And if you wanted me, you really should've showed
Agatha and I are walking through the parking lot to her car, “I’m so over school,” she sighs.
“Same,” I responded, swinging my keys around my finger, “Especially with art. It’s like Ms. Petty tried to pair everyone who hated eachother for some reason.”
“Yeah,” Agatha wiggles between two cars and I follow, “What’s up with that honestly?”
“I don’t know. I would ask her if I could switch with someone but...,” I trail off, staring at her car.
Agatha stops and looks at me, “But?”, then she turns to follow my gaze, “Well shit.”
“Shit indeed,” I grumble as we both glare at Simone.
Her dumb curly hair is flowing around her shoulders as she raises a hand to her face to block out the sun.
I speed up to get ahead of Agatha and when I’m infront of Simone I cross my arms and scowl, “What the fuck do you want?”
She sticks her chin up (her and her fucking chin I swear to god), “I came here to ask you when we would be working on our project.”
Agatha comes up behind me and Simone shoots her a look as she talks, “Can you get the fuck away from my car bitch?”
“Agatha it’s fine,” I sigh looking back at Simone, “We can talk about that later, Snow,” I mutter at her, before I walking to the other side of the car to the passenger’s door.
Agatha bumps Simone’s shoulder before opening the car door, “Stay the hell away from my car, asshat.”
She gets into her seat and right before she can close it, Simone stops it halfway. She pops her head inside, “I’ll text you, Basil.” I look away from her, “Sure.”
The door closes and she walks away. Agatha doesn’t say a word for the rest of the drive.