Disclaimer: This idea came from the movie, She's All That. I do not own the idea and give 100% of the credit to the movie. Except for of course, the obvious changes I make throughout the chapters.

She should have expected it since the rest of student council promised that after spring break, the sign on her parking space would have her name on it. But, as Skye pulled into her very familiar parking spot with the new accessory, she just couldn't help but smile. She got out of her jeep and looked at the sign a little more clearly. Reserved for Skye Coulson—Student Body President. If she didn't already feel like a celebrity at school, then she definitely did now. Walking on to school grounds, Skye wasn't surprised at all that she was getting stares from all her fellow classmates. She looked down at her attire; the usual clothes as always. Letterman jacket (since she is captain of the girls' soccer team. She led them to nationals twice already, but you know, no big deal.), flannel shirt, jeans, sneakers, hair with loose curls, and just a tad of makeup. Definitely not that big of a deal, but if she is considered to be hot to everyone else, then there is no need to be skeptical.

"Hey."

"Hi Skye."

"Hello, Skye."

Skye smiled at the freshman girls that were now surrounding and following her all the way to her locker. "Oh, hello ladies. How was spring break for you guys?" She ended with a flirtatious grin.

The girls all went wide eyed and basically turned into goo at the fact that they were actually being acknowledged by Skye.

"Great!"

"It was so awesome!"

"We all missed you though."

"Yeah! Will you sign our yearbook? Please, Skye?"

"Please."

"Please, Please!"

Skye laughed hesitantly and slightly nodded. "Sure, why not?" All the girls rushed to give her a pen and their yearbooks, and well to say the least, Skye definitely feels more like a celebrity.

"Simmons…Simmons." Fitz nudged her in the shoulder a couple times. "Jemma!"

Jemma shook her head to bring her out of her gaze. "What Fitz?"

Fitz smiled mischievously before he brought his Twinkie up to his mouth to take a bite. "You're doing it again."

Jemma scrunched up her face and turned around to rummage through her locker. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Fitz laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder, which was quickly brushed off by Jemma. "You have been doing it since freshman year." He stopped to lean against the locker to look at Skye from across the way who was tentatively signing her fans yearbooks. "Staring at her from across the way, only long enough to get a drool going, and then you turn away before anyone notices."

Jemma glanced at Fitz quickly from behind her locker door, giving him the tongue. She then stared over her shoulder to look at Skye. "I—I" She took a deep breath and went back to stare into her locker. "I do not drool. And I do not like her…or anything."

"Okay Simmons. Whatever you say." Fitz said giggling, stuffing the rest of his Twinkie in his mouth.

Jemma slammed her locker shut. "Look, just stop bothering me with it. Keep your mouth shut. And stop stuffing your face with sweets." Jemma snatched the Twinkie wrapper from his hands and waved it in his face. "You said that you wanted to lose ten pounds before graduation. Which is now eight weeks away."

Fitz followed Jemma to the trash to throw away the wrapper. "Hey. I cut down to only one sweet a day. Thank you very much. And…no worries. I will keep my lips sealed." He turned once more to glance at Skye who had just walked past them with a new group of now freshman boys following her. Fitz motioned his eyes at Skye so Jemma could also see what he was looking at. "But I don't know if you will."

Jemma slapped his shoulder, causing Fitz to rub it right away. "Shut up!"

"Alright. Alright! I think that is enough signing for today guys." Skye said as nicely as she possibly could, but she wouldn't be surprised if it came off somewhat snarky. But, who can blame her? She could barely even walk with the freshman following her like puppy dogs. "I promise I will sign more later." Despite the disappointment in their eyes, they all finally left her side.

Skye took a deep breath and shook her head, before continuing to walk again. She spotted her two best friends in the middle of the court yard and smiled wide. "Yo!"

Grant Ward, captain of the guys' soccer team, turned first, smiling wide. "What's up Skye?" He stuck out his hand and gave Skye a high five.

"How's it going Coulson?" Maria Hill asked next. Hill is also on the soccer team, co-captain to be exact. Despite the assumptions that they should be ultimate rivals, they have been friends since the first day of freshman year.

Skye rolled her eyes at Hill (for using her last name instead of her first), before giving her a hug. "Nothing much, Maria."

They both stuck out their tongues at one another before walking to get to their first class period. "How did the rest of the party go last night?" Skye asked the two of them.

Hill and Ward immediately started laughing. "Ward here pulled off a new record." Hill said between her laughs.

Ward nodded. "Yeah well, once you get some alcohol in them, it is pretty much DTF time."

Skye shook her head with laughter. "How many this time?"

"Eight." Ward and Hill said in unison.

Skye's eyes went wide with disbelief. "You see? This is why you are buying condoms every damn weekend."

"Shut up." Ward said playfully. "It was even easier since you left a little early, Skye. Once they found out you were gone, they had to get pleasure from someone. You should have stayed. You could have banged whoever you wanted."

Hill and Skye rolled their eyes. Skye went and hit Ward in the back of the head. "Why in the hell would I bang some random person?"

Ward looked back at her like she was crazy. "Why the hell wouldn't you?"

"Um, because I have a girlfriend." Skye scoffed back.

Ward just shook his head. "Sex is sex."

Skye went forward and patted his back. "Has it occurred to you guys that we only have eight weeks left until we are officially done with our high school career?" Skye said with a smile, obviously intending on changing the subject.

Hill nodded, but scrunching her face at the same time. "Yeah? Who cares?"

Skye sighed. "Well it's weird, you know? It's like when I woke up this morning I realized, tomorrow isn't just tomorrow. It is…the future. Get it?"

Hill and Ward looked at each other with raised eyebrows before turning back to glare at Skye. "No." they said in unison.

Ward turned his head to the side. He quickly motioned his head forward causing Skye and Hill to turn and look. "Well. Well. Well. Look who is coming back from spring break looking all fine and shit." Ward said as he saw Melinda May approaching. Of course her friend Raina was walking beside her, but Skye knew the comment was only directed toward May.

May just rolled her eyes and continued to walk past them. Hill looked at Ward in disbelief. "Ward, on behalf of all women. Shut the hell up!" She said the last sentence with a scream.

Ward was taken aback, but still quickly closed his mouth. Skye laughed and turned to follow May and Raina. "Hey, have you guys seen Natasha?"

May turned and grinned. "What?" She said playfully.

Skye raised up one eyebrow and began to wave her hand. "Natasha?" she said more clearly.

"Yeah, you know. She is kind of tall. Has red hair. Yells a lot." Ward chimed in.

May and Raina both glanced at each other before shrugging their shoulders, and once more walking past them. "Why?" Raina asked quietly.

"Why?" Skye questioned, mimicking the word of Raina. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because she is your guy's best friend and my girlfriend. Also because I haven't seen her at all this past week since the three of you decided at the last second to go to Florida."

"Excuse me!" The five of them looked up to see Natasha Romanoff brushing past people, rather rudely to get to them. "Hey party people." Natasha said with a smile and a wave.

Skye smiled wide and walked closer to her. "Hi, Natasha." She leaned in for a kiss, but was brushed off.

"Oh my god, I completely have pancake breath. Does anyone have any gum?" Natasha said glaring at May and Raina.

Skye scrunched her face in confusion at her girlfriends distance. She turned to look at Hill and Ward who were slightly giggling at the whole situation.

May and Raina both took out a piece of gum to give to Natasha. "Here." They said together. Natasha had no problems with taking them both.

Skye tried to catch up with the three of them, and when she finally did, she gently rubbed Natasha's arm. Natasha turned, inserting one of the gums into her mouth. "I'm sorry Skye. But this…" she motioned between the two of them. "…Just isn't working for me anymore."

She walked away before Skye even had a chance to say anything more. Skye had her jaw dropped and looked at Hill and Ward again. Ward was just dying with laughter. "Did you see her new tattoo?" Hill ended with a smile, which then turned into laughter. Skye rolled her eyes and went off to find Natasha.

Skye found her almost immediately and brought her to sit at one of the tables outside of the cafeteria. Skye could not even look at her, but she still sat close. She cleared her throat and looked down at the ground. "So…" Skye looked back up to Natasha. "You show up after a week with a new tattoo and all of a sudden want to break up? What happened in Florida Nat?"

Natasha rolled her eyes and stood up. "Don't do this Skye. Really. You do not want to torture yourself."

Skye grabbed her arm and tugged her down, causing Natasha to fall right back on to the seat. "Entertain me." Skye waved her hand for Natasha to just spit it out and tell the damn story.

"Well…if you insist." Natasha said with a grin. She quickly moved her position to be face to face with Skye and began her story. "One night we headed for a night club. We had no idea that it was a private party and the security were being total assholes. They kept saying no matter how hot we may look, it was not their decision and couldn't let us in. Well you know, I'm Natasha fucking Romanoff. I wasn't just going to walk away."

Skye waved her hand in Natasha's face. "Look, that's all great Nat. But do me a favor, get to the point."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Well if you would shut up." She cleared her throat and began again. "So I tell the security I want to speak to the person who is hosting the party. It really only took them a second before they agreed. To my surprise out walks Miles Lydon."

"Who?" Skye asked.

"Miles Lydon!" Natasha repeated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The guy from the last season of Survivor."

Skye thought for a second, and went wide eyed when she realized. "The dude that totally peed his pants like every freaking night?"

Natasha waved her hands dismissively. "That's beside the point. Anyways, he took one look at me and demanded that we be let in. He sweet talked me all night and one thing lead to another. After like the fourth date, we decided to get tattoos and that's when we made it official." Natasha was looking up at the sky like she had just told the best love story ever.

Skye shook her head and winced. "Let me get this straight. You're telling me that you are breaking up with me for some dude that pees his pants?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "That only happened once or twice." She looked up at Skye who was just letting out large deep breaths of anger. "Oh, sweetie." She placed a hand on Skye's shoulder, which made Skye look up at her. "Did you really think I would be going to college still dating you?" Skye raised her eyebrows, like duh. Natasha smiled. "You did! How sweet." Skye rolled her eyes and Natasha stood up and grabbed her shoulder. "Ouch. Can you believe this damn tattoo still hurts?" She winked at Skye and walked off.

Skye let out a breath and shook her head. Unbelievable. How could she do that to her? Skye had thought she treated that girl with the upmost respect and love. Then she goes and does this? Well good riddance. Skye stopped her thought process when she realized her surroundings were way too quiet. She looked to her right, at all the other cafeteria tables to find that her fellow classmates were all just sitting there staring. Once they noticed Skye glaring back at them, they all got back to talking. Amongst the listeners were Hill and Ward. Skye knew right then that everyone knew the most popular couple in school broke up. She was never going to hear the end of it. "Great." She whispered to herself.

Jemma Simmons is smart to say the least. She has been at the top of her class for as long as she can remember. It was no surprise when she managed to stay at the top of her graduating class throughout high school. Senior year for Jemma was a little bit different than all the rest of her years. She has three free periods since she completed the credits previously. Jemma uses that time to be in the art room. She would go immediately home, but her father picks her up when school is over to avoid having to drive twice to pick up her and her little sister, Lizzie.

Tony Stark, the art teacher, does not mind having an extra student in his three classes. Lucky for Jemma because then she would have to hang around outside by herself.

Jemma was finishing up her painting that she has been working on for the past month. She put the finishing touches on it before standing back to stare at it, extremely happy with her work. Mr. Stark had been looking around at all the paintings that his students made. He stopped behind Jemma's and was taken aback. Jemma glanced over her shoulder and grinned. She turned back to her painting once more. "I read about the riots going on in the foreign countries. This represents the pain of those nights." She explained. The painting was definitely abstract and used with only dark colors.

Mr. Stark nodded and let out a breath. "That's great Jemma. But, which part represents you?" he gave Jemma a hopeful smile before walking off.

Jemma rolled her eyes. If only he knew the truth. Every time she tries to paint what she actually wants to paint, she goes on the verge of tears. She looked back at her painting and sighed. Sure it was not anything super great, but it was decent enough. Mr. Stark did not need to be so harsh.

Jemma got startled when two of the other girls popped up behind her, also glaring at her picture. Jemma noted that they were Goth girls. Black clothing and heavy black make up. Weird. But then again, looking down at her attire, baggy jeans, stain painted shirt, glasses, and hair pinned up with chopsticks, maybe she was not one to judge.

"So my friend and I were in Italy this past week…" The blonde one started. "...and we were talking about how some artists just aren't appreciated for their work."

"Yeah. Totally unfair." The red haired one chimed in.

"Then we started talking about the different artists that we thought were not appreciated and noticed that the only time they were given much credit was after they died." The blonde one ended with a smile.

The red haired one spoke up once more. "Then your name came up."

"And we agreed that if you want to be appreciated for your work." The blonde one walked a little closer to whisper in Jemma's ear. "You should probably kill yourself." The two walked off laughing.

Jemma shook her head and rolled her eyes. She could feel her body increasing with anger.

Skye was so glad to hear the final bell ring, signaling the day was over. Hill and Ward followed her down the stairs that led to the parking lot when the intercom went on.

Antoine Triplett's voice traveled throughout the school. "Alright. Congrats on completing the first day back. Just wanted to send out a little shout out to a very special girl who got her heartbroken today…"

Skye's eyes shot open and she looked back at Hill and Ward. Ward smiled slightly. Hill squeezed her shoulder and smiled. "I'm sure no one knows he is talking about you."

"…It's alright Skye. Keep your head up high girl. You will get through it." Triplett finished.

Hill sighed. "Well, I guess now they do."

Skye let out a breath and continued walking down the steps. She couldn't be angry now, it was already done. At least people are taking her side.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Skye saw from afar that there was a crowd of girls in a huddle. They were all screaming and there were flashes of lights, most likely from pictures. Skye, Hill, and Ward walked closer to see who the girls were all so worked up about. To Skye's surprise it was the infamous bastard himself, Miles Lydon. She was about to walk over to him and give him a good piece of her mind, when Natasha appeared out of nowhere. Pushing the girls out of the way to get to Miles. He smiled wide and pulled her into a kiss. Everyone, especially Skye, was shocked at the intensity of the make out session.

Skye rolled her eyes and walked away. Ridiculous. Skye stopped all of a sudden. "You know, who in the hell does she think she is anyway? There are over two thousand girls in this school and I can bang every one of them!" Skye turned on her heels to look at a very stunned Hill and Ward. "Natasha Romanoff is completely replaceable."

Ward laughed immediately, while Hill just shook her head. She began to wave her hand dismissively. "Oh come on Skye, spare us this bullshit about replaceable." Hill stopped to point at Natasha who was still kissing the peeing douche bag. "We are talking about the Natasha Romanoff here."

Skye looked to Ward for back up, but he nodded in agreement. "Sorry Skye, but she is right."

Hill nodded. "Of course I am right. The girl is an institution here. Every guy and girl either wants to be her or bang her."

"She is like you, Skye. Except bisexual. And then there's the fact that she has bigger tits." Ward smiled wide at Skye. Hill laughed and the two began to walk off.

Skye shook her head and followed after them. "No. No. You're wrong. Look, the Natasha Romanoff you two just described is a complete illusion. Take away the make-up, style, and attitude, all you've got is another average girl with a C plus average GPA."

Hill rolled her eyes. "You're delusional." She scoffed at Skye.

Skye stopped them and pointed at some random girl that was walking past them. "Take this girl for example. Short, decent rack, most likely shy." She stopped to giggle at herself, which was replicated by Hill and Ward. "But, given the right look. And the right girlfriend." She stopped to point at herself with a large grin. "Boom. In six weeks' time, she is the one being crowned prom queen."

Hill glared back at her in disbelief. "You're serious right now?"

Skye nodded. "More than ever."

Hill shook her head with a laugh. "Now I know you are delusional. But, how about a chance to prove me wrong?"

Ward gasped and walked between the two of them. "Okay. Hold on ladies. Don't do this." He stopped to take Hill to the side, partially out of Skye's ear. "Come on Maria. Skye is bugging out here, she is vulnerable. Are you really going to take advantage of her like this?"

"Wow Ward. For a second there I thought you were my dad." Hill walked passed him to get back to Skye. "No seriously Ward. She thinks she can do anything. So let's give her a chance to prove me wrong." She glared at Skye with a smile. "What do you say, Skye?"

Skye clicked her tongue. "What? Like a bet?"

Hill nodded. "Yeah. Unless of course you are too heartbroken."

Skye and Hill were now glaring at each other with blank expressions. Skye smiled out of nowhere and said, "Just name the terms."

Hill laughed and nodded. "Simple. I pick the girl. Then you got six weeks to turn her into prom queen." Hill grinned. Skye immediately grinned back.

Ward laughed and shook his head. "Okay no. We get it. Everyone wants to be right. Can't we just forget—"

"You got it." Skye interrupted, glaring at Hill.

Skye stuck out her hand for Hill to shake. Hill smiled and squeezed it tightly. "Alright you two." She looked at Ward and Skye. "Let's go shopping."

Skye laughed and followed Hill. Ward did as well but shook his head the whole time. He knew that this was somehow going to end badly.

Hill was laughing the whole time while looking at all the girls. "Oh my god this is so fun."

Skye nodded and pointed at some random girl. "What about her?"

Hill shook her head. "Nah. Too skinny."

Skye pointed to another. "Her?"

Hill shook her head again. "No. Too Earthy."

Skye stopped suddenly and smiled. "What about her?" she laughed and pointed at a girl who was proudly picking her nose.

Hill burst into laughter as did Ward. "Nose Picking 101. Very nice." They all shook their heads in unison and continued walking.

Hill had a little lead on Ward and Skye since she was very tentative on finding a girl. Hill glanced at a girl who was walking up some stairs in a huff. She was caring a lot of art supplies and murmuring non sense things to herself. The girl tripped on the stairs for how much stuff she was caring, causing the art utensils to fly everywhere. Hill laughed and shouted to Ward and Skye. "Ladies and Gentleman, I think we have a winner."

Skye walked up to Hill and motioned her eyes in the direction Hill was glaring. She stopped on her heels and immediately began shaking her head. "Jemma Simmons!" She turned to walk in place. "No. No, no, no."

Hill turned to look at a frantic Skye. "Hey! A bet is a bet. Right Ward?"

Ward put his hands up in surrender. "This is between you two." He looked at Skye and crossed his arms laughing. They all knew Skye was not going to get out of this.

Skye turned back around to look at Jemma. She was still cursing to herself and bending over to pick up her things. She finally picked it all up and was brushing by people in a mad huff. "Okay fat I can handle. Bad personality, small boobs, facial hair, fungus even." She stopped to look at Jemma who had just walked passed them with anger. "Come on. Scary and inaccessible is a whole other story."

Hill laughed and watched as Jemma walked to one of the parking lots. She stopped her laughing to look at Skye seriously. "Hey dude. If I was you I would be getting started. If Jemma Simmons is going to be crowned prom queen, then you got major work to do."

Ward nodded. "Yeah. If you got six weeks to turn her into prom queen. Well, you got your work cut out for ya."

Hill and Ward continued laughing and began to walk away. Skye turned in the direction of Jemma and sighed. Let's do this. Skye walked over to the bench that Jemma was sitting at. Skye figured she was most likely waiting for a ride.

Skye was facing Jemma's back when she approached, which Skye thought was better for her. If she was going to do this, she did not want to be looking face to face with her just in case she messed up. "Hey Jemma." Skye started. Jemma tensed at the voice, because it was just all too familiar. Jemma slowly turned her head around to look at Skye. Skye smiled back. "You got a second?" Skye looked around at all the other kids who were waiting for rides, and she smiled at the fact that they all looked stunned to be in the very presence of her. Skye looked up to see a new face that was approaching. Skye smiled, as she knew it was Jemma's little sister. She is student body president. She knows everyone's name. Okay? "What's up Spaz?" Skye said jokingly to the freshman girl.

Lizzie went wide eyed. She looked at Jemma in shock. "She knows my name." she told her in disbelief.

Jemma shook her head. "That's not your name, Lizzie." Jemma looked back at Skye. "That's not her name." She said hesitantly.

Skye nodded and looked back up at Lizzie. "Sorry." She said with a smile. Lizzie waved her hand dismissively. Skye looked back down at Jemma and smiled. "So Jemma. I was wondering if you wanted—"

Skye stopped suddenly when Jemma got up and walked to grab Lizzie by the arm. "Let's go Lizzie. Dad is here."

Skye sighed and looked at the people around her. "…if you wanted to embarrass me in front of all these people." Skye was glad that Hill nor Ward was there to make fun of her. But of course, she heard the infamous laugh of Maria Hill behind her.

"Why are you leaving out so many details?" Fitz scolded Jemma. They were hanging out at Jemma's after school job at the local hot dog shop. It is never packed at all except for the old customer that is standing before her taking an hour total to order something. Fitz goes there to help her pass the time. Jemma explained the little run in she had with Skye, but Fitz keeps insisting there is more to the story.

"Fitz! I told you everything that happened." Jemma scoffed back.

Fitz rolled his eyes and continued gulping down the food Jemma had given him. The door chimed and to Jemma's surprise she saw Skye walking in with a large grin. Jemma tensed, but turned back to look at the old man in front of her. "Do you know now, what you would like sir?"

The old man shook his head. "No. I need a couple more minutes."

Jemma cringed and glanced at Skye again who was smiling wide back at her. Jemma turned to see Fitz who was staring at Skye in shock. Jemma turned back to Skye. "You know, stalking is illegal in all fifty states." She whispered at her.

"Come on. I just want to talk." Skye responded with a pleading tone. Jemma rolled her eyes and glared back at the old man, who Jemma wished so badly would hurry up and order. Skye smiled at her again. "Don't you have a break coming up?" she asked Jemma.

Jemma sighed. "Excuse me for one second sir." The old man nodded and waved for her to go. Jemma walked around the counter and stood in front of Skye. "I'm not smart." Was the first thing that floated out of her mouth.

Skye scrunched her face in confusion. "What?"

Jemma waved her hand dismissively. "Look, I know how you guys work. You see a girl with glasses and automatically think they are smart…"

"Jemma." Skye interrupted.

"…just because I wear glasses does not mean I am smart…"

"Jemma."

"…I do not understand why that is even a stereotype—"

"Jemma!" Skye shouted.

"What?" Jemma asked with furrowed brows.

Skye smiled. "I have the third highest GPA in our class." Jemma looked back at her shocked. She looked over to Fitz who nodded back to her, saying yes. Skye is not lying. Jemma turned back to Skye and she just kept on grinning. "I also happen to know that the two people in front of me are you and…" She stopped to look at Fitz. "…Fitz. You are a bad liar, Jemma Simmons."

Jemma just nodded. She knew that she was. She then shook her head. "So What? Is this some kind of dork outreach program or something?"

"What!" Skye said with a laugh. "No! Jeez. Are you always like this?"

"Yes!" Fitz chimed in.

Jemma looked at him and gave the look of kill, before turning her gaze back to Skye. "Then why are you stalking me?"

"Jemma, I think you are mistaking my admiration for creepiness." Skye replied slyly.

Jemma scrunched her brows together. "Admiration? For what exactly?"

Skye hesitated for a moment. She had not exactly thought this far ahead yet. She looked down to the ground and saw that Jemma's shoes were filled with paint. "Art." She said quickly.

"Art?" Jemma questioned.

Skye nodded. "Yeah. I have seen some of your stuff and I am impressed." This was not a lie. Skye has seen some of Jemma's art work when she passed by the art room from time to time and Skye thought Jemma did have a rare talent.

Jemma stopped her. "But you do not take art."

"How do you know?"

"Because I never see you in any of my classes."

Skye shook her head. "That's because I am busy with soccer. That's why they let me take one of those… um…you know."

"Independent studies?" Jemma asked.

Skye nodded. "Yes!" she stopped to let out a breath. "Look, any type of help you can give me would be much appreciated."

Jemma sighed and nodded. "Sure. Maybe some time."

"How about tonight?" Fitz interrupted, causing both Skye and Jemma to turn his way. Fitz stood up and pulled out a ticket he had in his pocket. "There's a show at the Gesture. You can have my ticket." He handed it off to Skye.

Skye smiled wide and glared down at the ticket. "That's great!"

Fitz looked at Jemma who was glaring back at him with frustration. Jemma turned to Skye and smiled. "Excuse us."

Jemma grabbed Fitz shoulder tight and pushed him back all the way to his previous seat, with little ow's coming from Fitz. "What the hell are you thinking? I kicked your ass in kindergarten and I will do it again."

Fitz rubbed his shoulder. "Okay one: I was sick that day and it did not count. And two: What the hell are you thinking? The hottest girl in school is following you around like a lost puppy and you are not even the least bit curious?"

Jemma looked like she was about to say something more, but instead walked back to Skye. "Here's the deal. Show starts at eight. I like to get good seats so show up at the place by seven. Deal?" Jemma did not wait for Skye to respond before she turned on her toes to go back behind the counter.

Skye smiled. "Seven it is!"

Skye turned to walk out. She glanced once more over her shoulder to see Jemma smiling at the old man who clearly was not ordering anytime soon. Skye gazed at her smile for a couple seconds, and maybe it was the adrenaline going through her veins, but she actually thought she had a beautiful smile. Skye grinned and proceeded to walk out. In that moment, a little voice in her head told her that maybe this bet was not so bad after all.

Tbc.