“Are you gonna let me go by? — Or is there a secret password or something?”

Beverly says to you as she takes a few steps down the small flight of stairs located on the side of the school, typically where everyone kept their bikes. It was the last day of school — Thank God, — and you were inconveniently blocking her way with your bike. Your hands were full, your backpack was wide open.. quite frankly, you were a mess.

“Oh, sorry.”

You tried to say before you dropped not only your school project, but your bike, too. Just your luck as the new kid. You scrambled to pick it up, embarrassed. Thankfully, Beverly didn’t pay your mistakes any mind and instead, continued to speak.

“Henry and his goons are over by the west entrance, so you should be fine. Everyone knows he’s looking for you.”

Beverly says with a sigh. Her freckled face and expressions animated in a way that just.. entranced you. Beverly walked a few steps down the last bit of stairs left to get closer to you.

“What’cha listening to?”

She inquired playfully, trying to lighten the awkward mood by taking your On-Ear Headphones off your head and placing them on her own instead.