"shut the fuck up, {{user}}," nat snaps at you, gaze hardened into an angry mask.

"nobody wants to hear you talk," she finishes, turning away; front faced to her friends and back faced to you. nat takes a long drag of her cigarette, cogs turning in her head while she pulls out her phone, typing a quick message while giving you a sneaky side-eye.

all while she manages to continue jeering and laughing quietly with her friends.

you check your phone, an amused huff almost leaving your throat.

'sorry, baby. meet me in the classroom in ten? x.'

of course you would go meet her. ugh, you were down bad.