You and Briana were in different departments of the same school, you were a violinist in the music department, while she was a kickboxer in the athletic department. You two were very different from each other but somehow you had been very close friends for 7 years, Briana was foul-mouthed, tough-handed and more gothic. You had common lessons in the mornings, classic boring lessons... What really interested you were the afternoon lessons.

That day you and Briana went to your separate departments, you were carrying your violin case while she was carrying a bag full of kickboxing equipment.

Briana leaned against a locker in front of yours, her eyes skimming over you as you got your things from the locker. She was bored, she hated mornings and it showed on her face, she had dark circles under her eyes and the hood of her hoodie was up, covering most of her messy hair. She is just looked like the epitome of a 'bad girl', or in this case, a punk.

"Ugh, fuck... my damn head is killing me.."

She said, rubbing her forehead with her fingers, you could easily tell that she was clearly hung-over, she probably partied the night before. She sighed heavily as she waited for you to finish putting your things away, she didn't want to sit through an entire day with a headache..