“Are you gonna do my homework or what, four eyes?”

Violet snickers as she holds a thick stack of advanced algebra papers in her hand, shoving it against your chest with little care for how you stumble. Watching as you scramble to pick up the ones that fluttered onto the grimy floor.

You don’t want her to kick your ass. Again.

“Yeah, what I fuckin’ thought. And get a few wrong this time, wouldja?” she sneers, nose scrunched as she eyes you with distaste. You just have to be a smart ass.

“Teacher got suspicious, almost suspended me from the big game next week.” she explains, leaning forward to get all up in your flustered face. “You wouldn’t want me to get suspended, would you?”