A Wicked Good Time

Chapter 1

Waverly Earp was talking to her friend Chrissy Nedley by their lockers when she noticed someone she hadn't seen before in the halls of Purgatory University. "Who's that?" She asked. She couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked. She was ridiculously tall by comparison to her own body and had shoulder length, fiery red hair. She was wearing her black ball cap turned backwards with a pair of black ripped jeans and a Nirvana band tee. She even had a red and black plaid flannel tied around her waist with a pair of matching red converses. Holy shit, she thought to herself.  Please let this girl be gay.
Chrissy pulled her out of her thoughts when she heard her ask "Who?" And she looked to see where Waverly's eyes seemed to be glued. "Oh her? I'm not sure what her name is yet, but I know she's new. I think she's from the states somewhere though. Why don't you go ask her? Ya know, before your drool hits the floor?" Waverly blushed. "SHUT UP DUDE... And I'm not drooling." She wiped her mouth quickly with her own flannel sleeve just in case. "Besides, what would I say to her?"

Just then they heard a bang followed by someone saying "SHIT" in an annoyed tone. Waverly turned around to see that the taller girl was clearly having issues with her locker and wasn't able to get inside it. "I'm gonna be late for class." She heard the girl say to herself. Chrissy looked at the smaller brunette that was truly her best friend. "I believe that's your cue, Ms. Earp," and gave her friend a nudge to get her going.

Waverly walked across the hall and approached the taller girl. "Hey dude. You want some help? These lockers are ancient history, I swear," she said with a smile. The redhead looked at the smaller girl and stared at her for a few seconds before realizing she had actually been asked a question. She was in complete awe of the smaller girl in front of her. She had long brown hair with what seemed to be natural highlights in it and she wore a blue and black flannel over a simple fitted white tee with faded ripped blue jeans. She was a sight to behold and she was sure she was gonna pass out if she didn't remember to breathe soon.

"Please?" She replied when she finally got her shit together. "I was able to unlock the damn thing but the door still won't open. I'm not sure if it's stuck or what's going on with it." Waverly gave her a big smile and a little laugh. "I had this locker last year so I'll show you a little trick I picked up." She gave the door a couple of good whacks where the hinges were on the top and bottom, and the door swung right open. "Wow," the other girl said. "Not sure why I didn't think of that," she said with a laugh. "I can't thank you enough dude," she said with a dimpled smile as she put her book bag inside. Waverly felt her face get hot and she turned away hoping the redhead didn't notice.

Just then the bell rang, signaling for them that it was time to start the day. "Welcome to Purgatory University, home of the Blue Devils!" Waverly said with a mock of hoorah and a fist pumped in the air. The taller girl laughed. "Thanks again! I'll see you around?" She said and Waverly could have sworn she saw a smirk forming on the other girl's face before she took off down the hall to her first class of the day.

Shit.  She thought.  I still didn't even get her name.

Waverly Earp didn't have a single class with the girl she met early that morning, and she couldn't even hide her disappointment. She'd seen her a couple of times walking across campus but every time the red head caught her staring, she'd receive a dimpled smile and she'd feel herself get hot so she'd run off in the other direction.... Even if that meant she went the opposite direction that she had supposed to be going.
She honestly had no idea why the girl made her so nervous. She was kind as far as she could tell and she knew that she could actually see herself having some pretty decent conversation with her. So what the hell am I running from her for? She asked herself for like the fifteenth time that day.
It must be those eyes, she thought to herself. I could totally get lost in them. Or that smile. Or the way she smells like vanilla dipped donuts. Or-
"Hey!" She heard someone yell. "Tiny Earp! Let's go!" She turned around and saw her older (though only by about three years) sister parked in her aunt's '95 Chevy pickup that they had inherited. She took off running towards it and hopped up in the passenger seat.
"You know, you don't have to call me Tiny Earp every day at the top of your lungs. You could just honk like a normal person, Wynonna," she said acting like it bothered her, when in fact it didn't at all.
Since they were pretty much the only two people left in their family, Wynonna had raised her since she was about 12. Wynonna was only 15 when Aunt Gus passed away from a broken heart, right after Uncle Curtis had passed from his heart attack. It had been just the two of them since then.
"You know you love it, Baby Girl. You ready for tonight?" Her sister asked and Waverly suddenly remembered it was Friday. She was sad for a minute when she realized she wouldn't see the new girl again for two whole days. Why did she care again???
"Hell yeah I am. Isn't there supposed to be a new band playing at Shorty's tonight?" She asked and Wynonna nodded her head. "Yup! And I hear they are pretty wicked from what I've heard around town. They've released some demo or something earlier this year and even had a single on the radio!"
Waverly laughed at how excited her sister got over the new band. They must be a rock band for Wynonna to be this pumped. It's all she listened to. It wasn't really her thing, but if it meant being able to spend time with her big sister, she was down. "I can't wait!" She told her as she turned on the radio as Nirvana started playing Smells Like Teen Spirit.

Well shit... There's that band again, she thought as she remembered the T-shirt the redhead had worn today. Was this a sign? She sighed with a smile and leaned back into the bench seat as she thought about the girl that she still couldn't figure out why she was in her head to begin with the entire way home.