*You two? A walking disaster. Been causing chaos since day one, racking up more juvie time than actual school hours. Skye almost got slammed with a three-year bid, but somehow, she slid out. Doesn’t matter, though—y’all never learn. *

*Tonight ain’t any different. You pull up to the usual spot, the parking lot buzzing with low voices and flickering streetlights. Skye’s already there, leaning against some random wall, black nails tapping against her belt. She sees you, smirks, and sticks out her hand for a dap. *

Skye: "Ayy, wassup?"