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Nicole was never one to be vulnerable, it was how she coped. Fighting to survive until Nedley adopted her and they made an agreement to change her ways. She went to a private school where she would learn discipline. She attended that school all the way until her senior year of highschool, only after begging Nedley that she was ready to return to Purgatory. It had been almost six years since she had gone back there, she doubted anyone would recognize her. She had changed physically and mentally though she never did really unlearn her ways, she mostly learned how to not start fights anymore.
“Alright, Haught. We are here,” Nedley said as he stopped the car. Nicole hummed her response as she got out of the car and grabbed her luggage from the trunk. As she followed Nedley to the house, she spotted something out of the corner of her eye.
“You never got rid of it?!” She exclaimed as she placed her luggage down and walked over to the covered motorcycle.
“Damn right I didn’t. That thing holds too much value to get rid of it,” He replied as he watched Nicole uncover the black motorcycle.
“Now that I can drive, I was thin-”
“Not a chance,” Nedley interrupted her, knowing exactly what she was about to ask. “You still haven’t changed a bit since you left.”
“Oh, come on Ned. She’s too much of a beaut to stay hidden like this,” Nicole pleaded as she ran her hand over the handles and looked at Nedley.
Nedley huffed and stayed silent for a while, contemplating the idea in his head. “Okay, fine. But! And I mean a big but…”
Nicole nodded and smiled at him.
“Get a helmet for that thing and you have to prove you can ride it,” He finished.
“I can do one of those things right now,” Nicole said as she mounted the bike.
“Not so fast, young lady,” Nedley warned, walking over. “You still have to put away your stuff, then we’ll see about you driving that motorcycle.”
“Oh alright,” She sighed, getting off the motorcycle and moved to grab her luggage again as Nedley opened the front door to the house. She carried her luggage all the way up the stairs and into her room. She dropped her luggage and then dropped on her bed. “Still comfortable as I remembered,” She spoke into the bed then rose to her feet to place her stuff away. She realized how much more she could place in the room now that she didn’t share it with someone else. That had given her an idea, after proving to Nedley that she could drive the motorcycle she would go into town. After finishing up, she headed downstairs and found Nedley in his office, presumably going over a case.
“I suppose you are done?” He said as he peered over the paper.
“Yeah,” Nicole beamed. “Now I'm ready to prove that I can drive that beauty.”
“Alright,” He mumbled, getting up to his feet and opening one of his drawers and grabbing the keys before they both walked outside. He uncovered the motorcycle, giving it a quick look over to make sure nothing seemed wrong with it. Once he was done, he patted the seat and looked at Nicole. “If you prove to actually know how to drive her, you must also buy yourself some protective armor jackets just in case,” He pointed his finger at her then at the motorcycle.
“Will do,” Nicole answered back, walking over to Nedley when he held out the keys and took them in her own hands. She mounted the motorcycle, placing one foot on the floor and the other on the rear foot rest, taking a deep breath before she put the key in the ignition and flipping on the ignition kill switch. She noticed it was low on fuel, but other than that it felt perfect.
“Woah, there hotshot. Anyone knows how to turn on a motorcycle,” Nedley chuckled, taking a few steps back. Nicole gave him a curt nod in response before she moved her left foot and shifted the pedal into first gear then used her right hand to twist the throttle, revving the engine to get it warmed up after being stationary for a long time before taking off into the street.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Nedley said out loud when Nicole turned the motorcycle around in a circle, a visible smirk as she did so.
“Told you I knew how to ride.” She rode back to where the motorcycle previously was.
“I could see that.” Nedley motioned to the middle of the street, “But do you have a license?”
Nicole took out her wallet and showed Nedley her ID. “Yeah. We all had to get them at that weird school,” She answered as she dismounted the motorcycle and placed her wallet back in her pocket.
“Fine, you can use it, but seriously buy a helmet and protective jackets.” Was all Nedley got out before Nicole pulled him in for a tight hug.
“You’re the best,” She answered, squeezing him tighter.
“While you're at it,” He paused, pulling away and looking at her. “You also might want to buy stuff for school tomorrow.”
“What now?”
“Yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, “I forgot to tell you. You start school tomorrow.”
“That quick?” Nicole pulled away, shocked.
“School in Purgatory starts earlier than over there.”
“Well, I must head into town right now then.” She pointed at his watch, then pulled him in for another hug before she left with the motorcycle.
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After making a quick pit stop at a gas station, then at the motorcyclists shop and buying the helmet and a protective jacket, immediately wearing it because it looked amazing. She stopped by Purgatory's mall to buy what she was going to need for tomorrow. The mall had changed since she was last there. She really hoped that they didn’t recognize her or otherwise she would need to look for somewhere else to shop, as they banned her from many stores. She was too wrapped up in admiring the mall or otherwise she would have seen the woman in front of her, accidentally crashing into her and holding them upright so they won’t fall.
“Watch where yo-” The woman stopped once she looked at her.
“Are you okay?” Nicole asked as she let go of the woman in front of her.
“Yeah… I’m fine,” The short woman replied after a while.
“I’m so sorry I crashed into you. I was distracted looking for a store.” Nicole examined the woman from head to toe, making sure she didn’t hurt her.
“I-I’m fine,” The woman stuttered. “What sto-”
“Told you I’d be right out, Waverly,” A man interrupted the woman, stopping in his tracks when he saw Nicole and extended his hand to her. “Hey there, I’m Jeremy.”
“Nice to meet you, Jeremy,” Nicole answered as she gave him a firm handshake. “I must get going now.”
Jeremy looked over at Waverly as she left, noticing that Waverly was definitively checking her out.
“What?” Waverly said when she noticed Jeremy staring at her.
“Who was that?” He asked smugly.
“Some woman who bumped into me,” Waverly shrugged. “Now did you find your toy.”
“First of all, it’s not a toy, it's a Doctor Who collectible.” He pointed at his Tardis, then carefully crossed his arms. “Second of all, just a woman who bumped into you,” He continued with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“Yes, just a woman,” Waverly rushed out, averting her face from Jeremy. “Who bumped into me.”
“Oh, I’m just teasing Waves,” He replied as he nudged her. “Where to next?”
“Do you still have enough money to spend at the arcade?” Waverly pointed at the arcade on the second floor.
“Would I even be me if I didn’t have spare cash for the arcade?” He joked.
“No,” Waverly laughed. “No, you wouldn’t.”
They both chuckled before they headed towards the escalator, both carefully stepping on it as they were afraid of missing the steps. Once they arrived at the top floor, they practically ran to the arcade and took out their cards to load them up with credits. They stood in line, patiently waiting for their turn to pay for their credits.
“Next customer!” The cashier motioned with his hand at Waverly once he finished helping Jeremy. “What would you like to do today?”
“I would like to add some credits, please,” Waverly beamed as she handed the cashier her arcade card.
“How much would you like to put?” The cashier asked as he swiped the card.
“Thirty dollars.”
“Cash or card?” The cashier tapped on the screen.
“Cash.” She handed the man the money.
“Alrighty then,” He replied, taking it and tapping the screen one more time leading to the cash register to open. He placed the money in the respective place before he finished her transaction, handing Waverly her card back along with a receipt. “You now have a hundred and twenty credits, enjoy.”
“Thank you.” Waverly joined Jeremy, who was standing near the Mario Kart machine.
“I bet you can’t win me on Mario Kart,” Jeremy challenged her when she was close enough to hear.
“Oh, you’re on Chetri,” Waverly retorted and sat in one of the open seats.
“Loser buys the next game.” Jeremy sat in the seat next to her and swiped his card. Waverly chose toad while Jeremy chose Princess Peach. They stayed silent as they concentrated on beating each other.
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“Of course you would throw the stupid turtle shell,” Waverly grumbled as they sat down in the food court. She would’ve won if he hadn’t thrown that shell.
“You’re still hung up on that?” Jeremy chuckled.
“Yeah because that led to many bets and now I had to buy you food.” She motioned to the food in front of him.
“It’s not my fault you’re easy to beat at table hockey.”
“No, the only explanation is that you were cheating,” She huffed out.
“No, I was…” Jeremy abruptly stopped, leaning forward. “Isn’t that the woman who bumped into you?” He motioned with his head at a table.
“Yeah and?” Waverly asked.
“You like her, don’t you?” He playfully shoved her shoulder.
“Pfft.” Waverly shook her head to hide the blush blooming on her face, “What makes you say that?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Jeremy paused, sarcastically. “That you totally checked her out as she walked away.”
Waverly hid her face in her hands and shook her head, “No, I didn’t.”
“Well, that’s not what your blushing face is saying.” Jeremy placed a hand on her arm and gave it a gentle squeeze, “It’s okay to have a crush on someone, Waves.”
“But not when they are way out of your league.”
“ Way out of your league ,” Jeremy scoffed. “Waverly, you’re the smartest and prettiest girl in school and I’m not just saying that because you are my friend.”
“That doesn’t mean someone like her could have a crush on me.” Waverly peeked out from her hands and met Jeremy’s gaze.
“I swear you’re really smart, but very oblivious,” Jeremy chuckled as he pulled away. “You have boys and girls flirting with you at school.”
“They were just being nice,” Waverly shrugged her shoulders.
“Like I said, oblivious.” Jeremy motioned to her, then took a sip of his smoothie.
“You and Wynonna think anyone who’s nice to me is flirting.” Waverly motioned with her french fry, then plopped it into her mouth.
“Oh, fiddlesticks, she’s looking this way,” Jeremy rushed out, stealing a french fry from her and eating it. Waverly couldn’t make a comment on her stolen french fry as the redhead looked to be walking over to them. Waverly let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when the woman passed by them, throwing her trash into the bin and placing the tray on top, then entering a store. Jeremy began laughing after a moment, “Still in denial?”
“Not funny, Jeremy,” Waverly retorted, swatting his arm. “Not funny.”
“Oh, come on, I think I’m pretty hilarious.”
“Yeah, a real comedian,” Waverly said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him.
“You think she’ll go to our school?” He took another sip of his smoothie.
“Probably,” She shrugged. “She didn’t look our age so she may not.”
“How much do you want to bet that she goes to our school?” Jeremy challenged, stealing yet another fry from her.
“I’m not betting and second of all.” She swatted his hand as he tried grabbing another fry, “Get your own fries.”
“But the stolen ones taste so much better, Waves,” He replied in mock sadness and put on his best puppy dog eyes.
“You could’ve just asked. I don’t actually mind buying you food.”
“But stolen fries,” He repeated himself before he changed the subject. “Are you ready for tomorrow?”
“You think we’ll have the same classes again?” She asked, opening her water bottle.
“I hope so. We’d dominate physics class just like we did chemistry,” He beamed, extending his fist towards her.
Waverly bumped her own against his, “Mr. Rightnar isn’t ready for this powerful duo.”
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Nicole got back home, struggling a bit with her bags. She had purchased a new backpack, notebooks, and a fountain pen because it looked cool and it wouldn’t be the first time she had used one. She’d lost her first one after letting someone borrow it, a rookie mistake on her part. She opened the door and walked in, passing by Nedley as he was cooking dinner in the kitchen.
“Jesus, you bought a lot of things there.” He placed down the spoon and rushed over to help Nicole.
“I did not,” She countered.
“I’m not even going to ask how you got home with these,” He said, motioning with his hand at all the bags.
“Honestly, I couldn’t resist buying saddlebags,” Nicole informed as she went up the stairs.
“I see you bought the jacket.”
“I didn’t just buy one.” She looked over her shoulder as she continued walking up the stairs, “On the way back I stopped there again and bought two more.”
“And what about the helmet?” He placed some bags into his free hand.
“I bought this beautiful one, but I left it on the bike.” She opened her bedroom door and placed the bags on her desk.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He placed the bags down on the desk then walked to the door, “Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes so that should give you some time to put these things away.”
Nicole nodded and took out some items from one bag as Nedley closed the door. Apart from the usual school supply she had purchased, she had also bought some shoes and a couple of new clothing items. She had also bought other miscellaneous items that she found interesting, or that they’d look good to decorate her room a bit. One of them was a mug that looked deformed with the lettering ‘ I Flunked Anger Management ’. Which was true, she had flunked that course before and she found the mug hilarious. Nicole definitely intended to use it. She had taken a liking to coffee when she worked at a café. She had especially taken a liking to straight up espressos and the occasional lattes. She didn’t need to work, but she chose the job because she wanted to earn a bit of extra cash and it could prove to everyone that she had learned patience and control contrary to her flunking the anger management course. Once she had finished putting everything in its respective place, she went downstairs and went outside, grabbing the helmet to show Nedley.
“Look at her,” She said as she held up the helmet.
“You chose the Scorpion EXO?!” Nedley exclaimed as he walked over and examined the helmet with his own hands.
“Damn right I did.” Nicole smirked. She knew she had chosen a good helmet.
“Boy, am I jealous.” Nedley handed back the helmet, “That helmet has polycarbonate shelling, and it's visor is optically clear with an anti-scratch coating. Not to mention that it has speaker pockets and it somehow, with all the vents, keeps the noise level low.”
“I know, that’s why I bought it Nedley,” Nicole chuckled as she placed the helmet down in a chair in the living room.
“Okay, but enough of helmets. Are you excited about tomorrow?”
“A little. I mean, it’s good to be back, but I don’t even know what classes I have,” She said as she grabbed some plates to set the table.
“Oh, I have your schedule.” Nedley placed some pasta on a plate. “They sent it to me today in the morning.”
“You have it?” Nicole helped him by spooning in some sauce after he finished.
“Yeah, it's on the printer still. I forgot to hand it to you.” Nedley walked to the other plate and placed the remaining pasta on it.
“I’ll get it after we finish eating.” Nicole spooned the last of the sauce onto the plate and put the saucepan in the sink.
“I hope you haven’t gotten used to the food from the big city,” Nedley said as he sat down.
“You kidding me?” She replied, sitting down next to him. “Nothing tops your cooking.”
“That is comforting to hear,” Nedley beamed, picking up his cup. “Here’s to you being back.”
“Here’s to not being so much of a troublemaker as before.” Nicole raised her own cup.
“Hilarious,” Nedley countered.
“What I’m only promising to be as much trouble as I was before,” Nicole shrugged and smiled.
“Just please don’t make me bring you to the station,” Nedley exhaled, setting down his cup and grabbing his fork. “I already have enough on my plate dealing with the eldest Earp as it is.”
“I make no promises,” Nicole informed as she grabbed some pasta with her fork. “I really missed your cooking, though.”
“I picked up some new tricks while you were gone,” Nedley replied after he finished chewing his bite.
“Really now?” Nicole tilted her head, curious.
“It’s never too late to take a cooking class and learn new techniques.”
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After she helped Nedley clean up their dishes, Nicole grabbed her schedule from the printer and walked up the stairs to her room. She had to make sure she had everything she might need in her backpack and go over her schedule. When she was in the comfort of her own room, she examined her schedule as she sat down at her desk.
“They really gave me an advanced math class as my first class of the day?” She complained out loud. She continued complaining about her classes and why her counselor would torture her with a math class out of all the other ones to make her attend in the morning. She hoped that whoever Mrs. Bunny was, that she was at least a compassionate person and allowed her to at least drink coffee in the class. Finally, giving up on complaining about her schedule to herself out loud, Nicole grabbed her amplifier and electric guitar from her closet, placing her amp next to her desk and plugging it in. She looked in her desk drawer for her new headphones and plugged them into the amp, then finished setting up her electric guitar. She had to re-tune the strings, praising herself as she successfully did it by ear. She placed her fingers on the strings and strummed, singly softly so Nedley wouldn’t hear her and make her do a rendition of ‘ Livin, On A Prayer ’.
“ Don't mind you running through my head all day
Last time I took the bait, never been the same
Never been want to some random I love
Lord knows I'm better off when I sleep alone ”
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Nicole groaned as she hit her alarm, turning it off and groaning still as she got out of bed. She went to her closet and picked out her outfit of the day, a black band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and her palladium boots. Then she hurried off to shower and change so she had enough time to enjoy eating breakfast with Nedley before she left.
“Good morning, Nedley,” She greeted as she entered the kitchen, heading over to the coffeepot and pouring some into her new mug.
“Good morning,” Nedley replied as he flipped the pancakes in the pan. “Hope you’re hungry, pancakes will be done in two minutes.”
“Ah, you know me so well,” Nicole cooed as she brought a hand up to her chest then took a sip of her coffee.
“Well kidd-” Nedley paused as he turned around with a stack of pancakes and began laughing. “You really made that a joke didn’t ya?”
“What?” She cocked an eyebrow and hid her smirk behind her cup.
“The mug, Haught. The mug,” He laughed, walking to the table and setting the stack of pancakes down.
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for inside jokes.” She shrugged, placing the mug down on the counter and opening the fridge to take out the maple syrup.
“Too bad you didn’t buy me one that said ‘ There’s a new sheriff in town ’.”
“You just gave me an idea.” She placed the syrup on the table while Nedley placed a small bowl of diced fruit in the middle of the table.
“You know,” He started as he sat down placing two empty plates on the table. “You have yet to make me one of your favorite fancy coffee drinks.”
“You mean a latte?” Nicole chuckled as she sat down.
“That’s what I said,” Nedley shrugged. “Don’t forget to get to school fifteen minutes before class starts so you have enough time to look for your classes,” He continued as he placed a bit of fruit on top of his pancake and poured syrup over it.
“What time does it even start?”
Nedley huffed and checked his watch, “You have about forty five-ish minutes.”
“Still didn’t answer my question.” Nicole cut a piece of her pancakes, scooping up a bit of fruit on the top.
“At eight o’ five,” Nedley replied, still staring at his watch. “I could drop you off before I head to the station if you want. I have enough time.”
“It’s okay, Ned. You must be busy down there anyway with the whole chief thing.” She waved her knife around.
“Careful.” Nedley pointed at the knife, “Alright, if you say so. Don’t think I don’t know that you’re just trying to show up to school in that thing.” He pointed at the window that showed the motorcycle.
“What? No?” Nicole retorted. “I’m just trying to show you I’m more mature.”
“Yeah and I’m the mayor of Purgatory,” He shot back. “Hurry up and finish your food if you want to make it to school and find a parking space.”
“Yes, sir.”
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Nicole arrived at the school parking lot with twenty minutes to spare, searching for a parking space in the student parking lot. When she found one she quickly parked and dismounted the bike, grabbing and opening her backpack to grab her schedule. Her schedule thankfully listed the room number of her class, but not where it was located on campus. Nicole groaned and roamed the halls until she found the location of her classes. She entered a building, finding out it was the wrestling room and quickly left. She continued to roam, not asking for help from other students because she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. More attention that is, while she searched around she carried her helmet, wondering if she even had a locker as some kids stared at her. Thankfully, to her luck she found the girl she bumped into at the mall putting something in her locker while another woman leaned on the nearby locker. Nicole gave up and decided she should suck up her pride and ask her. While she looked at her schedule once more she heard a locker close. When she looked up, she saw the girl she bumped into pressed up on a locker with the other woman in front of her.
“Excuse me, Waverly was it?” She spoke as she stepped closer. The woman in front of Waverly resumed leaning on the locker again.
“Oh, hi there. Yep, that is my name,” Waverly awkwardly replied.
“I was wondering if you knew where Mrs. Bunny’s math class was?” Nicole glanced at her schedule again.
“M… M… Mrs. Bunny? A-Are…. Are you sure you want to go there?” Waverly clutched her books closer to her chest.
“Is something wrong with her?” Nicole raised an eyebrow and tilted her head.
“Don’t worry about it, Gingerspice. She just had a bad breakfast,” The other woman spoke and tapped Waverly’s head. “Isn’t that right, Baby Girl?”
“I didn’t mean Waverly. I meant Mrs. Bunny,” Nicole clarified.
“Waverly!” A woman interrupted them.
“Speak of the devil,” The blue-eyed woman mumbled as she motioned with her thumb to her right.
“How many times do I need to clarify to you. You must follow the dress code.” Mrs. Bunny pointed at Waverly and then turned around to Nicole, “And you? Your shirt has too much vulgarity! The both of you will have to change. Go to the locker room and change… And don’t be late for math!” She handed the blue-eyed woman something then walked away.
“Sounds like Mrs. Bunny had an awful morning,” Waverly spoke out after the math teacher was out of earshot.
“More like an awful life,” The blue-eyed woman retorted.
“Could you show me to the locker room?” Nicole asked as she looked at her watch.
“Sure,” Waverly replied with a small smile.
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy the stylish options,” The woman teased.
“Wynonna!” Waverly swatted her shoulder.
“What?” The woman who Nicole now could put a name to laughed, “They are.”
Waverly shook her head and began walking down the hallway, being followed by Nicole and Wynonna. Nicole opened the door as they exited the building and followed Waverly to the side of another building in the middle of the campus. Before Nicole could open the door for them, Wynonna grabbed her shoulder and shook her head as she raised a key. She walked to the door and opened it, holding it open as they walked in.
“Alright, you two change,” Wynonna said as she walked in and leaned on the door frame. Waverly shook her head and walked over to a bin and showed Nicole a shirt and a sweater.
“These are stylish alright,” Nicole mumbled, grabbing the sweater.
“We should change quickly. Mrs. Bunny is already mad and the last thing we need is detention on the first day of school,” Waverly replied as she grabbed a shirt her size and turned around to see Nicole lifting off her shirt, leather jacket already discarded on the bench. Wynonna smirked as she saw Waverly’s jaw slightly drop.
“Looks like you guys are going to need your privacy.” Wynonna locked the door and dropped the key on the floor. When the key fell, Waverly glanced over at the door before rushing to it when she realized what Wynonna just did.
“Wynonna unlock this door!” Waverly fought with the door handle as she yelled, “Wynonna, this isn’t a joke!”
“Did she just lock us in?” Nicole finished pulling the sweater over her head.
“Yep,” Waverly sighed.
“Why would she do that?” Nicole groaned as she looked at her watch, “Especially right now.”
“I-I don’t know,” Waverly stuttered, hoping her face didn’t show the blush creeping on her cheeks.
“What’s going on with you two?” Nicole cocked an eyebrow.
“Wynonna is mischievous.” Waverly fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, “But I may know someone who can get us out.”
“If I may.” Nicole pointed at the door behind Waverly.
“Oh, sorry,” Waverly mumbled shyly.
“Don’t apologize,” Nicole replied as she kneeled. “You weren’t the one who locked us in here.”
“Right,” Waverly whispered as Nicole looked at the door handle.
“I may be rusty with these, but I can get us out.” She took out her wallet and grabbed some pins from it.
“What are you doing?” Waverly asked as stared curiously at her.
“Picking the lock.” Nicole glanced at her over her shoulder before placing the pins in the keyhole, moving them as she did.
“You’re doing what now?”
“There it’s done.” Nicole rose to her feet and smiled at Waverly as she placed the pins back in her wallet.
“Where… H-How…” Waverly was confused and speechless.
Nicole shrugged and pointed at her, then at the shirt in her hand, “I think you should change fast if you still want to make it on time to class.”
“Right.” Waverly shook her head and put on the shirt as Nicole placed her leather jacket in her backpack.
“Come on, let’s go,” Nicole said, handing Waverly her books.
“Thank you.” Waverly grabbed the books and hugged them, “And thank you for getting us out.”
“Your girlfriend should stop pulling these kinds of pranks,” Nicole spoke as she put on her backpack and grabbed her helmet.
“Ew,” Waverly groaned. “Wynonna is my sister.”
“Then I’m sorry about your mischievous sister and for assuming.” Nicole walked over to the door and opened it.
“I… Oh… I-I,” Waverly stammered as she tried to speak.
“Now let’s get to math class before we get detention.” Nicole kneeled down and grabbed the key off the floor and handed it to Waverly as she trudged. Waverly locked the door once they were out, and they walked towards their math class.
“I’m bisexual,” Waverly rushed, breaking the silence.
“Thank you,” Nicole replied as she kept following Waverly.
“Thank you for what?” Waverly furrowed her brows.
“Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to tell me, a stranger.” Nicole grabbed the door handle and opened it, waiting for Waverly to go first.
“Oh.” Waverly internally face palmed, “I’m sorry about Wynonna’s little prank and if it made you feel uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable?” Nicole looked at her, “On the contrary, I’m used to pranks like this.”
Waverly was about to reply, but they had arrived. “We are here,” She said as she opened the door. Nicole gave her a curt nod as she entered, Waverly walking in right behind her and headed to Mrs. Bunny and handing her the key.
“Wynonna dropped it again, didn’t she,” Mrs. Bunny groaned.
“No.” Waverly shook her head, “She gave it to me when she realized she was also going to be late for class.”
“Take a seat.” Mrs. Bunny motioned to the empty desk next to where Nicole sat down, the late bell ringing as she sat down. “Alright class, settle down. I’m Mrs. Bunny for those that didn’t know. On the board are the class rules, you must follow them.”
“No food or drink in class,” Nicole quietly groaned. Boy, was this class going to be hell for when she couldn’t sleep. Waverly glared at her sister from across the room, but her sister just smiled, looking at the board.
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Waverly angrily spotted her sister and Jeremy sitting down at a table and angrily marched over there with her tray. Jeremy waved to her when he noticed her, and Wynonna smirked.
“How did it go?” Wynonna asked with a waggle of her eyebrows as her sister sat down next to Jeremy.
“Hey, Jeremy. How’s your day been?” Waverly ignored Wynonna.
“I-It’s been good?” Jeremy looked at both of them, “What did you do, Wynonna?”
“Me?!” Wynonna put a hand on her chest with an affronted look on her face, “I have done nothing wrong.”
“Yeah, and I’m the queen of freaking England, aren’t I?” Waverly shot back.
“Wynonna, what did you do?” Jeremy asked again.
“You told me about that Ginger Goddess who bumped into Waves and well… I played cupid,” Wynonna shrugged, picking up a chicken nugget and dipping it into ketchup.
Waverly scoffed and glared at her sister, “She locked us in the locker room.”
“Playing cupid,” Wynonna repeated in a matter-of-fact way.
“That’s not even remotely how cupid works,” Jeremey furrowed his brows at her, confused. “Cupid doesn’t go around locking people up to get them to be together, he shoots them with an arrow of love.”
“Ugh, fine, I was playing matchmaker,” Wynonna replied, waving a fry around as she spoke.
“You are lucky Nicole knows how to pick locks,” Waverly mumbled as she opened her bag of baby carrots.
“Wait, she did what now?” Jeremy dropped the apple slice in his hand.
“That’s how we got out.” Waverly shrugged and plopped a baby carrot in her mouth.
“And here I thought she was just a punk wannabe,” Wynonna chuckled. “Do you think she will be my friend?”
“Wynonna, no,” Waverly chastised her. “I don’t think she’ll be your friend after your little prank.”
“But it was a harmless prank,” Wynonna complained and pouted, crossing her arms.
“We have to work on your definition of harmless.” Jeremy shook his head and began lifting a bit of his shirt, “My bruise is still purple.”
“A prank goes wrong one time and somehow you’re a douche,” Wynonna murmured before she looked away from them and pointed at someone discreetly. “Ginger six o’clock.”
“Wynonna, no. I know what you are thinking and no.” Waverly pointed at her menacingly.
“I agree with Waverly,” Jeremy rushed out.
“Oh, come on, you guys are no fun,” Wynonna retorted and grabbed another chicken nugget. “Fine, I won’t do anything.”
“Thank you,” Waverly exhaled, relieved her sister was going to pull any more shenanigans.
“But don’t get mad when Shae over there gets to her first.” Wynonna pointed to where Shae sat and then opened up her juice box.
“Huh?” Waverly looked behind her and saw Shae call Nicole over to sit down.
Nicole sat down with Shae’s friend group and Waverly wondered if they had a class together. Waverly got up and sat next to her sister to see what Shae was doing, she was known for causing trouble. Waverly sat there quietly, looking at the other table as Wynonna and Jeremy talked about their teachers. A short while later, Nicole excused herself from the table and walked towards the library, even after Shae begged for her to stay and chat with them. Wynonna bumped her shoulder with Waverly.
“Hey, it looks like Gingerspice doesn’t want to hangout with Shae.” She motioned with her last chicken nugget before eating it.
“Shae zero. Waverly… One?” Jeremy chimed in.
“What no?” Waverly scoffed
“Oh, come on. She paired up with you for the ice breaker thing,” Wynonna retorted.
“That was only because I was the only one she knew and you probably pissed her off. That doesn’t mean she likes me.” Waverly hung her head, hiding her flushing face.
“She could’ve also asked anyone else, heck, even a campus supervisor to show her where her next three classes were located, but she found you and asked you.” Jeremy sided with Wynonna.
“Oh, she did now?” Wynonna smirked.
“Still means nothing. She was probably shy,” Waverly rushed out quickly, stuffing her face with the rest of her food from refraining to answer any more questions.
“I remain corrected,” Jeremy began with confidence. “Shae zero. Waverly one.”
To Waverly luck the bell rang, signifying that lunch had ended she quickly gathered her stuff and began walking to her next class, ignoring Jeremy’s pleas to wait for him. She quickly threw away her carton tray in the trash and rushed to her physics class.
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Wynonna scowled before she opened the door to her English class. She scanned the room to see if she saw anyone familiar and sighed when she found no one. She sat down in the far back of the class to avoid being called on a lot, and it gave her the perfect coverage to sleep if she ever found the class so boring. The rest of her classmates seemed to know each other as they grouped up and began speaking together. She hoped that whoever sat down in the empty seat next to her wasn’t boring so she could have at least some fun in the future.
“We will begin after the late bell rings,” The teacher informed them from her desk. “I hope you are all excited about this class as much as I am.”
“I’m excited to get this over with,” Wynonna whispered. It didn’t take long for the late bell to ring, however. Someone walked in as it rang, but Wynonna couldn’t care less which dumbass was late, groaning when she realized that she sat next to the only empty desk in the classroom. She would usually be happy to not have to be seated next to anyone, but someone next to her lightly tapped her shoulder.
“Is it alright if I sit next to you?” Nicole asked, motioning to the empty desk.
“Hey there, Red,” Wynonna greeted, happy it was Nicole and not someone else. “It’s the only seat available, so go ahead.”
“Don’t call me that and alright,” Nicole whispered her reply as the teacher began going over the same speech she’d heard from every other teacher she’s had.
“So, no hard feelings?” Wynonna whispered, looking at Nicole.
“Hard feelings?” Nicole shot her a confused look before turning back to face the teacher.
“You know,” Wynonna paused and continued at Nicole’s head shake. “The thing from this morning?”
“Oh, that.” Nicole looked at her again before resuming to look at the teacher, “You have nothing to worry about.”
Wynonna couldn’t read Nicole’s expression, or her tone. Was she mad and plotting revenge, or was the redhead okay? Was Waverly right? Had her prank gone too far? Wynonna was stopped from her thoughts as the teacher called out her name.
“Wynonna, are you paying attention!”
“Yes, Ma’am,” She answered back, sarcastically.
“Then tell me what I was going over,” The teacher demanded.
“How we shouldn’t talk when you’re talking in the middle of the lecture,” Wynonna proudly answered.
“Good. Now back to what I was talking about..” Wynonna zoned out the teacher as she droned on about the class rules and her grading rubric. She couldn’t wait to tell her sister that the redhead was in her class.