bella donna, c

Nessa tapped her nails on the table, an erratic beat with no desire for a pattern. The teacher droned on and she rolled her eyes. Tap tap, roll. Something about Shakespeare and tragedy.

It all felt pointless; who cared about how Romeo and Juliet met their demise? She itched to simply leave class altogether when she caught her name and her nails stopped abruptly on the table's wood surface. "Nessa, you're partnered with Seth." And the old crone went on to list names for what, apparently, was a partner project. She glanced around the room and tried to remember just who the name belonged to, when she realized that it was the redhead sitting next to her. Ah, that Seth.

"Partners for what?" She demanded, setting her chin in her hand and once again tapping her nails on the table.

@seth sorry it took so long!