In her jeans and red jumper, Tiffany figured out that the reason Nancy left her at her locker, is because she was ditching her and not to get her pencil case from English. Tiff hugged herself as she waited patiently for a ride. She believes it is too much work to get a licence.
"Hey sweetcheeks, need a ride?" Tiff internally groaned as she heard the voice of Billy. She turned around swiftly but gave a stiff smile.
"Not from you." She retorted in her sing song voice.
"Don't be like that princess." He fakely pouts. "Come on it's just a ride..." Tiffany gave him a look. "Fine then, just stay out here in the cold, in them really, really tight jeans." Billy's hand went to her ass giving it a hard smack.
"Asshole." She mutters. "Fine, you know whatever. But try anything funny..."
"No promises." Tiffany groaned. "But we have to wait for a little rat."
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After waiting for thirty minutes a red head with a skateboard began to appear.
Throughout those thirty minutes. Tiff had almost set Billy on fire because of how much he annoyed her with the sexual remarks.
Billy just loved infuriating her, the way her nose flares and the way she runs her hands her hair out of her face. The way she got flustered when she would mess up her words. How she messes with the ends of her hair when she smokes.
"You're late again." Billy practically growled when Max got into the back, whereas Tiffany was in the passenger.
"Yeah, I had to get catch-up homework." The younger red head girl muttered eyeing Tiffany as she had a cigarette hanging from her mouth.
"Jesus. I don't care. You're late again, and you're skating home. Do you hear me?"
"Oh, so you are a fucking ass to everyone." Billy just glared at her while Tiff just blew a puff of nicotine into his face.
"God, this place is such a shithole." Billy comments as Tiffany just played with her lighter.
"It's not that bad." Max says shrugging while looking the view.
"No?" Billy begins to open the window as he shuts his nose. "Mmm! You smell that, Max? That's actually shit. Cow shit." Tiffany shut the window rolling her eyes.
"I don't see any cows." Max retorted.
"Clearly, you haven't met the high-school girls." Billy looked at Tiffany who just glared and gave him the finger. Max scoffs at her brother's attitude. "So what, you like it here now?"
"No."
"Then why are you defending it?"
"I'm not." Max quickly answered.
"Sure sounds like it."
"It's just we're stuck here, so..." Max trailed off.
"Hmm. You're right. We're stuck here. And whose fault is that?" Billy started to become irritated.
"Yours." Max muttered lowly, although it was still slightly audible.
"What'd you say?"
"Nothing."
"Billy just leave it alone." Tiffany felt the tension but Billy just ignored her.
"Did you say it's my fault?"
"No." Max became scared.
"You know whose fault it is. Say it. Max say it." Billy's face became red. "Say it!!!" He screamed in her face, facing her in the back seat completely.
