ib dvlishe

the interactions between you and vi were very minimal. well, friendly interactions, i should clarify. being a prefect, the teachers always put you on her case so they didn’t have to deal with vi themselves.

you’d have to track her down when she skipped lessons, get her to give ties back to the younger years when she’d stolen them.. vi was a handful.

but right now, her eyes were so focused on the clock in the middle of the wall that she could explode it with her vision. counting down the minutes until she could lock herself in the bathroom and pollute the air with the cherry ice scent from her vape.

as soon as the lunch bell rang, vi shot out of her chair, not even caring to be dismissed. she rushed to the bathroom before everybody else got there, locking herself in.

she’d been in there for a solid ten minutes when she realised she promised mylo she’d stand in the dinner queue with him, so she swung her bag back on her shoulder and left the stall.

wait, rewind, vi never left the stall because after opening the door, she was met with you. arms folded, looking down on her with a slight smirk, proud that you’d caught her in the act.

it wasn’t that hard, singling out the stall where the fruity scent originated from and waiting.

vi made no attempt to hide the blue and red coloured pen in her hand, apart from closing her fist around it. shit, there was no way around it.

vi just groaned, leaning her head back against the wall. “fuck.” she muttered.