Okay so my bud Paradoxilla and I were talking about what the teen years of TWDG cast would be like and what awkward phases Carley and Lilly went through, then the topic switched to Mean Girls (from which this is very, very loosely borrowed from), and then this happened.
We don't own TWDG; this fic is being written purely for our own enjoyment. Enjoy Carley and Lilly (who we will be focusing on) and their awkwardness. Pairings have yet to be determined.
The dark-haired girl's glasses slid off of her face as she nodded her head to the rhythm of a song.
Carley watched her curiously. She was never normally one to take an interest in new arrivals to school. Usually any new students had forced themselves into a clique in the first few hours of class, and she wanted no part of that. This girl, though, hadn't even made a move to socialize with her peers. Typically she studied alone, earbuds constantly in unless her teachers were talking. Carley was surprised she hadn't already become buddies with the nerds to talk about the anatomy of the brain and joined every single intellectual club in existence.
Not even close.
She was riding solo. Carley, though, knew that this was foolish. She herself did not fit into a clique per-say, though she had a few close friends who would protect her despite any circumstances. She needed it, too. People constantly decided to pick on the girl with black lipstick, heavy eye makeup, dark clothes, and hair short enough that the birthmark on her scalp was visible. The assholes who went to her school would grab the rips in her black jeans and pull on them, either tripping her or ruining a pair of pants. They would sneak up behind her and pull her T-shirt up over her head , revealing a silver navel ring and embarrassing her to the point where she flushed on every inch of her body.
So, to say the least, she was surprised that this seemingly weak girl would dare to go alone. She had been here for weeks and received a surprisingly minimal amount of torment.
So when her tiger-striped, thick framed glasses fell towards the solid oak floor, Carley reached out her hand.
Being seated behind the loner girl was an advantage for once as her fingers closed around the earpiece of the doomed pair of glasses.
She lifted them, hand shaking, to her face. She studied them, smirking at the nerd girl through the lenses.
The girl had turned her head and was blinking at Carley like a doe caught in headlights. She pulled out her earbuds and held them in her hand.
"Excuse me, those are mine," she said quietly, voice soft and wavering.
Carley twirled them carelessly in her fingers, watching the girl's eyes widen in fear that she will drop them, though Carley made sure her grip was firm.
"I know," Carley chuckled. She placed them gently on her desk, just out of reach of the other girl.
"So," she started, "before I give you your glasses back, how about some Q and A, eh?"
The girl blinked her dark eyes at Carley, face obviously conflicted.
"But we're supposed to be studying. It's called study hall for a reason," she stammered.
Carley smirked, glancing at their teacher who was dozing at his desk. He was a cool guy, to her at least. He was always kind to her and helped her with some tricky subjects. He had been having a horrible fight with his wife, she had gathered, from snippets of conversation and items left on his desk after school. Mr. Everett taught American History and, in order to earn more money to please his wife, supervised study hall. Luckily none of the assholes had him for this class or else his sleeping face would already have dicks drawn all over it. Carley hoped he would get a divorce soon because it was really putting strain on him.
"I don't think teach will mind. Anyways, what's your name, lone wolf?" she asked, looking into the girl's cautious eyes.
"Lilly," she responded simply, eyeing her glasses, "You know, I really can't see without those on."
"Okay, then I'll make it quick," Carley trilled, "Where did you come from?"
"South Carolina. Now can I have them back?"
"No. Why haven't you been talking to anybody here?"
Lilly's eyes widened further at the question, "How would you know that?"
Carley grinned wolfishly, "I've got eyes everywhere, Lilly," she tested the name on her tongue.
Carley lifted the glasses from her desk, extending her hand towards Lilly to give the glasses back, "Here, you can have them back. Sorry and all that, etcetera etcetera."
Lilly placed the striped glasses onto her face, peering through them at the person that had been speaking to her. She was a bit taken back. Blurry, she had assumed that the person she was talking to was a boy with a feminine voice. Now, though, the source was very clearly female. Her eyes were sharp and had the color and warmth of iced coffee. They were heavily lined with liquid liner and her lashes were drowned in mascara. Her lips were boldly covered in black lipstick. Her hair was a rich shade of brown, about one inch long; a length that would be considered short for a boy. It seemed to suit her. Or, at least, she seemed so comfortable in it that she forced it to work. Her breasts were visible even though she was wearing a loose shirt; they were easily B-cups, possibly larger. Lilly felt a slight twinge of guilt for her mistake.
"Girl, I know I look good, you don't need to stare," Carley chuckled.
Lilly's face was suddenly prickling with embarrassment, "No, I mean, sorry, before I just thought you were-"
"A boy?" Carley asked, eyebrows raised but grin unwavering.
Lilly nodded in response, gaze falling ashamedly to the floor.
"Oh, don't worry about it. One time I passed a mirror in the bathroom and doubled back because I was thinking 'Hey, why the fuck is a guy in the women's bathroom?'," she snickered, "Then again, I wouldn't be a very great manly man seeing as at least eighty percent of my face is made up of either eyeliner or lipstick."
Lilly gave a small titter that quite reminded Carley of a bunny.
"I-"
Carley's sentence was cut short by the blaring of the school bells and the shuffling of feet.
Lilly scooped up her heavy looking books and smiled warmly at Carley, then quickly made her way out of the room.
Carley sighed, and shrugged back into her seat.
Next class: history. Wonderful.
