Leaving Jungkook's corpse sprawled across the sidewalk, Brittany continued trudging the last few blocks to school. She felt lighter already.
But maybe that was because she has skipped breakfast to preserve her morning skinny. Either way, Brittany allowed herself a small smile as she let herself into the building, Murder On My Mind blaring through her Airpods.
She opened the crusty old door to the classroom, causing it to creak pointedly. Her teacher, Mr. Science glared at her and slammed his hands down on his desk. "Our star student has arrived fashionably late....once again!" He yelled, old man fashiondly.
The abg rolled her eyes. So what if she was late? She didn't care. Disrupting the class didn't concern her. She'd rather die than apologise for party rocking.
"I'm sorry," she said, monotonous. "I assure you that it won't happen again."
Science pinched the bridge of his nose as he commanded she see him after class to receive some sort of scolding. Damn that geezer. He'd only make her late for her next class, continuing the cycle.
She took her place at the emo anime boy seat and leaned against the window, staring out at the concrete jungle wet dream tomato, there's nothing you can't do in New York.
Anyway. Brittany's attention was brought to the front of the class by the most spicy guy she had ever seen in her entire life. She couldn't believe she didn't notice him walk through the door. As he introduced himself as Chase Hunter, player of volleyball, player of boy, and smoker of weed, as well as the transfer student from LA, Brittany stared, enticed by his big brown eyes.
They were exactly the same colour of the huge dump she had taken this morning. It was meant to be.
He finished his cool guy anthem of an introduction and began making his way to the empty seat behind Brittany. She took this opportunity to study him up close and GODDAMN, he was a fine mf.
At 5'2, he stood even taller than Jungkook, his pants sagging down below his asscrack even while he was wearing a belt, and reeked of a delightful mix of axe, stale sweat, and p33p33 hahahahwhwhwywyay.
Hem hem. "RENEGADE, RENEGADE, RENEGADE," the bell rang out, signalling the end of class.
"Brittany, Love Interest, come here for a sec," the teacher called. Brittany stood in front of him, arms folded across her non existent chest, Chase at her side, a mere four feet away from her.
"I know you're a b word and all that, but mans over here is absolute garbage at math. I need you to tutor him until EQAO so he can pass this class."
"K." Brittany shrugged. Chase half smiled, an endearing action that showcased all three of his gold teeth. How do teeth change colour like that. Just brush them.
"Aight, guess that's that. Make your plans at lunch or something, at get to your next classes." And so they waddled away, waddle waddle.
