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Bailey's POV:

"Sup Blondie." I will literally take any other nickname but blondie, I'm not even that blonde more of a dirty blonde. How is she smiling like that? Is she not phased by what just happened? She put on the whole act for one kid, I looked away feeling something drop from my spork and I look down at my phone seeing a bean, I quickly flick it away towards the ground and I wipe my phone screen. "You eat the school beans?" Skylar judges attempting to touch my beans with her finger but I quickly slap it away, "Hey!" She brought her hand back, "Don't touch my food." I told her bringing my tray close to me, "Why are you eating school beans?" She asks staring at my homework set up around me, "Because I can, why aren't you eating anything?" I ask her, I'll be more than happy to share my beans.

"Because the pizza tastes like shitty cardboard and the rest taste like ass." She complains making another disgusted face as I put the spork full of beans in my mouth, "And how do you know what ass tastes like?" I raise an eyebrow and she gets taken back, "Got you there." I laugh writing my answer down, "Whatever Beans, so what favor am I supposed to help you with?" She asks, at least she remembered I was more than ready to go find her again if she didn't show up. "Wait Beans?" Where did that come from? "Yeah Beans that's your new name, Bailey sounds childish, Beans sound a lot cooler and because you ate school fucking beans." She makes a fake gagging sound when she mentions 'school beans' they aren't that bad. I'm pretty sure they just come from a can just like other beans.

"My name isn't childish that's my name." I defend my name, it isn't bad why doesn't she like it? "Yes it does, it sounds like you wore pigtails growing up and if it wasn't pigtails then they were braided pigtails. And you probably loved bubbles and would splash around whenever you took a bath then you like to make mudpies, that's what your name is." She smiles again well more like a smirk I don't think I've seen her actually truly smile or laugh she kinda just makes the sound and did she just explain my childhood without knowing who I am? I didn't need to be called out.

"Okay changing the subject! You're like a rebel right?" I put everything I was holding down to give my full attention. "Uh, I- uh guess yeah. I don't think rebel fits what I do but sure believe what you want." She tenses up a little, "I mean yeah I would say you're a rebel but I want help to be like you." I say, "I want to change who I am, I don't like being this 'good kid' persona anymore, I want to be able to do anything without second-guessing if I'm going to get in trouble, I want to be able to have the guts to run to or from danger instead of avoiding it at all costs, I want scars from dope stuff like jumping over a fence to get away from the cops or something." I started to get excited about who I can be. A more daring me. A 'fuck you' kind of me.

I looked at Skylar but she wasn't looking at me but at my book beside my lunch tray, "Did you get all of that?" I try to get her attention, "What book is that?" She answers with a question, "Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, I love this book and there's actually a movie scene that's super cute but it isn't written in the book but the movie is amazing and is one of my favor-" "You know what you want can't be given overnight." She cuts me off, was I talking too much? "What?" I question and she leans on the table, "You know what you want can't be given overnight." She repeats again her voice a little lower than before. Keep it in your pants, Bailey.

Skylar's POV:

"I know, that's why I want to start now." I watch her get into the same position as me then mimicking my voice. "Well, we can't start now." I tell her leaning back, "What? Why not?" She falls back into her seat, "Because one I said so and two what's in it for me?" I rub my fingertips together signaling for money, I'm not going to do this for free, "I don't have money sometimes I barely have enough to buy ingredients to bake." She goes back to her homework, she can bake? "Wait you can bake?" I ask and she nods."Cakes?" I ask "Yes." She responds.

"Chocolate Lava cake?" "Yes.". "Cupcakes?" "Yes". "Uh, Pie?" "Yes.". "Blueberry pie." "Yes." "Apple pie?" "Yes.". "Danish pastries?" "Skylar Yes.". "Cinnamon rolls?" "Yup.". "How about Macaroons?" "Those are a little harder but yes.". "I got it Baked Alaska?" "Tried it once and it was great so yes." "The beignets from Princess and the Frog?" "Those are my favorite to make so yes.". "Cookies?" "Yeah." "Snickerdoodle?" "Made them a few days ago so yes.". "White nut macadamia?" "Yes.". "Those Christmas crinkle cookies?" "Those are my parent's favorites so yes. I'm sorry are you going to keep saying every kind of desert you know that can be baked or what?" I can tell she's getting annoyed.

"Okay, one more, chocolate chip cookies?" I lay my hands flat on the table, "Yes Skylar I can make chocolate chip cookies." She looks really annoyed, "Deal then." I put my hand out and she stares at it, "What?" We hear the bell ring and she starts putting her stuff away, I mean I didn't shake her hand when she went out for a handshake. "Deal, I'll help you in exchange for cookies, chocolate chip cookies specifically." I stood up "Okay can we start now then?" She asks again, "No." If I'm being honest I don't know how I'm supposed to help, I never had to help anyone with being bad, it just happens. "Uh okay then, hi Carmen." The dark-haired girl pop-ups by her side again and I turn my back to them walking a few steps away to a different booth.

"You're still talking to her?" "Yes, I am why can't I? She hasn't done anything bad." "I still think you shouldn't keep trying what if you get hurt." "Why is it such a big deal if I get hurt I don't think she'll hurt me." "I'm telling you now you'll get hurt." "You're talking as if you know who she is." "Well, what if I do?" "The Enlighten me, please if it's valid then I'll stop okay?" I decided to walk away after that, what the fuck does the friend know? I mean she isn't wrong, I could hurt Beans, not that I want to hurt Beans I don't ever mean to actually hurt people at least not physically but if the friend keeps telling Beans to stop this plan of hers that involves me then why does she keep trying. I don't understand why she wants to be like me. No one really likes me because of the shit I've done but I don't care.

I skipped the rest of the school day riding around whatever street was open for me trying to come up with a plan or something, I want those cookies though. Maybe I could just do one simple thing get the cookies then be done, she'll probably ask again. Has she done anything bad at all? She hasn't even cheated on a test and that should explain how Holy and Angelic she is, can't even cheat on a test, I've cheated on tests and I've just skipped them and never took them. There has to be something maybe I should go big instead of trying to get her to do something small. I got home opening the garage door seeing Sage's Nissan's GTR R34 and Dean's Toyota MR2, these fuckers get a cool ass car and I get my bike, I love my bike I want of these. I kicked down the stand and left my bike beside the Nissan that sat in the middle and I went inside taking off my helmet.

"I'm here Sage!" I walked in further not seeing my bother in the kitchen or the living room. "I'M UP HERE!!" His voice echos from the stairs and I run up seeing his computer office door open, I walk in seeing all 7 screens open with random images and coordinates, he turns around giving me a bright smile getting up and we do our handshake with the claps and bumps from our hands fill the room and we finish with me needing to jump a little to chest-bump him. "How was school?" He asks walking out of the room and I follow him down the steps seeing him ruffle his brown hair, "Eh, nothing much happened today but I do need help I guess." I sit on one of the bar stools watching him take out food from our fridge.

"Is it homework because I'm not doing it for you again just because you don't want to." He slides a box of Cheez-its to me and a tub of Nutella, this combo is actually bomb as fuck and needs to be appreciated more and Nuttels is actually really good cold. "No it isn't homework, there's this girl who wants to be like me." I tell him and he shuts the fridge door a little hard making the entire thing shake a little, "Well shit that was shaking hard, that's what she said." He laughs making me roll my eyes, I was hoping to go the entire day without hearing that joke, "Okay okay all seriousness, she wants to be like you?" He asks taking a handful of the cheese crackers.

"Yeah she's been asking for a bit now, specifically for me to help her be a rebel like me although we both know I'm not rebel." I look at him and he swallows the food in mouth then chugging a Monster can, we're definitely related. "I don't think you should help her." Well I wasn't expecting that.