Stood on the edge, wanna go deeper
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Last night had been a late one for Lace, and today wasn't doing her many favors either. She had to fight back a yawn, ignoring the bushes that were clawing at her knees and legs. The Nomad's late-night call wasn't entirely the reason she was navigating past the edges of campus, but the flurry of texts had finally driven her to surrender. Lace would rather have Minx show up at her school than the cousin she kept talking about, that would have been too embarrassing for even the level-headed teen. The whole ordeal weighed more heavily on her mind today than the looming BioMed test she'd tried to study for all night.
She'd written that off early in the night. Now all the green-haired teenager could do was hope for the best. Like not getting caught sneaking off campus, or keeping her drink upright, and making it back before last period.
For everything else, she had an energy drink and a pair of long pants.
The truck loomed large in her field of vision even before she emerged from the bushes. It had seemed like a wonder in the night, warming her up to the Nomad who had blustered into a late-night youth party. Now it seemed oddly out of place in the upscale neighborhood. Lace wondered how Minx even managed to get it here without drawing attention. She stared up at the door mounted high on its frame, a real step up for the schoolyard drug dealer. She could turn back now, say she'd walked out a wrong door heading to the bathroom, and get on with the rest of school.
No, she decided. Then she'd never get to see what Ava was talking about, getting in on the ground floor of the next big thing for the streets. At least that's how Ava talked about it, and Lace wasn't ready to ask how Ava knew so much about the drug. Not until she had sorted out what selling Taxi, on top of the product her supplier wanted her to push, was going to work out. It was all a little much for a girl who, just a few months ago, had only been worried about grades and making it home from practice after school, and her sluggishness today wasn't just from a lack of sleep. Taking a deep gulp of her drink, as if that could level the playing field like it did with her fatigue, she climbed the short ladder of the truck.
Lace pulled open the door to her taxi, with the purple-haired driver already in her seat. There was more clutter in the truck than a couple days ago, leaving her only one choice for seat. She took it with a simple motion, slipping in to ride shotgun alongside the Nomad woman. Slipping the bag full of her supply, graciously provided last-minute by Ava this morning, she let herself mold to the form of the seat, leaning back to slip a glance over at Minx. The woman's lenses obscured her eyes as always, leaving her outfit more revealing than her expression.
Weariness pressed in at the corners of her thoughts, robbing Lace of more than her usual tact today. "So, I got a test in last period, we're going to be back for that, right? Where's your cousin? Would've been easier if he had just come with you."
She'd written that off early in the night. Now all the green-haired teenager could do was hope for the best. Like not getting caught sneaking off campus, or keeping her drink upright, and making it back before last period.
For everything else, she had an energy drink and a pair of long pants.
The truck loomed large in her field of vision even before she emerged from the bushes. It had seemed like a wonder in the night, warming her up to the Nomad who had blustered into a late-night youth party. Now it seemed oddly out of place in the upscale neighborhood. Lace wondered how Minx even managed to get it here without drawing attention. She stared up at the door mounted high on its frame, a real step up for the schoolyard drug dealer. She could turn back now, say she'd walked out a wrong door heading to the bathroom, and get on with the rest of school.
No, she decided. Then she'd never get to see what Ava was talking about, getting in on the ground floor of the next big thing for the streets. At least that's how Ava talked about it, and Lace wasn't ready to ask how Ava knew so much about the drug. Not until she had sorted out what selling Taxi, on top of the product her supplier wanted her to push, was going to work out. It was all a little much for a girl who, just a few months ago, had only been worried about grades and making it home from practice after school, and her sluggishness today wasn't just from a lack of sleep. Taking a deep gulp of her drink, as if that could level the playing field like it did with her fatigue, she climbed the short ladder of the truck.
Lace pulled open the door to her taxi, with the purple-haired driver already in her seat. There was more clutter in the truck than a couple days ago, leaving her only one choice for seat. She took it with a simple motion, slipping in to ride shotgun alongside the Nomad woman. Slipping the bag full of her supply, graciously provided last-minute by Ava this morning, she let herself mold to the form of the seat, leaning back to slip a glance over at Minx. The woman's lenses obscured her eyes as always, leaving her outfit more revealing than her expression.
Weariness pressed in at the corners of her thoughts, robbing Lace of more than her usual tact today. "So, I got a test in last period, we're going to be back for that, right? Where's your cousin? Would've been easier if he had just come with you."
