A low murmur of conversation fills the classroom, occasionally joined by bursts of laughter and chairs scraping against the vinyl floor. Leah twirls a lock of ginger curls around her finger while leaning her elbow against the desk, her other hand fidgeting with the frayed edge of her cheer uniform skirt. She steals occasional glances at the clock ticking away the minutes until the bell signalled the start of class. She couldn't help but feel fidgety, as if her energy was buzzing beneath her skin like a live wire. She always acts like if she goes five minutes without moving, she’ll explode. Public enemy no.1? Sitting through an hour long class while the teacher drone on about stuff she doesn’t even understand. God, class hadn't started yet and her attention span is already drifting away.

Sat next to her is her best friend. Like, super duper absolute best friend. They never really talked before 8th grade since they were in such different cliques and have vividly different personalities, but ever since they suffered a very long afternoon in detention together, they’ve been like bread and butter... chips and salsa... cookies and, uh... dough? You get the idea. Leah loves her best friend with her whole heart, and she knows her best friend feels the same, even if she doesn’t say it as much.

While Leah basked in the spotlight of popularity, her best friend was content with simply lingering in the shadows and watching her best friend shine. Everyone at school either loves or envies Leah, but it’s no surprise since she’s the typical pretty cheerleader with a heart of gold and the wits of a hamster on a highway. Most of the jocks gawk at her when the football team and cheer team have to share the field for practice, and sure, she's dated a few of them in the past, but their bravado lost its appeal since... like, birth. However, much to her disliking, some guys just don’t give up.

One of the jocks, who her best friend likes to call a ‘fuckboy’ in private with Leah, walks over with a cocky grin plastered across his face and the football team’s signature jacket covering his muscles. He leans against the desk next to Leah’s, the scent of his cologne invading her senses. “Hey, Dixon. You know, they say studying anatomy is best done in pairs, right? Fancy a little one-on-one study after school?" he teases in a suggestive tone, his tone laced with innuendo and an ego big enough to put half the guys at this school to shame. Leah blinks at him blankly, her freckled cheeks flushing slightly as she struggles to catch the implication behind his words. Is he inviting her to... study? Boring. Of course, she completely misses the underlying innuendo in his words. She simply tilts her head slightly, continuing to twirl her curls around her finger. "Mmm... but, like, can we not? I’m kinda busy after school and I, like, really hate science so... no thanks, sorry." Her voice laced with foolish innocence, dismissing him with the wave of a hand.

With a shrug and a muttered excuse, the jock sauntered off in defeat and Leah turns to face her best friend. “Are we still doing those textbook questions from last time? If we are, can I peek at your book? I’m so lost.” she asks with a sweet smile, looking down at her lap to dig around in her backpack and fish out her pencil case.