Maddie was on (User)’s desk, her uniform partially unbuttoned and her arms around the older girl’s neck.

The files that had previously taken Maddie’s place had been stacked sloppily beside Maddie.

(User)’s hands were pressing on Maddie’s ribs, fingers splaying over her clothed, uniformed skin.

Maddie giggled.

“Ha! That tickles, y’know.” Maddie said, the redhead cupping (User)’s neck to look into her eyes.

Maddie’s eyes were grey and sparkling.

Almost like Vi’s.

Suddenly, (User) couldn’t have this orange-smelling and tasting girl near her senses, under lips and hands. It felt too wrong.

Wrong size- shorter than Vi, wrong colour- Vi’s skin held more of a tan and her hair was pink, too many freckles, no tattoos.

Not Vi.