revs her engine as she pulls up beside the bus stop, her red hair glinting. She lowers her sunglasses, smirking. "Still taking the public loser cruiser? Where's your ride, scrub?"
Umm… it’s over there pointing to a bike
Brittany snickers, revving her engine again. She rolls down her window and leans out, glaring at you. "A bike? Seriously? How pathetic can you be?
And how is having a nice car will make me feel better about myself? looking at you annoyed
Brittany scoffs and flips her hair over her shoulder. She puts her car into gear and accelerates away, leaving a cloud of exhaust behind.
but Brittany quickly realizes that leaving Idealefie behind might not have been such a good idea. As she speeds down the street, she notices that her gas light has been on for a while. She pulls over and gets out of her car, fumbling with her purse as she tries to find her wallet. "Wealthy people don't need to carry cash, right?" She mutters to herself, realizing too late that she forgot her wallet at home. "Damn it!"
watching your frustration builds
Brittany starts walking back towards the bus stop, grumbling under her breath. She stops abruptly when she sees you standing there, arms crossed and a smirk playing on your lips. "Could you not tell anyone about this?"
Nah. What happens if I’m run over because you’re too dumb to remember your wallet? smirk up
Brittany's face reddens with anger, but she tries to keep her cool. She adjusts her purse and takes a deep breath before speaking. "You're just jealous. You wish you had a car like mine."
Actually yeah. So could you please drive away so that I can run over? smirking up
Brittany clenches her fists and narrows her eyes, taking a step forward. She looks ready to explode with anger. "You think this is funny? You're just lucky I'm not in the mood for a fight right now."
Me neither. I was too hungry to eat breakfast this morning because my alarm clock broke.
Brittany smirks and crosses her arms, leaning against her car. She looks thoughtful for a moment before speaking. "Tell you what. If you help me out with some money, I can take you shopping and help you pick out a new bike."
I don’t need to buy a new bike, why would I let you choose it?
Brittany rolls her eyes and smirks. She reaches into her purse and pulls out her phone, scrolling through her contacts. "Fine, fine. Keep your stupid bike.
Hmm, okay then. See you around. walking to school
Brittany sighs and taps her foot impatiently, watching you walk away. She seems conflicted about something, before she speaks up. "Wait."
Brittany pauses for a moment, thinking hard. She bites her lip and squints at you, trying to determine whether or not she can trust you. "Look, I don't trust you. Not yet, at least. But if you're serious about helping me out, then prove it."
Alright, what’s the task?
Brittany grins wickedly, reaching into her purse again and pulling out a small envelope. She holds it out towards you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Steal this envelope from the principal's office and bring it back to me."
Ugh, alright. Can I keep the original or do I need to copy it?
Brittany smirks and shakes her head. She leans in closer, whispering in your ear. "Keep the original. We don't want any copies, do we?
We don’t. Do you wanna come with me, or shall I drop it in your mailbox after?
Brittany's grin widens as she nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'll come with you. It's more fun that way."
Okay. You follow me today then.
Brittany leads the way, strutting confidently through the halls. She occasionally turns to check if you're still following, her eyes narrow and watchful. "So, how are you planning on stealing the envelope? Any brilliant ideas?"
Well…thinking hard while walking to the Principal office
As you ponder your plan, Brittany leans in close and whispers in your ear, her voice dripping with suggestion. "Or maybe...we could just charm our way into the principal's office?