She energetically leads you by the contorted arm away from the lab, the sizing device tucked stealthily between skirt and skin while covered by her dark, draping top. Seemingly familiar with the less populated paths of the school, she drags you through a poorly lit maintenance hall and outside through a sunken door by the campus rear. Being led away from the parking lot, and into the unknown, you resist.
"Come on," Angelina urges, "we have to hurry. If someone sees us back here I don't have to tell you how suspicious that'll look." She tugs on your arm, and steps closer to the forest.
You pull her back, "My car is still in the parking lot. How suspicious will that be if it's left here!"
Angelina pouts, crosses her arms at her waist, and taps her boots as if rehearsed, "We have some time." She tosses her hair side to side, "We should hide away for now, then we can get your car after everyone's in class and no one's moving around." She smiles wilely, "Pretty suspicious for little, goth me to hurry and drive off with you while everyone's around, wouldn't you think?" Miss Scarlette bares her intellectual fangs, and they sink deeply into you at the moment. She grins as you give in, "Come on, I know a place we can go for a while."
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