Jess chuckles.
"And the best part is, this bathroom is frequently used. We'd better get out of here soon, by the way, class is nearly over."
"Oh, right. Last class too." Before leaving, Kris quickly whips her phone out. "Uh, can I- yknow, so we can hang out or something? Your number, I mean."
Jess chuckles and pulls out her phone, then takes ahold of Kris', punching in the string of numbers.
"There you go. Make sure to specify that it's you, by the way."
"Alright, then." Kris waits a few seconds, standing there. "Cya, Jess." She then smiles genuinely and leaves.
Jess chuckles and waves.
She steps out of the bathroom a little bit after Kris, into the teeming mass of people shoving their way to the outside world; just another body in a sea of bodies.
(should we skip to the next day or continue off?)
(Time skip, nothing much will happen I think)
Kris arrived early. She waited in the cafeteria for the bell to ring, headphones on. After carefully considering many things to say, she messaged Jess.
'are you here rn? its kris btw'
Jess pops a bubble with her gum, her hair and eyebrows now bright bubblegum pink.
"Yeah, I'm here. Furthest doors of the cafeteria, near the windows. Look for bright pink lady, you'll find me."
'Bright pink lady?' Kris thought, eyebrows furrowed. She scanned the room and saw a girl that resembled Jess, just with bright pink hair. She was on her phone as well. Kris stood and walked toward her. "Morning, bright pink lady."
Jess chuckles, stowing her phone away in some random pocket on her bright pink skirt.
"Good morning to you too, Ms. Punk."
"Ha." Kris takes off her headphones. "When'd you dye it, yesterday?"
"No, I dyed it two days ago- of course I dyed it yesterday." Jess snarks playfully.
"Eh, I don't know, wouldn't be surprised if you did it this morning. What's your first class today?"
Jess chuckles.
"I woke up at, like, 6:30. I barely had time to get clothes on."
She thinks.
"Boring is what it is, so I'm not going."
"Fair. I have history, I feel like skipping again."
Jess snorts.
"You can't call that whitewashed bullshit 'history.' It's little more than old dead white men telling us from the grave how hard they worked to make slavery legal again."
Kris nods. "We going anywhere or just wandering around?"
"Probably just wandering." Jess replies.
"Cool." Kris agrees flatly. "So." She taps on the table.
"So (sew) buttons." Jess says automatically.
"Huh?" Kris looks up confusedly, then pretends she understood. "Oh, yeah, ha. Uh, do you wanna get going now, orβ¦-"
"Yeah, let's get going." Jess says, slightly embarrassed.
She stands up and stretches, then looks around for a moment before pushing open the doors and stepping out of the school.
(the joke not landing is always awkward on both ends :'))
Kris follows. It was unpleasantly cool outside but she didn't say anything, just zipping up her jacket and stuffing her hands in her pockets.
(Yeah, lol)
Jess looks around for a moment before turning and grinning at Kris.
"So. Do we just want to wander around 'til we find a record store or something, or do we want to do something else?"
"Are you saying you want to go to a record store?" Kris asked, smirking.
Jess raises an eyebrow.
"Do you want this to be a date?"
Kris' stomach jumped but she didn't let that show. "What does that mean?" It was a fight to keep her expression neutral.
Jess grins.
"You're the one that implied you wanted it to be that, so I'm asking you directly."
"I didn't mean for it to sound that way." Kris replied, almost monotonously.
