Outcasts

Questioning

"Don't do it." Glynda says, laying on her stomach utop her dark green bedspread.

Winter turns her head to look at Glynda from a chair at a desk next to the bed.

"Why?" Winter responds.

"Because," Glynda looks up from her thick textbook. "He's not worth your time. You have so many other things to worry about."

Winter turns back around in the chair and opens up her laptop.

"You don't need any extra credit," Glynda continues,

"You are already on good terms with Mr. Ironwood. You-" Glynda sits up and peers over Winter's shoulder at the screen of the laptop.

"Are you looking him up on facebook?" Glynda confronts her.

"I'm just checking." Winter says with a guilty sound in her voice.

"I can't believe you!" Glynda shouts, sitting criss-cross on the bed.

"He's already wasting your time! He's a failing student! He'll definitely get you involved with stuff that could get you into trouble. You have me, and Oz, and Weiss, and Whitley. You don't-"

Winter lifts the laptop and sets it in her lap. She turns the chair around, revealing the screen to Glynda. There, is a picture of a chiseled man. Black hair, strong jaw, slight stubble. Glynda just stares. She then shakes her head and crosses her arms.

"So? Just because he's hot doesn't mean that you can through your life away to help him." Glynda states. Winter smirks.

"I wouldn't be throwing my life away." Winter turns back around in the chair and puts the laptop back on the desk.

"He just needs help, and I want to be there for him." She says.

Glynda sighs and shifts back to lay on her stomach.

"Fine." Glynda flips the page in her book, "Just don't come crying to me if you end up pregnant."

"Shut up!" Winter says, both of them laughing. "There is no way he's single."

"You never know." Glynda says.