𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

✦・13

— "Wait so you two didn't fuck?"

Monday rolls back around and it's refreshing to finally be in the presence of your best friend again, enduring class from the back like any other day. Personally you were just as surprised as her.

You were so used to having people tearing into you the second you dropped the first hint but with Kenma..he liked to give you a taste of your own medicine, teasing you just as relentlessly as you did with him.

You were thinking too much about what he had said about trust to fit in a thought about fucking any how.
"No, but I beat his ass as Kirby in Super Smash" you recounted your very lengthy night of button mashing with Kenma, the laughter and bickering still ringing in your ears as you spill it all in the back of the classroom while you discretely coat your nails in a fresh coat.

"How do you get bodied by Kirby?" As strong as he is, but with the variety of charecters in Super Smash he's definitely not the strongest.

"That's what I'm saying!" You keep your voice low "But Beverly Hills? That beats a night at Olive Garden any day"

"Oh please, it was nothing but shopping centers I didn't have the money to buy from—shit's expensive as hell even for you"

"You at least window shopped, yeah?"

"When people weren't giving me dirty looks"

"Shiit..Imma need you to drop some names and faces cause ain't no way" you were always quick to Natsu's defense

"Don't worry, I had my own personal guard dog" she's referring to her boyfriend with a wink

"As long as you had fun" you sigh, capping the nail polish bottle that you kept in place between your thighs, screwing it shut before subtly blowing on the finished product. Sitting in the backs had it's benefit, a refreshing change from the rest of your classes you were pushed to the front in.

"I did, besides the annoying ass neighbors" She chews on the gum you had tossed her "Why does this guy talk so much? The only thing I've understood so far was 'don't forget to get rid of the remainder'" She groans, leaning into her palms in frustration.

"Don't worry I swapped notes with this cutie in Bio and everything in the unit is pretty simple if you get rid of all the extra shit he adds in" you assure her, holding out your nails for the much needed polish drying. It was a nice way to waste the very tediously long class. "He just be doing too much"

The cutie in Bio just so happened to be the younger sister of one of your older friends so it wasn't hard to start conversation with her and go over your notes with one another.

"You hungover?" You finally ask the slouching girl who, on any other day, would hold the posture of a ruler—glasses clear and clean, uniform ironed out and her complaints at a minimum. Right now the girl was hovering her face two inches from the desk, her glasses in her lap as she runs her hands over her face.

Though her uniform was pristine and intact as always it was still pretty evident that she had an eventful weekend.

"Is it that obvious?" She winces. You were so used to her good girl act it almost made you laugh how fucked up you could only imagine she had gotten up in Beverly Hills. Rich folks, Rich taste, Rich bottles. It was evident all over that expression of hers.