and gave him a death glare.

"All the more reason to get revenge." Musa pointed out, finished with her food. "Now hurry up eating so that we can do this. We don't have all day." She said, standing up to dump her tray. Tecna stood up as well, walking with Musa as they both dumped their trays. "Flora, you should probably eat something." She said, raising an eyebrow as Flora seemed to be staring off into space.

"Huh? What?" Flora responded, blinking repeatedly as she glanced around.

Aisha leaned forward. "Flo, what's going on. You've been like this for weeks. Is everything ok?" She asked as Flora sighed and shook her head, dropping her face into her hands.

"What's wrong?" Stella asked with a concerned note in her voice.

Flora glanced back up again. "It's just, my sister is really sick. I'm getting so worried about her and it's been keeping me up at night. Plus, with all the drama with the boys, it has just made me really tired. That's all." She said, sighing her head, tears building up in her eyes as Aisha and Bloom rubbed her back. "Thanks girls. I'm lucky to have such good friends." She said as the girl smiled at each other.

"Hey. We're all lucky to have each other." Stella said. "I mean, where would you guys be without me, probably with no fashion sense what-so-ever." She flipped her hair dramatically as Bloom elbowed her but laughed anyways.

Musa groaned. "Are you girls almost done eating?" She idly tapped her nails on the table impatiently.

"Well I'm done." Aisha announced standing up as Flora finished eating her fries and stood up as well, both girls walking to the trashcan and dumping their trays. "Look Flora, I may not agree with who you like, but you need to tell the girls soon. It's adding onto your plate." Aisha whispered as they walked back and Flora sighed but nodded her head, her gaze going over to a certain someone before she returned her gaze to her friends.

"Ok, ok, we're ready." Bloom laughed once they approached the table as Musa threw her hands up in the air, cheering slightly. "Now stop it, we already have enough attention on us as it is." She gave Musa a playful glare as Musa rolled her eyes and put her hands down.

"Who cares?" Stella flipped her hair, smiling. "They're probably just looking at how amazing we look." She winked at the rest of the girls and they just shook their heads at her, smiling at her antics.

"Now, let's go." Musa exclaimed, dragging Aisha to her feet and pushing her to the door. "Hurry up slowpokes." She hollered over her shoulder causing a teacher to give her a disapproving look and she just waited until he turned his attention to something else before flicking him off.

"Musa!" Flora said in a scolding tone as they walked out of the door leading into the hallway. "You can't just flick off teachers for yelling at you." She reprimanded.

Musa rolled her eyes. "I just did." She said walking over to her locker and pulling her bookbag out as Aisha did the same. "Now Tecna, onto the lockers." She said as Tecna glanced at a nearby locker number before pointing in a certain direction. "Now, let's hurry up. I really don't want to get caught for this before something happens." She said as she rushed down the hallway, the rest of the girls having no choice but to run after her before Tecna led them to six certain lockers.

"Alright, pick a locker and let's get started." Aisha said as she glanced at the notes Tecna had jotted down, thankfully on six separate sheets of paper before spinning the locker combination in and opening the locker. "Who has the string?" She asked as Tecna pulled string out of her bag, using scissors to cut a piece before handing it to Aisha. Aisha pulled a screw driver out of her pocket before opening the purple-colored paint and taping the string to it before closing it with some semi-strong tape and placing it on a shelf.

"Alright, anyone need any help?" Tecna asked, finished with her locker before she closed it, trying her best to be careful as to not ruin the surprise. Stella raised a hand as Tecna went over to help her with the lime green-colored paint that Stella was putting in the locker. Tecna checked her watch. "We should probably go; the boys will be here in four minutes and fifty-six seconds." She informed the group.

Musa finished with her locker and closed the door, "Alright, let's go." She said, helping Flora to close her locker while Aisha helped Bloom close hers. They all hurried around the corner once they heard approaching voices. "Anyone have anything to eat?" She asked as Flora sighed and handed her a bag of chips, giving the rest of the groups ones figuring they had some sort of plan over the weekend.

"I got to get my wallet." They could hear Sky say as the group turned the corner. "Did you see how the pathetic Winx were acting today?" He scoffed walking over to his locker. "It was hilarious, I can't wait to prank them again soon. Who knows? Maybe ruin their social life even more." He said cockily as Bloom peaked around the corner and mouthed a curse word at him.

"Logically, they're probably planning some stupid way to get us back." Timmy informed the group as he walked over to his locker. Tecna just scoffed at him using that word in a sentence, their rivalry went further into who was the most intelligent person not so much as pranks and other things. "So, Helia, how have things been going with Krystal?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Boring." Helia said as he too walked over to his locker.

"Is it me or is that your response for everything these past couple of weeks?" Brandon asked raising an eyebrow. "Anyways, Riven did splashing Musa with mud work out, because I definitely got Stella. It was so fun too, she was so pissed. Ah, good times." He smirked as he walked over to his locker that was next to Sky's. The only reason they really had those lockers was because they were popular not because the staff had assigned them that locker.

Musa pulled out her cellphone and held it around the corner, the boys too distracted to notice the camera aimed at them. "No, the bitch moved out of the way." Riven scowled as he opened his locker to get coated in bright pink paint. Musa had to bit her lip to prevent from bursting into laughter as the rest of the boys opened their lockers to get coated in paint. "What the literal fuck?" He growled, lifting up his shirt.

Stella couldn't help it, she burst into laughter as the rest of the Winx followed suit. "Ah good times." Stella mocked walking around the corner before she dissolved into more laughter. The rest of the Winx walking around the corner as well. "Musa, are you posting that?" She asked as Musa nodded her head, typing onto her phone furiously. The boys were too shocked to even move as paint dripped down the front of them.

Sky wiped some bright blue paint from his forehead. "Are you fucking kidding me? Do you realize how expensive these shoes are?" He growled as he bent down over his precious dark blue rich-kid shoes.

Bloom rolled her eyes. "Well then maybe you shouldn't wear expensive shoes to school or at all if you don't want them to get ruined." She pointed out. "'I can't wait to prank them again soon. Who knows? Maybe ruin their social life even more.'" Bloom said using her fingers to quote him, she laughed. "Yeah right, seems your own social life is going down the drain. But don't worry I'm sure Diaspro will still sleep with you." She pouted mockingly.

"You bitches are going to fucking pay for this." Brandon growled as he tried to wipe lime-green paint off his forehead.

Stella cut him off before he could make any more threats he would seriously regret. "Maybe you should wash that paint off soon, who knows it might actually leave remnants on you." She said before she laughed to herself imagining him with green paint on his skin. "You'd put the wicked witch of the west to shame Brandon." She taunted.

"Shut the hell up." Brandon snapped back, having nothing else to say.

"Or you'll what? Just remember Brandon, you were the one who pranked us last week and this is just the beginning of revenge. You haven't seen anything yet." Stella snapped, glaring at him, her eyes dancing with fire as she crossed her arms.

"I'm covered in bright purple paint." Nabu snapped. "At least you are in a somewhat manly color, not fucking bright purple." He glared at Brandon before giving Aisha a death glare as she only smirked back at him.

Riven threw his hands up. "Lime green? Purple? At least you're not covered in fucking bright pink paint. And you know what, Musa, I will get revenge and when I do you are not going to like it." He threatened as Musa walked over to him and gave him her own death glare, not at all deterred by his threat.

She put her hands on her hips. "And I will get revenge after that so shut the fuck up while you're ahead because I will win this." She smirked at him. "If I were you I would probably get going, wouldn't want anyone to see Riven in pink. People might actually start questioning things." Musa said as she walked away and Riven gave her a death glare.

"We're not finished here." Timmy swore before he stormed off, going into the direction of the men's showers at the pool. The rest of the boys following after him, giving their rival a death glare. The girls left as well, smirking at the boys as they went. Flora turned around as Helia did the same thing and they shared a look that said a thousand things before turning around and following their friends.