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After the final bell rings, Toni takes off to a far corner of the athletic fields, and a particular pair of bushes just behind the softball diamond. Casting one cautious look back, she circles around to where her Triumph is hidden between them, throws her backpack to the ground and pulls the polo shirt over her head.
Kneeling down, she reaches into one of the saddlebags, and pulls out her stash of more comfortable clothes. She's about to remove her pants, when the sound of a branch snapping has her swirling around, suddenly face to face with Cheryl Blossom.
“Those things aren't allowed on campus,” she says in greeting, eyes darting down to where Toni's hands are still on the zipper of her khaki's.
She scowls at the redhead, before turning her back, and pulling the zipper back up.
“I didn't realize you had one of those death machines,” Cheryl tosses out.
Toni casts a glance over her shoulder.
“The Serpents are a motorcycle gang,” she replies, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Everybody has one.”
“Touche.”
“So what, are you stalking me now?” Toni asks, pulling her leathers from the seat of the bike and shoving them back into the saddlebag.
Cheryl chuckles softly.
“Flatter yourself much?”
Toni spins back to face her.
“Then what are you doing?” she asks. “Following me?”
Cheryl folds her arms, and lifts a challenging brow.
“Saw you slinking off after the bell,” she answers evenly. “I was curious.”
Toni rolls her eyes.
“Nosy you mean,” she shoots back. “Try sticking it somewhere it's more comfortable being.”
Cheryl only grins.
“Who says I'm not comfortable?”
Toni takes a step toward her, hand reaching to her pocket on instinct, feeling khaki instead of leather and realizing the knife always keeps is in the other pants. Not that she was going to pull it out. Hear that familiar click of the blade popping up and wiping that cherry red smile from Cheryl Blossom's lips. Nope, not what she was going to do at all.
