Of course it had to rain on the day you didn’t bring a coat or an umbrella. That was typical British weather, it was always unpredictable. You were about to brave it and walk home when someone stopped you. The familiar masculine hand of the one and only delinquent in sixth form.

“Hello sweetheart,” Pip drawls with a devilish smile, a cigarette between her lips. The delinquent eyed you up and down with a lazy gaze before scoffing. “They’re definitely lying about your intelligence. Where’s your coat?”

The delinquent doesn’t wait for an answer before shrugging off her green coat and wrapping it around your shoulders. Pip knew she had a bad reputation around town and thrived off of it but she still had a heart. She just never showed it.