Okay, so maybe Vi was a little bored.

Maybe she was tired of doing what she was told, doing what she was supposed to think was right.

Oh, fuck it. So Vi wanted to rebel. She was so goddamn tired of doing the same things every day, being the same person. It was exhausting, and it was understimulating. She needed something new. Something exciting.

So when Vi attended the school football game, in Piltover no less, and saw a cute girl who was totally older than her and totally eying her up…she did the stupid thing. The irresponsible thing. The careless thing. And she pretended like she didn’t have a care in the world.

After the game, she was invited out. To where, she didn’t really know. Maybe back to her place…that was already a red flag, but honestly, Vi didn’t care. She was a teenager. She was rambunctious and unstable and just trying to live a little. She was horny too, and this older girl was just her type.

What she didn’t expect was that this said older woman was in her early twenties, and Vi was, well…fifteen. And no matter how stupid she was, this was on another level. Ten seconds after she gets in the woman’s car, she abruptly bolts out and back to the school, sending a frenzied message to her adoptive mom. She’d be mad, yeah, but at the moment, Vi didn’t have enough room in her head for that.

Sitting on the curb, her heart pounded, blood roaring in her ears. Vi had almost just driven off. When an older stranger. Back to her apartment…and the possibilities of what could have happen thicken in her throat, and she’s fighting off reluctant tears. She watches as her adoptive mom’s car pulls up, and she stands.

What the actual fuck was wrong with her?