Finally, the 7th period bell rings sending Waverly hastily grabbing her bag bolting for the doors. As much as she loved school, STEM Physics was the absolute worst.

Speeding down the halls, her steps falter all over the place as she attempts to bring her bag in front of her so she could grab her position paper for Model UN. Unfortunately, credentialing presentations were the ONE thing you can't fail before going to the spring convention. She continued to skim the paper, praying to god that she wouldn't mess up her interview, turning down the halls bumping shoulders with the other 1,000 students in Purgatory High. Some grumble a bit before muttering nerd under their breath until she fumbles for the door handle eyes still scanning her paper. Promptly forgetting that you couldn't read and navigate at the same time which lead to her face smashing into the glass door. Well, almost.

Just as her face was about to hit the frame, it swung open making her head snap up to which she was met with a beautiful smile. She gulps and stops to adjust her glasses taking in the girl in front of her as words tumble from her lips.

"I-Uhm. Thank you...I can assure you I don't normally run into doors. I've gotten pretty good at reading and walking by now." Waverly winces at the clear awkwardness that comes out when suddenly her heart stops at a wonderfully gentle laugh.

"No, no. It's fine, really. I just saw you charging through the halls and I thought you could use some help." She flashes her dimples again making Waverly's head feel a bit faint for whatever reason but she shakes it off.

"Either way, I'm glad you were there to stop me. Who knows what my G.A would've said if I came in with a bruise on my forehead." Chuckling at the thought while the taller girl's eyebrows quirk in confusion. "Model UN." She quickly explained. "I have a presentation to give to my seniors so I can qualify for a board position." With that her eyes widened, whipping out her watch for the time. "Shit! I'm already so late!" Quickly pulling herself together she prepares to scramble to Upper Commons where the meeting is held before stopping for a moment to turn back to the redhead. "Before I go, do you mind if you tell me your name?" The girl leans against the door frame, accentuating her flowing red locks glinting in the afternoon sunlight.

"Nicole. Nicole Haught." The smaller one smiles looking down for a second. A warm sensation fills her chest as she meets her eyes. "Cool. I'm Waverly. Waverly Earp."

"Waverly." Nicole muses as if it rolls off her tongue like honey. With a tilt of her head she grins. "Nice to meet you Waves. I'll see you around!" With that she turns and walks back leaving the brunette standing there for a second too long before snapping out of it, rushing off to her meeting.

"-The people of Guyana have already tried speaking out against the hate crimes on the LGBT+ community. It's only a matter of whether the government will listen. As of right now, it's in a state of corruption within the government making it hard to pass any laws which is why, even with UN sanctions, transgender women are attacked and sexually assaulted frequently. There is no excuse for the prejudice that is allowed in Guyana especially when it is the only country in all of South America that deemed homosexuality illegal. It's time that the UN stops treating this like a low class issue and calls upon developed nations to help support safe houses and resources for those who suffer from such injustice."

Finally letting out a breath, Waverly nervously twists her fingers as the sound of quiet scribbling fills the room from the seniors sitting at the round table.

"Well done Waverly. Maybe you do have what it takes to be a committee chair next year." Jeremy, states with an approving nod. "Perhaps you could finally replace Dolls as the MUN secretariat." Everyone in the room scoffs at the name. As a Junior, Xavier Dolls already managed to become the co-president of the MUN committee; dictating every person's moves and roles. Jeremy among others were hoping someone would beat him in the re-election this year but with his popularity, he was the favorable candidate for next year too.

Looking down at the floor she lets out a small smile at their approval. "I just hope I can live up to you guys. I'll be sure to have my resolution done by Tuesday, maybe add in a powerpoint…"

"Cool. Cool. Hey, do you have somewhere to be? I mean, it's fine if you do cuz it seems like your boyfriend's waiting for you." He gives a knowing look to her before she whips around to find Champ leaning against the door impatience written all over his face as he motions for her to wrap it up..

Right. He's picking me up to go "study" at his place again. She rubs at her temples letting out a breath knowing that like other times, it wouldn't end up being the case. Turning back around she flashes an apologetic look. "Sorry guys, I swear I told him to come at 4:00...I hope we can pick this back up on Tuesday?"

"Definitely. Good work today Waverly." She gives a small wave before heading towards the door shooting an annoyed look at Champ.

"Really? You just had to barge in half an hour early?"

"Oh come on. It wasn't a big deal baby. I just stood there. Plus those guys all look like they have a stick up their ass. I was doing them a favor by the way cuz you're rant about Africa was making my eyes roll back…" He smirks for a second. "Just make sure to bring that back to my place when we're studying." Agitated, Waverly stops in her tracks.

"First of all Guyana is in South America. Secondly, the world doesn't revolve around you, Champ! This was a really big presentation I needed to pitch them so they could possibly vote me on the board this term and you were being so rude!" Shaking off his grip on her waist, she storms off leaving him standing there confused.

"Wait! What about our plans?!" He yells down the halls as she continues forward without looking back.

"Whatever Champ. I'm heading home." Turning the corner she picks up her pace before ramming face first into another body. Apologies run on the tip of her tongue stumbling around for the words when finally looking up to meet a familiar pair of warm brown eyes. The redhead grins with recognition.

"Well that's a way to run into each other again...better than a door though." Waverly stops for a bit taking in the sight in front of her. The hair that was once left long and wavy is now done in a french plait and head gear, all while wearing a uniform that hugs her hips very tightly in all the right places. Nicole smirks noticing the silence and leans towards her ear. "For someone so smart, you seem to be out of words." she rolls off her tongue causing the smaller one to blink hard before blushing and looking away.

"I mean...I didn't know that girls in Purgatory wrestle." she mumbles, suddenly very conscious of her breath intake.

"Oh it's fine. Personally, I didn't mind it at all." She grins as the brunette lets out a huff.

"Did you just finish practice?" She asks, trying to ignore the flex in the redhead's muscles as she shifts her position.

"Yup. Just waiting for my partner to tape up the mats...speaking of which, how did your presentation go?" Nicole's smile shines through making her heart tug just a bit...wait what?

"Uh I think it went well. Er, at least, I hope it did...let's just say they didn't seem to be too fond of my asshole boyfriend." For a second she catches what might be a slight shift in her gaze but it disappears with a tilt of her head.

"Asshole boyfriend huh? I can't possibly be the only person who wants to tell you that you deserve better."

"Well I mean, we've been dating for three years. It's...comfortable I guess…" Pausing for a bit before shaking her head. "It's just that, ugh. He gets so pissy at the thought of me being a competent intellectual. Can I not be head cheerleader and Model UN board member?" Nicole raises her eyebrows a bit.

"Head cheerleader and MUN...sounds like a whole lotta sexy to me." setting off the comment with a wink, Waverly's eyes widened causing her hands to twitch.

"Uhm anyways...we kinda got into a fight about that and I sorta need a ride home...do you mind-?..."

"No problem. Let me get out of this thing and I'll drive you home." She flashes those incredible dimples once again before taking a jog down the hall. The smaller one's eyes manage to catch a glimpse of her toned calves before she takes a turn. She lets out a soft breath in a huff, slumping her shoulders against the wall. Just what the hell is wrong with me?

As Nicole pulled up to the Earp Homestead, a scowl grew on Waverly's face as she spotted a figure waiting for her on the front porch.

Of course he would show up. Crossing her arms she let out a huff. The redhead glances at the boy-man and then back to her before shutting off the engine.

"Champ Hardy? Really?" Waverly rolls her eyes.

"Small town, limited dating options...I'm sure you know how it goes." Nicole opens her mouth like she's about to say something but closes it. She then looks ahead and places her hand above the smaller girl's; numbing the senses on her fingertips.

"I'm not going to tell you how to live your life. Hell, I've had enough people try to tell me how to live mine." She says with a bittersweet quirk of her mouth that the brunette can't quite place. "But I will say that it is your life and every second you spend on it is a unique one that you can't get back...What I mean is...I hope he's worth it." Waverly looks into those beautiful eyes only to find sincerity and warmth. A silence falls between them before a bit of pink dusts Nicole's cheeks causing her to quickly pull away her hands and reach for her phone.

"Anyways. Since we're friends now, I might as well give you my number. Just in case you wanna talk or have me pick you up because of your sorry excuse of a boyfriend." The smaller one smiled at that, handing her phone over to exchange numbers before stuffing it back her coat pocket. "Now go and make him apologize and make him squirm a bit while he does it. God knows that he won't let it come easy." Waverly throws her a playful look before stepping out of her car, watching as she drives out into the open road.