Tina’s closet was filled with an array of clothes and accessories made from all her favorite designers. Baby Phat, Coach, Gucci, Juicy Couture, Coco Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Armani, etc. Each time she would slide the door open, it was a miracle she wasn’t swamped in silk, cotton, and denim. It was well organized from winter clothes to summer clothes. You could probably guessed which season had the most. *cough*Summer*cough* But of course, only a few of her clothes were considered school appropriate.

She stood in front of it, clad in Victoria Secret’s bra and panties, trying to pick out what to wear this afternoon before Bette arrived. She forced Henry to drop her off right before his football practice. At fifth perod, she was able to convince the head captain that she had to bring her grades up, scared to confess that a tutor was needed. She finally relented in wearing a spaghetti stap halter top with faded denim  capris. Tina didn’t know why but she really wanted to impress Bette.

DING-DONG

Tina scampered to the door, almost knocking the door down. She calmed herself down for two seconds before opening the door.

"Hello Tina," Bette said as she grinned with her lips. She was a little nervous and decided to made a plan on the bus ride home that she would try to not to talk as much. She was wearing a tan sweater dress with leggings and high boots. She too ran home trying to "dress to impress." In her arms were her Geometry book fom 8th grade, a calculator, and a spiral notebook. Tucked behind her ear was a pencil. "I’m Bette Porter." She outstetched her arm.

Tina smiled and shook her hand. ‘Damn, that is one fine woman. She’s so soft.’

"Yeah, I have four classes with you. I think you know me from Biology."

"Yeah…Biology…" Bette coughed out.

Tina face-palmed herself. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Like I’m not against gay people. You know…do you want to come in? You can remove your shoes."

Bette nodded and Tina stepped aside. She bent over to remove her boots and Tina gulped at the wonderful view she was getting. Her leggings shaped her…..

"Tina, you okay?" Bette asked, a little flustered for getting up too quick.