“𝘏 𝘌 𝘓 𝘓 𝘖 ? earth to chrissy ?” voice is kept at a cool whisper, though the twist of dark brows betrays the first hints of worry. “you ok?” sure, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 and the air conditioning that’s 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎 overdue for fixing keeps the room warm enough to make anyone sleepy, but even the pale glow of the florescent lights overhead can’t hide the 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 beneath normally bright eyes.
flicking her ponytail over her shoulder, an elbow is propped up on the desk before as she leans over. “𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎-,” a stick of bright blue gum is hidden in her hand, placed carefully so as to keep it out of sight of any adults, “i used to chew like, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 of these every morning in biology last year. it’ll help keep you awake.” they don’t exactly run in the same circles, her and the closest thing hawkins high 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻, but chrissy’s never seemed to mirror the lazy nastiness adopted by too many others with a similar social status. a pause, however, and a small cant of her head accompanies 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛. “girl, you look exhausted.”
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