A/N: Written for my LiveJournal friend "nygoldfish54", because she requested it for a drabble meme thing. I did the word count, and the body of the story is exactly 100 words. Yay!
Trash
Making out in closets was something that trashy girls did. Trashy girls, with teased hair and short skirts, leather jackets and knowing smirks. Claire hated the way those girls swaggered down the hallway, plastered to the side of some tough, mean-looking guy.
Bender was tough. But he didn't look it when she slipped inside the closet; his eyes were wide...fear, surprise. No hardness, no meanness.
There was a little swagger in her step as she closed the distance between them, and when she pressed her lips to his, Claire decided that maybe being a trashy girl wasn't all that bad.