Support Lucille

“Sensitive much,” you say to Brooke, and she takes a beat, the corner of her eye looking awfully wet now.

“That’ll teach her to fucking draw all class long,” Lucille says to you, and Brooke sniffs back a tear.

“I’m right here, you know,” she says. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Hey, all Lucille said was that she’s seen better,” you say. “What, you think you’re really better than Rembrandt?”

“Man’s got a point,” Lucille says, giving you a high-five. It makes a satisfying smack, a noise that causes Brooke to flinch. Pussy.

The professor walks in just as Brooke storms out of the room, clutching her notebook tight to her chest. The other girls around the table are staring at you and Lucille, and the goth girl winks at you. She leans against you, and whispers in your ear “That was hot,” sending your loins stirring

“I guess Ms. Brooke won’t be attending our class today,” the old professor says, eyeing you and Lucille up. “At any rate, we have plenty to discuss today, so let’s get cracking.”

The class quickly revs up into high gear, with plenty of arguments flying around, and you find yourself taking Lucille’s side more often than not, slamming down others who dare to oppose her.

It’s not long before you leave the classroom. Though you had hoped to catch Lucille for lunch, she quickly slips away, and you’re left hanging for a second before a text comes through. Well, you have lunch plans now.

Lucille +35
Brooke -50
Charmaine -5
Lisa -5