Kate had never seen anything like this in her life. She stares at the board, trying to make sense of the literal nonsense being taught to her. It was almost useless to write down all these notes, but she felt compelled to after their phones were confiscated. Not that she was on that thing often, she enjoyed the camera feature but the rest of it… Confused her. Huffing, she puts her forehead in her hand not frantically scribbling notes down that she’d never understand. Her eyes find the clock above the board and though there’s only minutes left in class she feels like she’s enduring an unbearable amount of torture. She didn’t mind school, she loved learning, but she hated feeling stupid. If her father were here he’d chastise her for thinking such things about herself, he always made sure to uplift her no matter what.
After class she doesn’t think, wanting to leave as soon as possible and grabbing the first red case she sees. It’s not until it’s dinging to life halfway to the dining area that she realizes she doesn’t recognize the sound. Stopping, Kate leans against the wall before the dining room to look at the messages she’s receiving on a stranger’s phone. The top ones are… provocative. Definitely not meant for her, especially since they’re someone who is calling themselves ‘Daddy’. She cringes at that before swiping until she finds one that had to be for her. Slowly, but eventually, she hacks out a response. Sure, I’m at the dining hall. I’ll be at the second table. She wasn’t worried about the stranger having her phone, it’s not like she had any information on it that she’d be worried about getting out. She’d only used it to contact Alex here and there.
Sitting down, she decides to wait to get her food until she has her phone back. Instead she lets herself get nosy, peeking through the other’s pictures. Her eyebrows nearly leave her face at what she finds, and she quickly presses the phone to her chest to hide it from anyone walking behind her. She smiles awkwardly at the guy passing behind her before she peeks down again. The girl was wearing next to nothing, and Kate suddenly recognizes her. They only sat a seat apart after all, and she’d definitely caught Kate’s eye. Quickly, she closes her phone and sets it face down on the table.
Poppy hustled to the dinning hall the moment she got the text. She had no doubt the girl was snooping through her phone, just as she’d done with hers. And while the other blonde didn’t seem to keep much of importance on her phone, Poppy did. Embarrassment was not an emotion the vampiress wore well so she tended to disregard it in favor of contempt and pride, of which suited her like diamonds and pearls, but she had to admit there were some things on her phone she’d prefer a stranger not to see. She didn’t care about her nudes; Poppy was far too much of an exhibitionist to find that anything other than exciting. It was more so the hefty file of blackmail material comprising of unsolicited dick pics and screenshots of long deleted texts and Tweets that she was concerned about. The girl might think her a sociopath. Or a future politician. Poppy decides to go with the latter.
When she makes it to the dinning hall, her eyes jump to the second table and land on the back of a blonde head. She winds her way through tray-carrying mutants and teachers with almost comically large mugs of coffee, reaching the blonde in seconds. “Hi,” she says to get her attention. And when she looks up, Poppy can’t help but think the selfies had not done her justice. Of course she’d noticed her in class before this, but had always been too absorbed with her text exchanges with Jean to ever pay much attention. She was definitely the kind of girl Poppy would happily pursue at a dorm party, though she’d never seen her at any of those. In fact she knew next to nothing about her, which was an odd thing for the vampiress who liked having her lacquered finger on the pulse of all things gossip and drama.
“Thanks, you know, for keeping it safe,” says Poppy, slidding out one of the chairs and plopping into it. “I can name five guys in our class who would’ve only given it back in exchange for, like, a blowjob or something. Which is so uncreative.” A smile lifts up the corners of red lips, and though it’s genuine, pearly white fangs manage to give it a perpetual flare of deviance.
“Here...” She digs through her purse, plucking out the other girl’s phone and laying it on the table. She snatches up her own phone and does a quick scan of the messages and photos, to make sure everything was still there. Catching but a glimpse of the provocative nonsense her sugar daddy sent her was enough to elicit an eye-roll, but it did seem their date to Tiffany’s was a go. After setting a long overdue passcode to her phone, she shoves it back into her purse, deciding to deal with him later. She was more than a little eager to find out what the other girl had seen, and whether it should be cause for concern. Well, that wasn’t the whole truth. Poppy thought she was hot. And the thought of this hot girl potentially seeing any of her sexy selfies was tantalizing enough to have her stick around, at least long enough to find out if they had turned her on. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do with her afternoon. Jean was off fraternizing with one of the Summers boys, surely; Poppy couldn’t remember which. They seemed to be doubling so fast the vampiress was certain Jean must be making them in a lab or something. Josh was... she wasn’t exactly sure where Josh was. Sleeping, probably, or pining after Wolverine’s daughter who looked just as mean as she did.
“Are you staying for lunch?” She wants to know, tilting her head at the other girl. “Because I think I’ll join you. I’m just starving.”