Amazon Women Who: Mak and Sabrina When: Early afternoon, Friday September 1 Where: School Status: Complete
School had been in session for only a couple of days and Sabrina was already looking forward to winter break, despite the fact that winter sucked. The only saving grace was that Sabrina was a senior, which meant she wouldn't have to go through this again next fall. One more year and she would be free. One more year, and Sabrina would be packing up her shit and watching Point Pleasure shrink in her rearview mirror. For the most part, people had left her alone. She knew it was early in the year yet, but Sabrina supposed that smashing Cynthia Hargensen's face into her locker last year and breaking her nose was still fresh in their minds, even after summer break. Cynthia was still as pretty as ever, but Sabrina found some satisfaction in the obvious scar on her nose.
Once lunch time rolled around, Sabrina found a spot in the gallery just off from the cafeteria. She sat down and took her brown paper bag out of her back pack. Since she had made her own lunch that morning, and her dad hadn't gone grocery shopping in a while, her lunch consisted of soda, a peanut butter sandwich, a bag of Doritos and two Twinkies. Super healthy, of course, but at least she'd be riding a sugar high through most of the afternoon.
Leaning back against one of the wall pillars, Sabrina stretched out her legs and popped a Dorito into her mouth. She watched the other kids spilling into the cafeteria. Some made their way to the gallery like Sabrina, but there was no one she felt like talking to. Except... Mak. Sabrina sat up a bit straighter and waved the Dorito in her hand to get Makayla's attention.
School sucked, and lunchtime at school sucked even more. It was a thing that Mak always seemed to be able to forget over the summer, at least halfway. She'd been consoling herself with the fact that it was her last year for a week already, before it even started, though that fact brought its own complications with it. She'd been looking at different colleges at her parents' urgings, though she kind of knew where she wanted to go already, and the whole thought of going away somewhere, finally all on her own, was pretty scary. Not that she would own up to that anytime soon. First though, she had to get through her senior year. Mak's classes were going to be challenging, but she was good with that. That kept her distracted and busy, and she felt like she was going to need it.
She was mentally going over some phrases from the Latin IV class she'd just left, carrying a tray from the cafeteria into the gallery to sit and eat it, when she spotted someone waving at her. Mak's eyes widened slightly and then her stomach flopped over as she recognized who it was. A grin crossed Mak's face before she could stop it, and she changed her course to head over toward Sabrina. Who was just ... looking gorgeous, as usual.
Mak let her backpack slide off of her shoulder and onto the floor before she sat down next to Sabrina, facing her. At least she managed to do it gracefully, thank whoever for small favors. "Hey," she greeted.
"Hey back," Sabrina said with a grin. She was in a much better mood now. She didn't mind eating lunch alone, but it was always nicer with a friend or two. Especially a pretty friend. Sabrina pulled her legs in to sit more Indian-style so she could face Mak a bit more directly. Then she offered the other girl her open bag of Doritos.
"Okay, so since I haven't cornered you long enough to ask, I need to know what smart classes you're in this year so I know what subjects I can ask you for help in." Probably all of them, but Sabrina was adept at some things. History and...gym? Not that she had to take gym this year, since she'd gotten those electives out of the way her first three years.
Mak got another pleasant flutter when Sabrina grinned at her. She couldn’t help it. The other girl didn’t grin at many people, it always felt like an accomplishment or a blessing or something. If Mak believed in blessings, that was. She didn’t, but still. Her crush obviously hadn’t died off over the summer at all. She grunted some sort of thanks as she dipped her fingers into Sabrina’s Dorito bag to grab a few. “Uhhh ... what, like ... Latin and Trig and stuff?” she asked with a sheepish little grin. She was pretty smart, she guessed, and had taken advanced classes for most of her high school career, but it wasn’t something she ran around bragging about. Mak popped one of the chips into her mouth and started crunching.
"Latin and Trig?" Sabrina groaned. "I barely passed Spanish 2 last year, and Ms. Killman was quick to recommend I leave it at that. And I'm in Calculus so Trig won't help me at all." She sighed and dug into the bag for another chip. She chewed it thoughtfully before washing it down with a swig of her soda. Sugar, sugar, sugar. "Are you in AP English? I'm in dummy English... but hell, even if you're not in AP, you could still help me out there. I can pay you in Doritos and Twinkies," she added with another grin. Sabrina sucked the remaining chip seasoning from her fingers. "Latin sounds cool though. Does anyone even speak Latin anymore? I just think about like, old guys in robes, chanting Latin shit around a fire. I think that sounds like Satanists or whatever, but you know what I mean."
While Sabrina lamented about classes, Mak started picking at her food. She’d gotten a rectangle of pizza and a side “salad” (it was a pretty pitiful attempt at a salad), and a chocolate milk, but her stomach seemed more interested in twisting up in happy-nervous knots instead of accepting food. So she went slow and tried not to even look at Sabrina sucking her fingers. That happened with Dorito dust, but it wasn’t helpful for anybody sitting there, was it? Nope, hell no. Mak gave a little titter and shrugged as she shook her head. “Like, doctors and lawyers still use it some,” she pointed out. “I just didn’t want to take Spanish or French. Latin is like ... knowing a secret code.” She grinned briefly before taking a swig of milk. “But yeah, AP English. I can totally help you out though. No Twinkies necessary. Appreciated, though.”
Sabrina’s brows raised. “A secret code. I never thought of it like that before. All foreign languages are secret codes to me, though. I just can’t get that verb conjugation and crap. I should have taken sign language.” Oh well, what was done was done. Sabrina did well enough to get by and graduate and that was good enough for her. There were more important things to focus on in school, like… cute girls and hot guys, and the very few clubs Sabrina found herself involved in. Speaking of which… “So are you going to come to the SAFE meetings this year?” Sabrina had helped create the Sexuality Alliance for Everyone club during her freshman year in high school, and now that she was a senior, she was in charge. She had wanted to rename it the Queer Student Union, but that had been nixed by the Principal. The word queer still seemed to be a little too “in your face” for some, while sexuality seemed tame. Whatever. “I’ll probably get it going again next week.” Sabrina popped another chip in her mouth. “I’ve got some stuff in mind for this year, and hopefully I can recruit some newbies.”
Mak let out a titter at that last part and rolled her eyes as she grinned at Sabrina. "Be careful with that Gay Agenda there," she teased. "Don't say 'recruit' too loud." She didn't actually think anybody would suspect them of recruiting in that way, but if you couldn't joke about the rampant homophobia that permeated the country, what could you joke about? "But yeah, totally, I'll be there." She'd been a part of SAFE for the past two years, and it had really honestly helped her adjust to being out and proud in high school. Mak's parents were great about it, but there was nothing like having actual peer support. It didn't hurt that Sabrina was there and Mak had a massive crush on her from the get-go, but whatever. "Let me know if you need help like ... making signs or something. I can Photoshop up something cool."
Sabrina laughed. "You're right. I guess I should leave the sleeve patches and membership cards at home too. I don't want to give off the wrong impression." It had been a joke, but Sabrina could actually see some truth in what Mak said. Point Pleasant was a small town, but it was pretty progressive... for the most part. But there were still some people who would absolutely accuse SAFE of trying to turn their kids 'gay'. Sabrina knew exactly who they were, and she stayed away from them, for the most part.
"I totally need help with signs and stuff. Like... agendas. Meeting agendas," she corrected with a grin. "I can do some Photoshop, but I'm still like... where's the clip art? So if you could help, that'd be awesome. We could do it in the computer lab, or your house? My dad's computer is old as fuck and never prints right."
It wasn't hard to figure out who the bigots were in a town the size of Point Pleasant, and Mak did her best to avoid them too. She knew she looked butch for what a teenage girl was 'supposed' to look like, so she stuck out more than some of the queer kids in town. Luckily she hadn't run into anything more than some nasty comments aimed in her direction here and there. It could've been a lot worse, she always reminded herself. Having friends who struggled with the same things helped immensely though, so she was super grateful for SAFE.
"We can do it at my place," she said quickly -- maybe too quickly? Ugh, god. Mak glanced down at her food for an embarrassed second. She was probably as transparent as a damn window. Sabrina had been over to Mak's house before briefly, but her printer and stuff were in her room, and that was different. "I've got a good color printer, I mean. Could be like, fun. Just uh, lemme know when you want to."
"Totally fine with me," Sabrina said with a shrug, not really noticing Mak's eagerness. Sabrina had felt like she was too eager to have an excuse to hang out with Mak, regardless of where they were. Honestly, Sabrina could probably just print out super simple stuff about SAFE and that would suffice in their first meeting. But what fun was that? And any reason not to be home was also awesome in her opinion. It was a win-win for sure.
She set her empty chip bag to the side and dug into her lunch bag for her Twinkie, glancing up at Mak. "I've got to work tonight, but maybe this weekend? Or whenever you don't work next. But I'll bring paper and shit so you're not wasting all of yours on flyers and whatever."
Realizing she wasn't really eating and that probably looked weird, Mak picked up her cafeteria pizza to nibble on. "This weekend works," she said. "I don't work until Tuesday, so." She shrugged, attempting to sound casual about it even though some giddiness was trying to start up in her chest. She would have to figure out a way to tell her parents without them insisting on all of them having dinner together or something. She loved them to death, but they could be so lame, seemingly with minimal effort. And she really really didn't need them being lame at Sabrina Cox. After another bite of pizza, she added, "I think Hunter's signing up too. If he's not, I'm gonna make him."
"Tomorrow then," Sabrina said. While Mak might have been trying to figure out a way to keep her parents out of the equation, Sabrina had already decided that she was going to somehow place herself in Mrs. Richberg's path in order to get invited to dinner. Homecooked meals were a rarity in Sabrina's house, and she was getting tired of frozen pizzas. But tomorrow gave Sabrina something to look forward to, even if it was hanging out in Mak's room and watching her do her magic on her computer.
She took a bite of her Twinkie and raised her brows before nodding. "The more the merrier," she said, covering her mouth to hide the food. Sabrina swallowed and lowered her hand. "Super boring topic, but are you looking at colleges yet? Like, are you sticking around after graduation?"
Tomorrow. How was she even going to sleep tonight? Mak told herself to calm the fuck down, it was just a Photoshop project to make posters and an agenda and shit, but it didn't really work. She tried not to watch Sabrina's lips as she bit the Twinkie, but that didn't really work either. Ugh, couldn't she not be gross? She tried to focus instead on her own food, then shrugged at Sabrina's question. "I'm looking, yeah," she said. "I'm thinking University of Maine, maybe in Augusta or maybe Presque Isle." Mak wrinkled her nose a bit and then smiled. She knew she wasn't the only teenager eager to get away from her small home town, but she still felt a little guilty about it anyway. Maybe if she hadn't been an only child, but she was. "How about you?"
Sabrina didn't really want to have a conversation about school, even college. But... she was curious about Mak's plans. Sabrina had a handful of real friends, and Mak was one of them. She had avoided asking about college for a while now, mostly because she knew Mak was smart and would probably go somewhere... for smart people. Smarter than Sabrina, anyway. Sabrina couldn't wait to graduate and GTFO of town, but there was still some dread in her stomach that her friends would all spread out across the country and that would be that. Mak, especially.
"I don't know," Sabrina admitted, trying to at least appear sheepish. "I don't really know if college is my thing yet. I want to kind of just drive off into the sunset and see a bunch of places. But that also costs money, so..." She shrugged and then grinned. "University of Maine isn't that far. A couple hours, right? I bet your parents would love that. I pictured you as like... California or bust."
Leaving her parents was going to suck, but like any teenager, Mak was even more concerned about leaving her friends. Could she even make new ones? It was something that worried her. She'd always been a weird girl, and just because some of the people in Point Pleasant had accepted her didn't mean that people anywhere else would. Mak knew that was silly and paranoid -- she knew there were other cool people out there, she did have the internet -- but it was still scary. However, she didn't want to spend her whole life in one place, and this town didn't have the level of education that she wanted and knew she deserved. So she had to leave at least a little.
"Just driving out sounds kinda cool," she admitted with a chuckle. "But I know Mom would kill me if I even tried to take a year off or something. But yeah, it's pretty close, so ... not too bad. I didn't wanna go really far. Maybe you can come and visit me sometime." Mak grinned.
"Oh, yeah, I'll totally visit," Sabrina promise, returning Mak's grin with one of her own. She had no idea where she would be at this time next year, but maybe, hopefully she could still drive to wherever Mak was to see her. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have parents pushing her to continue her education. To look over college pamphlets and help her with applications and financial aid. Parents who gave a shit, instead of living their own lives, going through the motions like emotionless robots. Things would have been different if Jordan were still around, but he wasn't, and neither were her parents. Mentally, anyway.
"We'll crash frat parties and all that," Sabrina continued after popping a small piece of her Twinkie into her mouth. "Or I'll come kidnap you for a weekend and we can drive down to Atlantic City and get rich, or blow all of our money. That's more likely to happen than the getting rich part, but you never know."
Mak tittered again, feeling her cheeks flush at the idea of having those sorts of plans with Sabrina. They might not ever come true, she was mature enough to know that people their age said a lot of things that wouldn't ever actually happen, but it was still nice to hear and daydream about. "Ew, frat parties," she said, wrinkling her nose with distaste even though she was still grinning. That part of college she wasn't at all looking forward to -- gross guys who didn't know or wouldn't care that she was gay.
"I'm so down for getting rich though. Might not happen until after the whole broke college kid gig, but I want to get like, a remote programming job with like, Google or something, so I can live wherever I want and make big bank. To take to Atlantic City and blow, obviously," she said. And then I'll be your sugar mama and take care of you, Mak thought but didn't say. That would've been way Too Much.
Sabrina snickered softly and finished off her Twinkie. "Yeah, I think most people have that same reaction about frat parties except for frat boys." Except maybe sorority girls. God, she hoped Mak didn't become one of those. Sabrina washed her 'lunch' down with her soda and then sighed, crumpling up the brown paper bag. She hadn't touched the sandwich. Oh well. "Get rich, definitely. 'Cause once you do, I'll be visiting you like, every weekend in... Google-city, wherever that is. I'll show up one day at your door and be like, hey, remember me?" Sabrina smiled. "We made gay agendas together. Got a thousand bucks I can borrow? It'll be great. You can fly into our high school reunion in a helicopter like the dude in Romy and Michelle! Fuck. You'd be a Point Pleasant legend, and not for a shitty reason."
Mak laughed at the mental image of herself in a helicopter. She dug it. Learning to fly one of those things would be so badass. “Dude that’s like ... rap star rich,” she said with a snicker. “Sounds like a good life goal to me.” She pictured herself lounging around in a hot tub, dripping with diamonds and surrounded by hot women in bikinis and laughed again, shaking her head. “But no worries, I’m totally gonna have a grand to lend my gay agenda buddy!” She could say that with full confidence, too; Mak had always thought that when she did get rich, she would be spreading the love around to all her favorite people. Sabrina was currently on that list, so she could have a thousand bucks and a hot tub full of hot chicks of her own if she wanted. Mak munched on a bit more of her pizza, taking another swig of chocolate milk. Which wasn’t a great combination, but the options at school were limited. “I’ll give you a ride in my chopper, too.”
"No, that's Google programmer rich," Sabrina said. Then paused. "I think. Or you could end up owning Google someday. Or making your own version of it. Makkle. Who knows. But yeah that definitely needs to happen. I'd come back to town just to see that for sure." Ah, it was nice to think about. And honestly, out of all of her friends, not that there was a lot, Mak was the best bet to actually be successful outside of this place. Sabrina hoped so anyway. Mak deserved it. Plus it would be super cool to know someone who made something of themselves away from Point Pleasant. Sabrina rested her soda can on her knee and arched a brow at Mak with a smirk. "A ride in your chopper, huh? That sounds like some kind of sexy innuendo. Or I just have a totally dirty mind right now." Sabrina laughed. "God. Please don't take away the chopper ride!"
Mak hoped to be some sort of successful in her life. At least enough to have a house and a dog and support a little family. Enough to do some traveling. There was a lot in the world that she wanted to see outside of Maine, and she would never get there if she stayed in Point Pleasant her whole life, like some people seemed hellbent on doing. Even if she didn't end up working for Google or designing her own brilliant thing, modern society needed people with the skills she seemed to have a knack for, and Mak felt kind of blessed for it. Like God or whoever had been like, "okay so you're a dyke and that'll be hard, but here's a brain that's good at coding!"
Her eyes widened and she tittered at what Sabrina said, feeling her cheeks flush again. "Ohmygod," Mak said through her laughter. Why did Sabrina have to be such a flirt? Mak loved it and it made her feel squirmy at the same time. "It does, doesn't it? That's okay though, you can totally still ride my chopper." Mak gave her an exaggerated wink, then snickered again.
"Just keep me away from the control panels and all those little buttons," Sabrina said with a grin. "I'd make us both crash and then what would we do?" She knew she was flirting, and that was maybe weird, but it didn't feel weird. Mak was easy to flirt with.
She was Sabrina's friend and gorgeous and Sabrina knew it wouldn't make her uncomfortable the way it might other girls, because hello, gay. It was still fun to do, especially since there was underlying sincerity in it. Sabrina flirted with a lot of people, but it was usually just silly fun stuff that meant nothing. It was still fun with Mak, just... not too silly.
Mak had only 'dated' a few girls in her entire life, and they had all been short-lived and rocky and awkward in that way that high school romance could be. So she wasn't too adept at recognizing when someone had a genuine interest in her in That Way. In her mind, Sabrina was just a flirt and she was being nice to Mak just because they were friends. Sabrina was so pretty and so cool, she felt way out of Mak's league, but Mak wasn't going to complain if she wanted to flirt down a bit. Not to mention, Sabrina liked guys too, and Mak had even more insecurities surrounding the idea of being with a bisexual girl. She didn't have the right equipment and all.
But all that was far from her head at the moment, she was just enjoying the conversation. "Depends on where we crashed," she said with a sage nod. "If it was like, on a deserted island, we could build treehouses and live on the beach and drink coconut milk, all Robinson Crusoe style. Could be fun."
Sabrina had never really had any relationships before. Maybe a date here and there, or stolen kisses in school, and never from a girl before. An actual boyfriend or girlfriend had always alluded her. Not that Sabrina cared much. She saw how much drama came with a relationship. Fighting in the halls and jealousy and ridiculous amounts of PDA. It wasn't really her Thing. Sometimes she thought she might feel differently if it were someone she knew well, someone she was friends with. But then she worried that would be weird, and it sucked to think about breaking up. Because everyone broke up eventually. Goodbye friendship.
Sabrina sighed longingly. "That sounds amazing, actually. I'd rather go Robinson Crusoe style than Lord of the Flies, right? Hell, we don't even need to crash to do that. Let's just take a boat out to an island somewhere and push it back into sea once we're comfortable."
It did sound pretty good, honestly. Mak knew it was all fantasy, there was no way in hell she would know how to survive like that, but it was nice to think about. There was nothing wrong with fantasy, especially when it revolved around Sabrina. "We wouldn't need any boys, so no, definitely no Lord of the Flies," she said with a grin. "But I'm down. Let's go south and get a boat though, I want like, summer all the time." They would freeze to death in the winter on any island around Maine, after all. It had to be a tropical island, where they could run around topless, in just little Amazon bikini bottoms or something. Okay yes, that mental image was going in the spank bank.
"Well, yeah. I just figure island means tropical island," she said with a laugh. "I mean, yeah, we'd have hurricanes, but at least there'd be no snow! We'll make coconut bras and spears out of branches and make up our own language that consists of like, grunts and stuff. If any guys come around, we'll sacrifice them to the Gods." She released a slow sigh and smiled. "Shit that sounds good. It's going to be tough sitting through English now with all of that in my head. Dammit. But hey, if we have to write a short story this year, that's going to be my plot. I'll name the main character Makayla, but Makayla with an 'I', so no one will guess that it's you."
"I could just teach you Latin," Mak pointed out with a bright grin. Who needed grunts when you had a classy dead language to play around with? And even if she remembered most of it wrong on their tropical island, who would know? "Totally down for sacrificing guys to the gods though." Unless it was Hunter, since he was one of her best friends. He was a cool guy though, a different kind of guy. Jade was okay too. Okay only gay guys on their island.
Mak felt all warm and glowy at the idea that Sabrina was going to spend time in class thinking about her, even if it would be silly thoughts like this. She had to laugh at the last part, and playfully rolled her eyes. "Real subtle, Sabrina, nobody will ever guess." She looked positively giddy though, because how could she not? "You could title it like, Queens of the Flies. Oh, oh! Queens of the Stone Age!"
"Yeah, but what if some scholars find themselves on the beach and they know Latin?" Sabrina asked, motioning at Mak with her soda can. "Then they're going to know all the horrible things we have planned for them. That's why we need a grunty language of our own, so no one can decipher it." She was totally fine with allowing gay boys on the island. Sabrina liked boys too, but really, most of them were assholes. At least the ones she knew were. "I'm totally naming it Queens of the Stone Age. It's going to be sexy and violent and full of boy sacrifices. I bet you anything I get recommended to the school counselor after my teacher reads it. Or, if I'm lucky, I'll get to read it out loud to the class. Even better." Sabrina eyed Mak over her soda can as she took a quick sip. "You know this means we have to be island bitches for Halloween, right? Skimpy, torn up clothes and spears."
She was laughing at the thought of Sabrina being called down to the office for writing some cheesecake story about Amazons on an island. In her mind, she was envisioning those old movies from the 70s with the bleach-blondes in their loincloths. Mak’s laughter took on a different tone and she shook her head at the mention of Halloween costumes. “Oh hell no,” she said, amused but horrified at the idea. A lot of the time, Mak’s clothes were meant to hide her body, there was no way she was going to run around in some tiny bikini in front of people. Halloween was too damn cold to even think about it anyway. “You’re on your own there, sorry love.” Mak stuffed the last of her pizza into her mouth and washed it down with milk.
"Coward," Sabrina shot back, but with a grin. "I'll be a lone island bitch then and leave your scantily clad body to fiction." Sabrina had a feeling she could write something poetic about that, but it wasn't likely something she'd ever let Mak read. Maybe. She finished off her soda and set the empty can aside near the crumpled up lunch bag. "Where are you off to next? Want me to walk with you?" She kind of already knew Mak's schedule, and Sabrina's class was on the opposite side of the school, but whatever. She was used to running the last fifteen seconds to her classes before the bell rang anyway.
Mak just answered the accusation with a friendly middle finger and a laugh. If it was just the two of them hanging out in skimpy clothes, then Mak would have definitely been down for it. But letting anyone else see her like that? No thank you. She started piling up her trash to take to the nearest garbage can, and gave Sabrina another smile. “English next,” she said, feeling another happy flutter that Sabrina wanted to walk with her. “But yeah, c’mon, Sabrina Crusoe.” With a little titter, Mak pushed herself up to standing and offered Sabrina her free hand to help her up too. Which was probably totally unnecessary, but when did that matter?
Sabrina grabbed her bag to slip over her shoulder and then grabbed her trash with one hand, taking Mak's in the other so the other girl could help her up to her feet. It was unnecessary but Sabrina wasn't going to complain. She wasn't much of a toucher in any capacity, but she had to admit that the physical contact was nice. Once she was solid on her feet, Sabrina grinned and reluctantly took her hand from Mak's to readjust her book bag. "Did you drive to school today?" If so, she was going to ask for a ride home. If not, Sabrina figured she could suggest they walk home together. Or at least walk in the same general direction before they had to split off.
It was probably a lame ploy to touch the girl she had a crush on, but hey it worked! Cliches were cliches for a reason, right? Mak took her tingling hand back from Sabrina’s grasp and shook her head. “Rode my bike in, Mom needed the car,” she said, then shrugged. She’d been campaigning for her parents to help her buy a vehicle of her own -- she would need one for college, after all, that was a legit reason, right? -- but so far she hadn’t been successful. Mak turned to head down the hallway to her next class, shifting her own bookbag into a more comfortable spot. “Did you walk?” she asked, glancing at Sabrina out of the corner of her eye. She kind of hoped the other girl had, so maybe they could walk toward home together.
"Story of my life," Sabrina said, smiling just to show she didn't mind walking. Which she didn't, usually. She wasn't holding her breath for a car, or even a bike. It was enough of a pain in the ass to get her driver's license. "You want to meet up after school and walk home? I'd say you could ride me home on your handlebars, but knowing our luck we'd end up crashing into a car. Like, a parked car." Walking was just as good if Mak didn't mind pushing her bike along. And Sabrina's dad's apartment wasn't too far from the school.
Mak laughed and tried to look mildly offended but failed miserably at it. So she just wrinkled her nose at Sabrina. “You think I’m that bad of a driver?” she asked haughtily. “I could handlebar you anywhere, thank you very much.” And it would be a ride with a nice view too. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t checked out Sabrina’s ass more than a few times, and it would look pretty spectacular braced against her handlebars. But if Sabrina was more comfortable with both feet on the ground, so be it. “But yeah, want to meet me out front after the last bell?”
"No, I just think I'm big enough to block most of your view," Sabrina shot back with a laugh. "My ass will be too much for your handlebars to handle anyway." She readjusted her back pack on her shoulders, thinking she probably should have done her History homework during lunch instead of socializing, but... this had been so much better. Mrs. Gaines would forgive her. Maybe. Sabrina figured she could scribble it out quickly before class really got going if she got to the room before the bell rang. Fuck. "But yeah, I can just meet you by the bike rack if that's cool." It was definitely something to look forward to.
She needed to really not think about Sabrina’s ass anymore, or she was going to be completely distracted all through English class. Mak didn’t think about bike safety too often, but she definitely didn’t want to tip and drop the girl she had a mad crush on to the pavement, so walking was probably for the best. They could go slower that way anyway, and slower was better when you were walking home with a beautiful girl. “Okay, yeah,” she said with a bright grin. It was all giving her such a nice, fluttery feeling. Mak was sure that meant it was all going to go wrong and stupid, but she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.