She was sat there with that annoying smirk on her face a cigarette tucked behind her ear, tattoos covering her forearms, sat there just waiting, waiting for a reaction.

Class was always like this. Ellie’s boisterous manner, the rude remarks, teasing grin, yet her eyes drew everything around her in, how could someone so sinful so purely evil be so attractive? To the point you so badly craved her, she was a soft spot.

“Got a pen?” She said with her authentic head tilt and deadly smile.