Every few minutes Georgia glanced over at the ginger who had her knees pulled up to her chest, her head buried in her arms. 

Georgia didn't mind the silence, but it wasn't practical. "This is the first time I've ever skipped a class, you know?" She had pulled herself into a similar position to Theo's. 

Theo raised her head, her different colored eyes focused on her. "That's cool." Her eyes lowered to the blonde's lips. "You know something, Georgia?" 

"What?" Georgia mumbled, letting her own eyes fall onto the ginger's lips that were still healing from being busted in countless fights. 

"You're weird." She leaned close, holding Georgia's cheek. "You want experiences, right?" She whispered. 

Georgia frowned. Theo's eyes were blank, letting Georgia know whatever was happening, Theo meant absolutely none of it. Georgia's stomach knotted, churning in a terrible way, but she chose to ignore it. 

The experience mattered. Nothing else. 

"Yeah," Georgia finally answered, leaning forward as well. She was close enough that she could feel Theodora's desperate breaths. 

"You haven't had your first kiss yet, right?" Theo muttered. 

"No." Georgia breathed.

"Well, do you-" Theo started. 

"Yes." Georgia breathed, crashing her lips into Theo's. She groaned into the kiss as Theo grabbed her hair, pulling it and angling her head up. She bit her lip as Theo sucked a hickey onto her neck. 

Georgia thumbed her lip when Theo pulled away, returning into her ball form. She frowned as Theo began to groan. 

"Yana was my first kiss. My only ever kiss. My first time, my first everything." She cried. "And she fucking left me." She gripped her red strands, fisting a ball of hair. "I just wanted to see how it felt, kissing someone else. But..." She looked up, her everything a mess. "I don't even know how it's supposed to feel." 

Georgia sighed, standing up and collecting her things. "That's fine, Theo." She grinned, throwing her backpack over her shoulder lazily. "Thanks for the experience." Her gaze lowered. "Go home, Theo. You need to sleep a few things off." 

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Georgia had finally made it to sixth period, her least favorite class. History. The teacher was boring, the class work was boring, the students were annoying, did she need to go on? The only part she liked was that Annabelle was in that class, the only one the shared together. 

"Hi, Ms. BoringAsHell." Annabelle chirped, leaning back in her chair as she smiled at Georgia. "Welcome to your most hated class! Take your seats, take your seats! On today's air, we have 'Who's Going to Piss Georgia Off This Time?'." 

She gestured to the loud, douchebag football players. "The football-for-brains?" Then, at the bratty rich kids who sat far to the side. "Or, the rich, build-a-bitches?" She leaned in close. "Who have for sure gotten plastic surgery." She whispered. 

Georgia rolled her eyes as she threw her bag on the floor. "They're going to hear you one day, you know." She smiled, getting out her notebook and pencil. 

Annabelle laughed. "Yeah, I know." She shrugged, handing her the worksheet for today. "Picked it up for you." She clicked her tongue. 

"What happened to that girl you found at that one party you dragged me to? The one you took a picture with?" Georgia asked, scratching her name at the top of her page. She looked it over, checking each of the questions. 

It looked like they were going to be watching a documentary and answering questions about it. 

Lame. 

"Oh! Sonny? Aw, she was so cute! I got her number during the party and you know, she actually goes to our school! She's a junior here!" She hummed happily, tapping her pencil against the desk. 

"Are you into her? Or is this like a 'oh she's so cute I wanna be her friend' kind of thing?" 

Annabelle thought for a moment. "Nah, she's kind of cute. I think I might try to make something work. She was cute and awkward..." Annabelle leaned in close, grinning. "Just like you were when I found you. Maybe I can fix her up just like I did you!" 

Georgia shook her head, scrolling through her phone, waiting for the bell to ring. "You mean screw her up? Let me tell you, Belle. Your friendship is no magic potion or pill." Georgia stuck her tongue out. "It's more like poison. Or quick sand. Once you're in, you never get out." 

Annabelle draped an arm over her dramatically. "Oh? But you don't want out, do you Georgia?" 

Georgia scrolled through videos, stopping she when she reached a screaming livestream. Quickly, she turned the volume down, struggling to keep up with the erratic motion of the video. She watched, confused but interested. Ever since she met Theo, tons more of fighting videos and feed had found it's way onto her socials.

Her heart skipped too many beats and immediately she was out of her seat. She left her notebook and whatever else was on the desk there. She didn't give a damn about any of it at that point. 

"She's such an idiot! I told her to go home!" Georgia groaned as she searched her backpack for her keys. "That stupid dumbass...!"

"Hey, Georgia! Where are you going?" Annabelle started, jumping out of her seat. 

"I gotta go! Um, take my stuff home, will you? I'll pick it up from you later, okay?" She rushed her words, bouncing in the hall. 

Once Annabelle nodded, confusion and worry pained on her face, Georgia took off down the hall, ignoring her teacher that hollered after her. 

Georgia had found herself laughing, anger bubbling up. She couldn't believe it. That stupid teen with her heart screwed up, skin bruised, and hair too perfect for such a loser like her, was sabotaging herself again. 

That stupid ginger.