Test results came back earlier than they expected. Of course, Tina got all the correct answers except for the bonus question. But still she got five extra points, and which she figured was because of actually helping “the bad kid” with it. If she had it all correct, one certain brunette must be gloating with her full marks so she turned her head slightly to look at the sheet with an arrogant signature “BP” on.

There was an A-.

It confused her. Bette should have had all the right answers. So she started her investigation. And she found out that Bette hadn’t revised her incorrect answers, and the one she didn’t know how to solve, she had the formula written down but never the number. Looking up at the mocha colored girl, Tina felt her chest tense.

Bette was serious, was honest, and was the best person the blonde had ever known. Her honesty made Tina’s heart ache. ‘How could anybody try to frame a girl like that? How could she do that to her? Bette, oh sweet, sweet Bette, she deserves much better…’ Suddenly, she became all sullen, hesitating about talking to the brunette.

As Tina shuffled in the hallway, people were observing her, some in front of her even said: “Here she comes! Give way to Misses Porter!” The girls in Marymount had been calling her “Misses Porter”, or “Porter’s girl”, or something equally stating her special relationship with Bette. She did not know when it started exactly, and the brunette seemed to have acquiesced in the title. Nobody dared to mess with her now. The only downside of this was that she could always receive flaming eyes from the groupies of Bette. But since none of those people Tina considered worth making friend with, she just shrugged it off completely.

“Misses Porter?” An unrecognizable voice penetrated the crowds.

Tina turned to see who was talking. There stood a dark skinned girl with wild curly hair and heavy make-up, whose facial feature somehow resembled one certain brunette that she had already known so well. “I’m sorry…” She was a bit embarrassed. “My name is Tina Kennard. Don’t call me that please.”

“Well, that’ll be too weird if you still keep the maid name when you get married. Imagine ‘Tina Kennard Porter’, ugh.” The girl crossed her arms in front of her chest and eyed up the blonde with great interest.