The punk and the pastel ||jolly||

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the next day, molly was walking to her british politics class a few minutes late because she's cool like that, when suddenly she collided with a blur of mint and white. gabby and lindsey took the opportunity to sneak into the shadows. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

'get the fuck outta my way, flower crown.'

'ohmygosh i am so sorry senpai i wasnt looking where i was going-'

she was cut off by molly lifting her face up towards her.

'you have pretty eyes, pastel. what's your name?'
molly was infamous for being a huge flirt, and jessa knew that, but she blushed all the same.

'j-jessa.'

'well jessa,-'

molly was interrupted by a soft moan from the janitor's closet.

'gabby...'

she ripped open the door, and there stood her loyal followers, gabby and lindsey... making out! she gasped.

'oh. i fucking knew you were lesbians. continue.'

she shut the closet door, leaving labby trapped inside
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

there came a soft whisper from jessa's direction.
'otp,' and before molly could turn around and ask what the fuck an otp was, jessa was gone. she had flitted away like a smol butterfly.