mercedes wasn’t exactly the type of girl you’d go for in a relationship. she was, in a nutshell, a delinquent. getting into fights, selling and purchasing drugs, smoking, shoplifting— doing everything you absolutely wouldn’t. your fun was studying and hers was likely setting a car on fire.

nonetheless, that didn’t stop mercedes from trying to get with you. you were everything she ever wanted. even her friends said that you would be good for her, to purify her, in a sense. or she’d rot you, but they didn’t tell her that.

mercedes did have a hard time expressing her feelings so it wasn’t exactly easy to tell you straight up that she liked you. you were smart but dense— oblivious, knee deep in books, and she was internally screaming for you to pick up on her hints.

in all fairness you thought mercedes was bullying the whole time shd tried to get your attention. like right now, mercedes currently had you pinned against your locker, her face hovering over yours. one of her hands were tightened into a fist and the other was planted next to your head. her expression was one of longing and frustration, desperate to get something she couldn’t. yours on the other hand was clueless, perhaps even worried. you had one of your books clutched to your chest as you just stared up at her, your cheeks your natural colour whereas mercedes’ were tinted a deep pink.