A (Very) Short Encounter

Who: Kaysen and Skye
Where: MSHS
When: Afternoon

Skye was juggling. Not in the awesome oh-wow-a-juggler! kind of juggling. More like the trying-not-to-drop-everything-again sort of juggling, except it was with more books this time because a good handful of them needed to be returned to the library. She was still fretting over Chrissy, but she was pretty sure she had a good idea of something to cheer her up now (even though it was going to put a rather severe dent into her account - Skye was going to need to start looking seriously at getting a job). And between homework and Chrissy and needed a job and everything else, Skye was starting to feel kind of stressed. At least she hadn't walked directly into anyone else yet.

Kaysen was kind of...not actually going to class. So when the bell rang, she was still sitting on the steps where she had been sitting while everyone shuffled around her. She was sitting there, holding her arm out, her elbow rested on her knee. She kept turning it this way and that, the diamond and saphire bracelet catching the light. It was so incredibly dumb, but she couldn't get over that, even if it had been a day or so. It was just so pretty and shiny and sparkly. Which part of her hated herself for. That was so goddamn girly of her. But...she couldn't actually get past it. So whatever.

She was combatting the girly-ness with skipping class instead. It was a trade off.

Skye was so busy trying to keep from dropping things and not walking into people and other objects that would be less soft, like walls, that she completely failed to remember about the stairs. And the gravitational force of gravity. So while she managed to keep herself from falling thanks to fairly quick reaction and a stair railing, and most of the books managed to stay in her arms, a couple managed to escape and went tumbling spine-over-cover down the stairs. And once Skye was steady she started booking it (forgive the pun) after them. I will not curse, I will not curse. Cursing shows ignorance and a lack of vocabulary, and Mom would swat my butt over it. No swearing.

Kaysen was distracted from the shiny bits on her wrist by the books that went sailing past her, and then the girl who was following. She arched a brow, watching the show. "...um." she said, not sure what to say there. "Try a bag, chick. They work wonders for the not dropping your shit everywhere thing."

"I know, I know." Skye groaned. "All I have is a camping pack, though. I need to get a real one. Sorry about that. None of these hit you, did they?" Skye gave her a worried look - just what she needed. Guilt over a potential injury in the making. Still, she managed to retrieve one of the books in question without further incident, and the other escapee at the same time. "I didn't see, since there were stairs in the way, and oh my gosh I am so sorry if any of them did hit you." She grinned a little sheepishly and a lot apologetically.

Kaysen blinked at the flurry of words and apologies. Most people would have been saying they scored big if they'd hit her. "Um....you didn't hit me, and it's fine?" she suggested, kinda wondering where the trick was. She vaguely recognized the girl and she was trying to place from where. She'd obviously seen her around school, but...seriously. Where?

Skye, on the other hand, didn't recognize Kaysen at all. If she had seen her, which wasn't impossible or even unlikely, it was within the sphere of 'metric tonne of new faces' which kind of became a blur after a while, though she could pick out some people. And even put names to them. Always a bonus, that. Still, it was the better part of... politeness? To be polite, so Skye stuck out her hand. "Hi. I'm Skye. I'm dropping my books a lot today."

"Um...Kaysen." she said, staring at Skye's hand for a second like she'd never seen one before, then she shook, but let go right away. "Are you for real?" she asked. "Like, you're not from around here, are you. And--" fuck. Fuck. "And you're Chrissy's new fucking lapdog, aren't you? Run along, little puppy. Leave me the fuck alone."

Skye blinked. That was. Um. Not expected. And very confusing. Mostly the latter. "Whoa. Okay. Back up there. I'm not sure what I just did to you, but you don't need to get snappier then a rattler at me." Though Skye did manage to mentally file some information in her brain that went along the lines of 'Chrissy + random girl (Kaysen) = history (bad)'. She was better with formulas. "Yes, I'm Chrissy's friend. So what?"

"So what?" Kaysen asked, giving Skye a Look. "So, I'm the girl Chrissy goes out of her way to torment on a daily fucking basis, have you not cleaned the shit out of your ears enough to hear it, little puppy, or are you just playing dumb in the hopes that I'll fall for it, so you can just give me more of the same?" she asked. "There's that part where you should be fucking off, you should get on that."

I am not going to curse. I'm not going to get right bloody furious. She probably just has a scorpion in her shirt or something. Skye took a deep breath, and exhaled it slowly. "I haven't been here that long. Honestly, if I heard anything about you and Chrissy? I've either forgotten it completely or ignored it." A black scorpion. One of those deadly ones from a pet store. Maybe some sort of disgustingly itchy spider. "Either way, thank you for the advice on the backpack. Sorry for the trouble. I hope you get whatever is biting you into a bad mood off your back." Skye smiled sweetly and took her time tucking her books away before heading for the door.

"It's you, lapdog! Don't come crying to me when you realize Chrissy's a manipulative whore who's using you and everyone else around her!" Kaysen shot after the girl, then got up as well and started to head to class. If she was going to be bugged by assholes who were just trying to get in good, some little worms Chrissy was putting up to try and get to her since she'd worked out that stupid dance-deal with Thom...she could fuck right the hell off.

I could throw a book at her head. Skye gritted her teeth. That's not cursing. That's assault. Technically with a weapon. But it isn't swearing. "Don't worry, I won't. Your shoulders look about as comfortable as a steel-wool scouring pad!" Skye sang after Kaysen, and then ducked through the door before Kaysen could respond. I will not curse or physically assault people. Mom would probably disapprove of that too.