Author's Note: I blame this nothingness crap on the Valentine's Day event thing DX
Marcese whistled idly, casually minding her own life when the phone in her pocket buzzed. She slipped it out and flipped it up, opening the new text message.
'It's Amber. You you know your friend from school, Castiel? Well, he made fun of me of me because I was drinking a ginger drink and I'm single. What was he talking about?'
Marcese paused, head slowly tipping to the side. "Whoa," she mumbled to herself in mild awe. "Amber has my number." And then, a realization; "Now I have Amber's number!" A gleeful grin unfolded on her lips as she rapidly replied.
'Ginger's supposed to make you horny, that's why. But I didn't know you were single. How 'bout we meet up, drink some ginger ale together, and change that? ;P'
Marcese happily hit send and bounded on down the hall. Unfortunately, even after a good twenty minutes or so, she didn't get a reply.
"Maybe I'm not being flirty enough," she lamented. That's right, she should send another, more direct message. Wait not message, messages. Yeah, she should send one after the other until Amber got the point. It was the only way to go about this kind of thing really, since as gorgeous as Amber was, she was slow on the uptake in the flirtation department.
Marcese cheerfully started typing away, sending text after text each more straightforward and saucy than the last. After about the fiftieth one, she decided it was enough and eagerly awaited a response.
She got one. On her way to chemistry, she was cornered by a positively flushed Nathaniel. "Jeez, man. You okay there? You're all red."
"Stop. Sexting. My. Sister." Each word was firmly enunciated.
"But I—"
"No 'buts!' One more obscene text and I will confiscate your phone!"
"Fine," Marcese agreed sulkily. "No more sexts."
"Thank you," he sighed in exasperation. He retreated to the student council room and Marcese thoughtfully chewed on the inside of her cheek.
"I'll just have to write her a note instead."