A nervous light skinned boy rushed down the hall, knocking into one of the baddest girls. "Hey, watch where you're fucking going!" She stared him down with her deep brown eyes. "I'm so sorry I really didn't mean to. I tripped over my laces and.." She holds her hand out, perfectly manicured with matte maroon acrylics, motioning for him to stop. Her eyes travel down to his feet where. She smirks at his maroon converse.All Rights Reserved