>be anon
>Monday morning
>you walk in to school, expecting that purple nerd to be on your ass
>make it to your locker unharmed
>"hey Anon"
>you freeze, fucking purple smart
>you close your locker, and see her in all her glory.
>short hair, crop-top blouse, super short skirt.
>all out of dress code
>"I heard you like bad girls. I happen to be pretty bad myself."
>you giggle and roll your eyes
>"IM SERIOUS ANON! I bought cigarettes and everything."
>she takes out the pack
>she struggles with the packaging for a minute
>she looks at you sheepishly
>"Is any of this working?"
>you looks down at her
>you slowly wrap your arms around her
"I'm telling on you."
>she pushed away and looked up at you, tears welling in her eyes.
>your sober expression gives way to a smile, then a snort, then a full on fit of laughter.
"I'm sorry, Twi. You're just so goddamn adorable."
>you can't help but smile
"Take me away to your motorcycle, Jane Dean."
>"okay, you can stop now"
"Hang on, one more. You're a pupil without a cause."
>she stomps her foot and storms off towards the library.