Tiffany blew out her last puff of nicotine before getting off the hood of her best friend's boyfriend's car. She looked back into the window where she saw the two kissing again. Waving her arms trying to earn the attention of anyone of them, she huffed realising she was going to have to walk to class alone.
Her brown eyes scanned the overpopulated prison trying to find someone she knew in her next class. The redhead couldn't spot anyone that was decent until the familiar Byers boy standing alone, per usual.
After fighting Demogorgons to find her cousin and his little brother, she found to be good friends with Johnathan. He helped her over the fact Barb was dead and only a handful of people know that. He was the second closest thing after Nancy.
Squeezing her way passed the brain-dead hormone carriers, Tiffany tapped him on the shoulder a grin plastering her flawless face. "I thought your mum hated that shade of lipstick." Johnathan gave his friend a hug.
"I thought I told you not to worry about what my mum says." Tiffany's mother, Mary was a drunk, drug abuser. Although she was never hit, some of the things that Mary says are hurtful.
"Sorry about that, you know you can always stay at mine." Only Johnathan and Nancy know about her mother's addiction as Mary was one really good actress.
"Between Bob time." Tiffany tapped his chest. "I'll pass." She walked into her class where she was somewhat early. The nerds in their seats talking about nerdy type things. Also a few others, the shruggers, the ones who never participated just sat there and reacted.
Tiffany stood by the window taking out a cigarette and using her favourite lighter, a pink one that has her initials on it. Taking a long puff she felt it being snatched out of her hands. She turned to face them with an annoyed look to see it was someone she has never seen anywhere. "Hey, there princess." The blonde mullet and the icy blue eyes made Tiff want to melt, but she stood her ground. The new nickname came from the letter tatted on her trousers. He blew a puff in her face, herself instantly inhaling it. Of course herself a smoker she didn't cough or gag but her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy. She took the stick of nicotine back, herself sticking out her tongue to put it out.
Tiff made her way back to her seat one leg crossed over the other as she heard the bell go. Billy looked behind him where he saw Tiffany glaring holes into the back of his head and he began smirking at her. Looking back to the front is where she saw the teacher fumbling around with his briefcase. "Hello class, I'm Mr Winston and you're in English Literature."
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There was one minute left on the clock which Tiff was just glaring at as well as Billy Hargrove every once in a while, himself making sexual references to Tiffany about her body and what he would do to it. It made her shiver. It was a good kind, however, she despised it.
"Before you all leave it is on the syllabus that you must to a paired presentation/ case study about the play, Blood Brothers, and Shakespeare's Macbeth, talking about the links between them. Talk about themes, the writer's intentions, the reader's point of view. At the front is where you'll see the pair of who you are working with because I'm that teacher."
Mr Winston got more and more relaxed by the second, soon becoming the strict teacher everyone was soon to hate.
Tiffany slowly packed away her things as she got up and walk towards the door not bothering with the sheet of paper. "Slow your roll, Joanie." Billy slings his arm over her shoulder. Herself looking at it in disgust, flicking it off.
"I have a name, it's not princess and it sure as hell isn't Joanie. I know you are new here but I am known as the queen of the drab high because I am not a Joanie, stud."
