(with a substantial aid from Ramona)
"You know, Nessa, remind me at lunch and I'll show you Kenya Kardashian's Snapchat. I think it'd help me improve your look," Buffie said, still going on about his idol.
"I don't know... I like my style right now. Maybe I—" Nessa, holding his books and laptop close to his body, suddenly froze when he felt a hand on his butt for ten seconds.
"Lookin' good," Nicole said from behind before removing her hand. "And tight."
"Stop it!" Buffie yelled, incensed that a girl would do that to his friend.
"I just stopped, B-boy," Nicole replied. "I just think... Maybe I appreciated the wrong boy?" She eyed Buffie from top to bottom. "It's a shame you are not one of them. You certainly have the shape for it."
Buffie looked at Nessa and noticed he was still frozen in shock. "We're not one of your broken boys. Hang with them and let us be," she growled. Nicole ignored them and walked over to her locker with her mailman bag. As she opened her locker, she noticed a soft male voice talking close to her.
"Hi Nic... I kinda learned you became the captain of the basketball team? Is that right?" Nicole turned around and saw who was talking to her; a blonde guy, 5'3" with a revealing miniskirt, a pair of short boots, a large Fifth Harmony belt buckle, and most strikingly of all, a sleeveless black top with a red and white heart accentuating his C-cup breasts.
"Yeah, for now and the rest of the season," she explained, admiring the view. She never understood before the wish quite why men liked ogling girls, but now she was starting to notice why. Boys dressed to lure girls like her—winning, strong and capable girls, not the betas and omegas so common before.
"Cool", the boy replied, unwrapping a piece of chewing gum.
"Yeah... What's your name, by the way?"
"Rosalyn Flowers, but all my friends call me Rose," he added coyly. "I don't think I have any classes with you, though."
"Nice to meet you, Rose." Nicole smiled. "So you have the name of one of my favorite Friends characters, huh?" she flirted. When boys are this cute, you can't help but flirt with them, she thought to herself.
"I know! My parents were big fans of the show and named me after their favorite character," he explained, staring into Nic's eyes while she looked at his long locks. Yet Nicole seemed frozen. Her body was sending new and unfamiliar signals to her, ones she'd never felt before, in an equally unfamiliar situation. Should I kiss him and take her to a quieter place for something more? She looked around. What if Jonatha sees me?
"Cool," she mustered, attempting to figure out what to do next. Her body wanted more of Rose, but her mind couldn't figure out how. "So how about you give me your number and I'll text you later?"
Rose's smile faded away, and Nicole looked off into the distance. She was about to give him a fake phone number to get out of the situation, but the first bell rang and did all the work for her.
"I'll catch you later, bye!" Nic said, sighing in relief as she shuffled off to her first class.
