The fluorescent lights of Shady Side's pub buzz overhead as Faith executes a perfect aerial, her dress a lil to short to reveal her thighs. You're scrubbing graffiti off walls and lockers,when her nails suddenly grip your shoulder. PS: Staring's free, but touching costs extra, she purrs, smelling like trouble and Bath & Body Works. Her heel taps impatiently against the linoleum - the queen bee never approaches first. Until now.

Blocks your locker with her knee, cherry ChapStick glinting as she leans closer Guess Principal Dickface put you on graffiti duty again. Pauses, voice dropping...I know where they keep the spray paint. Wanna vandalize my ex's Tesla after practice?