The all girls catholic school houses firm believers of the lord, Jesus Christ. Oh, and a bisexual atheist who's determined to get into the president of the student council's pants-- skirt, rather.
Robin sunk down next to Yohan, across from the green-eyed beauty. The conversation she arrived into was Isabelle complaining about her father helplessly. The cafeteria was buzzling as always and while she usually would have sat next to her friends at their usual table, Carrie was too pissed at her. A pissed Carrie, is not a Carrie that she would want to be in the sight of. Nu uh.
"Excuse me?"
"I would just like to point out that I'm not into daddy kinks. It's a deal-breaker. So, if you're into that, you should tell me now, Isabelle, before I pour my heart to you." Robin points her fork to Isabelle as an emphasis but the latter merely ignored her. She doesn't have time for this.
"I'm serious! You have to tell me. I'm not gonna invest my time and love for someone with a daddy kink. Nu-uh."
Feeling her face heat up, Isabelle crossed her arms defensively. "I don't have a daddy kink! Or any kink for that matter!" Any thought of those kind never even crossed her mind.
Pausing before shrugging, Robin drank from her iced coffee she picked up before school started. "Well, I guess vanilla sex is better than daddy kink."
"Can you just--stop saying that."
"What, daddy kink?"
"Yes! Stop it," Isabelle whispered harshly, staring her food down. She felt hot and she certainly knew what was going on. And no, it's not because she has a daddy kink. Not like Robin would find it appealing. But then again, who cares what Robin likes or does not like? Not Isabelle. Certainly.
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Saturday mornings aren't as eventful as any other day. Carrie slept over at Robin's, feeling too lazy to go home. Her mother never really questioned her excessive stay in Robin's house, already assuming that the two were in a "secret" relationship.
But that Saturday was not a peaceful one. No. That Saturday, the doorbell rang, disturbing the cuddling session the two best friends were having.
With a groan, Carrie stood up from the bed after being pushed by Robin. The latter was not gonna move an inch for anybody in a Saturday morning. And so the blonde grumpily opened the door, only to come face to face with the softest smile ever. The most logical thing to do, of course, is to shut the door at the said guest.
"Just a minute!" She shouted behind the door before rushing back to Robin's room. Carrie scrambled to get a hoodie and a sweat pants in replacement for her booty shorts and skin tight top that she wore. "It's Noelle."
Perplexed, Robin slowly nodded. "Where's Noelle?"
"Outside."
"You didn't let her in?"
"Well she can't see me with my tits practically popping out, can she? I had to change!"
"She can actually." Robin stayed put, watching her best friend frantically combing her hair and straightening her hoodie.
"She'll think I'm a slut!"
"I thought you said you were."
"Yes, but not in front of Noelle!"
"Why not?"
"Because she's Noelle! Come on Robin, keep up." Before Robin can even say anything, the blonde was already on her way down to greet the younger girl, who was patiently waiting for someone to open the door.
In a matter of seconds, the two came inside Robin's bedroom. Apparently, Noelle only dropped by to give Robin the demo of a recent song she composed. She wasn't planning to stay long as she had other errands to do.
"I'll drive you home," Robin offered, imagining the younger one getting robbed or something. Her innocent face makes her an easy target. Everyone in the band was always protective of Noelle, especially Robin.
"No, it's okay. I don't want to be a bother. Thank you, though." Noelle soft voice put Carrie into trance that she just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the other girl. It was too obvious to anybody who was observing them. Thankfully for her (or not), Robin had a brilliant idea.
"Well, in that case, Carrie will take you home." She pushed her bestfriend roughly to Noelle, who was able to hold and steady her.
"Wha--"
"She's on her way home anyway. Now shoo!" With a couple more pushes, she successfully got rid of the two, receiving the middle finger from her best friend when Noelle wasn't looking.
At the sight of the two entering the car, Robin grinned proudly as she dust her hands together. My god, I'm so good at this.
