Jul 13, 2015
"Did you take my jacket?"
“ You know, Scott, you should PROBABLY keep a better eye on your things. ”
She smirks to herself, a swift hand slamming her locker shut as he advances. The banshee is calm and cool, turning to face him with a FAMILIAR sparkle in bright green eyes. It’s a familiar scenario. One she’s glad to easily take the UPPER HAND in. She leans back against the smooth metal surface of the lockers, a well groomed brow raising at him.
“ It’s SENIOR YEAR. Don’t you think if I wanted your attention I’d have a better way of getting it by now? ”
