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Currently, two sensual girls were outside eating their lunch. Their academy permitted students to eat outside on lovely days. Luckily for them? It'd been a relatively warm February.
However, neither of them looked exactly pleased with the moment. It wasn't their typical grip of being forced to wear school uniforms, either. After all, when you're described as a badass? You don't imagine one is a silly school uniform, now do you?
However, their academy still had a dress code to obey. Unfortunately, they were forced to wear dress shirts and skirts instead of their regular tank tops and pants, showing their sexiness. Some of their classmates had signed a petition to revise the dress code for the academy. They desired to get rid of the uniforms altogether. So they could wear what they wanted instead, within reason, of course.
However, that proposal had already become misplaced in the disorganized administration. Honestly! Either way, that wasn't what the girls were upset about. Instead, they're sick to their stomach because of the outbreak of Valentine's Day-related material.
"All these sickly pink hearts and oversized flowers make me want to throw up! It's so revolting!" Namaari gagged as more girls were putting up paper heart chains.
"Tell me about it, Undercut. I so do not want to deal with all this garbage! I don't even want to go to the lame dance! Too much romantic crap!" her girlfriend Raya gagged in agreement.
"So, Dragon Girl, what do you want to do instead?" she flicked her golden earring.
"I much rather go see a movie—one with plenty of action and no mushy stuff. I need a break from this gooey show of emotion!" she declared loudly.
"Exactly! So what flick are we seeing? It's still a date night, but not a tacky commercialized one."
"I suggested we go see the latest Marvel flick. An abundance of action there. Any romance will be way toned down," Raya proposed to which Namaari nodded excitedly.
"Sounds like a plan. So let's change the subject, shall we?" suggested the most seductive girl in the Fang district.
"Sure, Undercut. What do you want to know?" Raya tossed her long hair over her shoulders.
"Well, how are you handling your parents' divorce? Now that everything is finalized?" her girlfriend questioned cautiously.
Raya, for a second, looked uneasy, then spoke calmly."Well, at least they're amicable regarding it. My parents are better off as friends. Not husband and wife. It genuinely helped that I talked to them before everything was finalized."
"Glad you took my recommendation. So how is the living arrangement?" she questioned, to which her girlfriend immediately replied.
"Given this is my last year of school before we go to university? I'm spending weekends with my mom. Speaking of university, are you worried about it? I know how much pressure your mother puts on you. You've told me before you've felt overwhelmed by her expectations of you," she glanced worriedly at Namaari.
The short-haired goddess looked away for a second. Then answered."Well, now that we're in therapy? Things are much better between us. She's beginning to realize I'm my own individual. I can make my own choices and don't need her approval."
Raya had a triumphant expression on her face. "Nice when parents ultimately acknowledge their kids aren't children anymore. But adults are ready to take on the world. Being legal is downright awesome! Independence and freedom to live your own life!
It makes waiting eighteen years worth it. I don't know how I feel concerning being twenty-one and drinking. That's never been something I've desired to do, personally."
"I'm not one for shots either. However, it'd still be nice to go out dancing," mused Namaari.
"I hope I don't have to fight off either boys or girls who might want to steal you from me," Raya replied with sarcasm, to which her girlfriend laughed.
"Oh, Dragon Girl, you're the only one for me. Besides, my kitty would shred anyone who came between us. No offense to your pet? But he's a goofball, not a bodyguard," Namaari remarked as she finished her rice.
"I know Tut-Tut is a spineless goofball. However, he's a suitable therapy animal," she reminded her. Finally, the bell tolled, signaling lunch was over. Gathering their empty bowls, they dropped them off before heading back to class. They were sitting in the renovated theater, relishing Spider-Man a few days later. This was the perfect way for them to spend Valentine's Day!