‘Yes, she knew it would come down to this, it’s not even a month and she had broken it off with Dana, who apparently was barely able to cope with it, she thought something was wrong, but hey it was high school what was she suppose to expect.’

‘Bette counted down the time before the last name finally moved to the ‘M’s and so on.



She pushed off the lockers and fixed up her vest and hair, eyes fallowing her and whistling to her body.’

‘Her eyes scorched those who dared touch her and try to ask her for more than what they really needed.’

‘Like her number for example.’

She moved closer to the line and stood, shifting her weight to on leg every twelve seconds. She bobbed her head to an irresistible song to past the time, even humming it to the beating of her head.

‘She felt a finger poke her, an annoying thing she hated more than worn shoes, she groaned and twisted on her heal and looked at the figure who had their hands on her.

‘Her throat suddenly became dry, needing water or some sort of liquid to help the clogged feeling.’

‘The blonde, blue eyed woman in front of her stood only two inches under her.