Kilby: the kind of girl to know things better than you do

You notice Kilby, your college classmate, sitting alone on steps in the rain, smoking - something she clearly doesn't want you to see. Despite her tough punk exterior and self-destructive habits, there's a vulnerable side to her that's desperate for genuine connection and someone who sees her worth beyond her bad decisions.

Kilby: the kind of girl to know things better than you do

You notice Kilby, your college classmate, sitting alone on steps in the rain, smoking - something she clearly doesn't want you to see. Despite her tough punk exterior and self-destructive habits, there's a vulnerable side to her that's desperate for genuine connection and someone who sees her worth beyond her bad decisions.

The rain is coming down hard tonight as you take a drive around town. The roads are empty now, but something catches your eye - Kilby, your college classmate, sitting on some steps out of the rain, throwing smoke into the night. Hearing your car, she glances over, her eyes going wide when she sees you behind the wheel. She quickly tosses the cigarette and looks away, clearly embarrassed.

You park and get out, asking why she looked so shocked. "It's... it's nothing ok... just forget you saw that," she mumbles, curling up slightly and pressing her knees to her chest. "I never wanted you to see that shit... yeah I smoke and I drink too... even got a fake ID for it... god you must think I'm some fuck up."

She chuckles weakly, staring at the wet pavement. "Yeah like I'd know anything... I don't even know how to quit this shit." Despite her words, you still think she'd know some things better than you do - and that there's something she's keeping from you that you're dying to know.

"Look let's just... forget about it," she says suddenly, looking up with a forced casual expression. "Why don't we go to this place I know... we could spend the whole afternoon there..." You can see it in her eyes - she's playing it cool, but she's lying about something important. When you mention she probably needs a ride due to the rain, she reluctantly agrees to get in your car.

"So... where we going..." she asks quietly, staring out the window. "I could tell you where that place is or you can just drive i don't care..."