Our Tarts Are Pied Together [Heather/Alyssa]

Alyssa fiddled with the lighter in her pocket, desperate to get away from the crowded hallway and out of this damn building. All she wanted was to get outside where she could light her self a cigarette and just get some peace and quiet, which seemed to be an utter impossibility here.

Someone's shoulder brushed harshly against hers and Alyssa turned around to shout after them, but as she did so she walked into someone else, almost tripping over her own feet but the girl managed to steady herself on the last minute. "Shit," she swore turning around to face the person she'd walked into to give them an explanation. "That asshole walked into me-" she started but something caught her off - a sudden feeling that Alyssa didn't know how to describe, it was like a weird wave of heat going through her body, leading from her toes and up, leaving her fingers tingling.

The hell? The long hours of school were definitely affecting her. She needed some sleep. Or a smoke.

Heather was just on her way to her final class, something she wasn't looking forward to at all because if there was one thing Heather Stark absolutely hated it was art. She didn't even know why she'd taken it, because she couldn't draw. She just couldn't. She might be insanely smart, but her brains didn't help her with this. Everything she tried to put to paper ended up like a fucking stick puppet. For a moment, she thought about skipping.

Her step faltered slightly, the temptation of getting out of art class taking over for a moment, but before she could continue working, a girl walked into her, nearly knocking her to the ground, but Heather was able to regain her balance. Though that didn't mean the ground stopped moving under her feet, because for a few moments, it felt like the world was spinning and gravity stopped working.

For a moment, Heather felt an unbearable urge to please, to obey, just do anything to make this person in front of her as happy as possible, to do anything she asked, not because she knew why, just because she wanted to. But just as fast as the feeling came, it left again. "It's okay," she said, her voice a little shaky, and her eyes still wide from shock.

Alyssa's eyes went up and down, examining the girl, she didn't really recognize her - not that she recognized a lot of people in the school for she tended to keep to herself instead of going around making friends, but there was something definitely… strange… different about this one, while at the same time weirdly familiar.

For a moment Alyssa had to struggle with herself to look away, but she eventually won and her head snapped to the side staring after the bastard that had caused all of this, but of course he was long gone and had disappeared into the crowd. She shook her head and looked back at the girl, raising one eyebrow. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" She was almost certain she didn't, but then at the same time she felt like she did. Or more like, that she should.

The blonde crossed her arms, feeling a bit uneasy. The lighter and cigarettes in her pocket forgotten and replaced by the weird feeling that she had to know who this person was.

Eyes were burning into hers, and Heather found herself unable to look away even if she wanted to. Not until the other girl looked away first, at least. She felt like it would be disrespectful to break gazes first. Which was weird, especially for Heater. Because disrespect wasn't something the redhead felt very often. Being respected, yes, but barely anyone in the school had actually become important enough to earn the girls respect.

And the people that did, well she was able to count them on one hand, and she certainly didn't feel so strongly about them. Then the girl looked away, and Heather shook her head, trying to shake off the weird feeling clouding up her mind.

"I don't think so," Heather answered, biting down on her lip. "Heather Stark," she introduced herself, hesitating for a moment, but holding out her hand in the hand. She was definitely going to be late for art class now, so she could just as well skip it all together.

Heather Stark. The name didn't really ring any bells, but surely she had heard it before but not really paid attention. "Alyssa Reid," she replied, eying the hand for a moment before she accepted it. Another wave of heat flashed through her, this time leading from her fingers and spreading over her limbs and leaving the same tingle, this time in her toes. She yanked her hand back rather harshly.

"What year are you in? You're not a freshman are you?" Lissa despised freshmen, they walked around like lost puppies utterly fascinated by the school. Ugh. School.

She stuffed her hand back in her pockets, wrapping her fingers around the lighter again and remembering the fact that she'd been going out for a smoke. "Do you have class to get to?" the words poured out of her mouth before she could even progress them, it was like someone else was talking for her. "Or are you coming outside with me?"

"Nice to meet you," Heather spoke, as her hand was dropped rather suddenly. Her fingers felt tingly, and Heather was feeling slightly lightheaded. She really do needed to sit down, she was feeling quite weird. "And no, I'm not. I'm a Sophomore," she answered, burying her hands in the pockets of the red skirt she was wearing. She didn't understand with this girl was making her feel so insecure all of the sudden.

The offer caught her off guard as well. She was fairly certain that this girl wasn't in her year, and also quite certain that she wasn't a freshman. So she had to be a Junior or a Senior. And while the boys usually had no problem conversing with Heather, she'd never actually interacted with an older girl student before. But she found herself answering the question before she even had time to think about it.

"I'll come outside, I don't have a class now," she replied, pulling her hand from her pocket and twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "Front or back?"

"Likewise," Alyssa responded, feeling slightly embarrassed for how quickly she had removed her hand. Just, the feeling she had felt upon touching the other girl, even if it couldn't possibly be her fault, had been too overwhelming. She was quite glad, though, to learn that she wasn't a freshman. "Sophomore? That's a good year."

Lyssa couldn't even try to understand why she was filled with sudden happiness when the girl accepted her invitation to come outside with her, usually she didn't like hanging around with other people. "Back's better for me," She shrugged her shoulders, though truthfully she wasn't scared about getting caught, getting caught was half the fun, though it felt selfish to drag an innocent girl into her mess.

Alyssa took a couple of steps forward, to see if the girl would indeed follow, keeping her hands in the pockets of her jacket and eyes fixated on the floor, though she did sneak a peak at the girl to see if she'd moved as well. "So…" the silence was awful. "Do you smoke?"

"It's better than Freshman year," Heather heard herself say. She had hated Freshman year, the many students looking down on her. Heather wasn't used to that, and she hadn't liked it one bit. Which is why she had been quite glad about no longer being the youngest in the school. Her urge to set the older students on fire had lessened slightly.

"Back it is," the redhead answered, and she waited for the blond girl to start moving before following, shocked by feeling slightly eager to follow. What the hell was wrong with her today. She'd probably eaten something bad this morning, or drank something weird. That was probably it.

The question wasn't very surprising, but Heather found herself panicking about what to answer. She didn't smoke, but if she didn't, then why would she have agreed to come outside with the girl. She bit her tongue, staying silent for a few more seconds, before an answer fell from her lips. "Sometimes."

Sometimes. What kind of stupid answer was that.

"For me freshman year wasn't so bad," Alyssa shrugged. "It's more the freshmen I can't stand, even if I was one once. They're just so.. Ugh. And they get ughier each year, I swear." She wanted to add the fact that they were really small, but seeing as some of them were probably taller than her she decided against it.

They were almost at the doors now, and Alyssa could almost smell the outside. Freedom, that's what it smelled like. She raised her eyebrows a little at the girls' answer. Sometimes? Maybe that meant she was one of those party smokers, that usually didn't smoke unless they have a drink in their hands.

She pushed the doors open and stepped out, immediately receiving both her lighter and the pack of cigarettes up from her pocket. She took one for her self and then passed another one to Heather. Once she had lit her own up, she held the lighter out for the other girl.

They reached the door and went outside, Heather felt a shiver run down her spine at the sudden change of temperature, though she didn't feel cold. Just surprised. She walked a little further and then leaned against the wall, taking the cigarette offered to her. She was going to make such a fool out of herself, she hadn't ever smoked before.

Her dad smoked, and Heather thought it was vile. But she couldn't possibly admit she lied now. And she feared that it would might disappoint Alyssa if she didn't smoke. No idea why, she just feared it would.

Placing the cigarette in her mouth, she brought up the lighter to light the end, having seen enough people do that before. But as soon as she took the first drag, the cigarette nearly fell from her lips, and she just barely caught it in her hand before erupting in a coughing fit, coughing the smoke into her fist as her eyes started to tear up. "Sorry, it's been a while," she lied, not daring to look up. She could feel her cheeks burning.

Alyssa exhaled the smoke, closing her eyes to take a moment to appreciate the feeling. Smoking was so relaxing after an insane day and just what she needed.

She found herself watching the other girl closely once she lit the cigarette. Biting back her laughter when the girl started coughing and claiming it had 'been a while'. Perhaps it had been but Lyssa was starting to suspect Heather hadn't told her the truth.

"There's no shame in not smoking, you know." Alyssa said, keeping her voice normal with no trace of amusement or judgement. "It's actually normal to frown upon smoking rather than claim you do it. I'm actually surprised I thought a girl like you would smoke." she held her hand out. "I'll take it off you if you don't want another try."