Monday's were a bore. Monday's on August 23rd were an even bigger bore. It's not like Red Valentine chose one single day to wear a new outfit bought from the mall, or even chose one single day to talk only about herself when people asked about her. She did both of those year long. Some got annoyed, others would do anything to live her perfect life; wear her overly priced heels, live miles upon miles from any legal guardian and mange to not be called a shank by how many people they slept with. That's what made Red Valentine different, it didn't matter about what she wore or who she was with in the sheets, people were going to talk about her anyways.

She slammed her locker shut, the numerous posters of many female pop sensations fading out into the darkness and the amount of school cheerleading and dance uniforms rather than your typical high school mandatory books were both no longer visible.

She walked down the halls with such confidence that you would only see in a really horribly done horror movie, you know, the one where the beautiful girl usually dies first because she tripped and fell, yeah; those. Red didn't have to do much talking for people to know she near, her heels would be heard from across the halls. Clink. Clink. Clink. Red hated the sound heels noise, it made her sound like a duck she'd tell to the people who listened to her.

Breathing heavily from the back of her throat, she opened the door that was now in front of her. In the corner of her eye she could read English Lit: Grades 10-11. Her coated lips formed into a tight smile, knowing that it was a mixed class she had more of an opportunity to sink her teeth into another victim.

Her heels were clinking once more, she could practically feel the noise of the room dim down as she admired the list planted on the teacher's desk, showing there was in fact seating arrangements. Red hated assigned seats, but she also loved them, because she knew deep down that if she were seated in the back, she could easily put one's private in her mouth and not get caught as easily, however if she were in the front, she could just as easily lift up her skirt somehow and seduce the whole class behind her.

Her shoulders formed a mere shrug at the thought of being in the front. She read the name next to her's again before smiling a little wider than before, her smile more visible this time.

Hips swaying and heels annoyingly clinking she managed to sit in her "assigned seat" and do just what she does best, moving around in her seat just enough so her skirt flew up enough in the back.

"Red, hi." she looked up from her cotton candy colored nails and smiled slyly at the one person she loved more than anything, her best friend, Katrina Wright. The two girls lived together, but through the halls they didn't see much of either.

**
"Kt. Haven't seen you for a hot minute,"

Katrina frowned, fiddling with her colored nails as well, black of course; to match her simple black t shirt with panda bears wrestling each other.

"Maybe it's because you left home early to see someone. It's okay, though, I'm not mad" the slightly taller girl barely smiled, she was pretty enough to model, be an actress even, and her fluent French and homeland accent were definitely even better, but she didn't believe in that sort of stuff, the high life, knowing that everyone could possibly be staring at her in a provocative manner.

Red giggled. It was true, she had left rather early that morning to meet up with someone, and that someone just happened to be in this very classroom, but that didn't bother Red. It never did, because in her eyes she might as well never see him again. It's not like she'd notice him for crying out loud, boys should know better, they should know that once the deed is done it's done, no strings attached.

"Sorry, doll. I'll make it up to you tonight. Movie night?"

Kt could easily shake her head no and think of some excuse to leave the house tonight, it was so easy, that's all she's ever really wanted, was to get away from Red and get away from all the stuff she brings with her being her best friend, mainly because Red wouldn't notice either way, her eyes were fixated on the class' new student teacher, who just sort of stood in the corner of the room, not even looking at anyone and kept readjusting his tie and fluffing his hair, but she couldn't do that to Red, she couldn't, even though deep down she knew Red could and would do that to her.

"Sounds perfect."