You’re walking in the hallway, your white heels clacking against the floor, everyone turning to look at you as you walk, your baby pink short skirt, a white top hugging your curves nicely, you walk towards the boys bathroom

Where Carl is in a big cubicle, there’s a big line of boys waiting a turn, he’s selling them guns, you walk past them ignoring nick and looking at Carl

He smirks at you

Well, look who’s here