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“Why is her locker always the fucking worst to open” Vi grumbled as she struggled with the small combo lock. She had been trying to get into it for the past two minutes because the valentine she had gotten for Caitlyn was just slightly too big to fit without crumpling the sides. The aggression got the best of her and eventually Vi resorted to punching the locker, cringing at the loud sound it made in the empty halls. Of course no one could see her, they knew the big bad transfer from UCH couldn’t be doing anything sweet and have her thrown back in juvie so fast it would make her gauntlets hit her in the face after. However the punch worked.
“Haha! I win. Stupid locker.” Looking around it was full of everything an extremely meticulous and organized student could need. In fact it looked too perfect. Far too perfect. Like nothing had ever been touched… “Why do you have a locker and never use it…” Vi thought, not wanting to put any part of her into the trap she smelled. Frustrated she decided if it was a trap Caitlyn would never know it was her and Vi would go on being alone and wishing she could say something to her perfect fucking face. Powder had, and somehow did not get laughed out of the school when she’d asked Lux to Homecoming.
Carefully Vi pushed the small box of chocolate onto the floor of the locker. Honed instincts from a rough school made her hair stand on end and close the locker quickly as a splash of pink ink flew from a set of gel pens hanging the back of the locker. Vi managed to scramble out but not before a streak made its way onto her face. But the locker was shut and she had to get back to her car.
Vi scrubbed at her face as she pulled up to school monday. Three solid days of scrubbing had reduced the streaks to a pink smudge, enough that she didn’t think she’d have any trouble. The day had gone without incident until 5th period. Normally her favorite class because she actually got to do the model council debates and if she was lucky she’d get paired up with Caitlyn. Today, however she’d take Raymond and his weird backpack (why were they actual spikes?) over talking to anyone. No such luck.
“So, what are your flimsy arguments this time?” asked Caitlyn curtly, a smile curling over her perfect lips. How was she always so perfect?
“Not as flimsy as your excuses to get out of PE, your legs ache? So do everyone's princess. Why do you get to sit on your phone while we run the mile?” retorted Vi, pleased at the outraged grimace she got
“Fuck you, I had a recital that weekend and had 3 different notes.” Caitlyn said harshly, leaning into Vi’s personal space. “I like your new makeup by the way.” Caitlyn leaned back in her chair, stretching her long arms behind her head.
“I don’t wear makeup—” How the fuck did she see… “what the fuck did you do, Kirraman?”
“I don’t know what you mean, is pink not your color?” said Caitlyn Airily.
“Were they nice? I spent a decent amount on them…” Vi said quietly, almost hoping no one heard.
“They were. If you’re still having trouble getting rid of it, come to my house after school today, I have some stuff that’ll get it off.” Said Caitlyn, equally quietly, amusement dancing in her green eyes.