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The petite brunette nodded at his faking hurt feelings with a wide grin, not apologizing in the slightest. Her brow raised in curiosity at the suggestion of quality time. “Just what are we thinking?” She may have already known better from experience, but Mona was by no means immune to Noel’s charm and walked a fine line between acknowledging how he operated and actually falling for anything and everything the boy had to say. “Are we talking something I can get done by night or am I going to need to clear my schedule? You know, as much as I just love quality time, if the case calls for clearing my schedule, it might just require some donation funds to..” Mona twirled, indicating she meant if it was hard work she was looking for wardrobe additions yet again. Something she’d only admit to Noel because he was already aware that the money she hustled out of people at school was allowing her to fake the rich bitch persona without relying too heavily on shoplifting. “I’ll do it, just.. make sure I get my end!” The girl took hold of her bag’s shoulder strap yet again, glancing around to see just who was shuffling in around them. “So, tonight? Should I expect you over or am I working solo?”
Noel wondered how much work was too much to give the girl. While he would’ve just loved to hand over every single assignment he had from now until the end of the year and give it all to her he knew that there would be no way she’d agree to it in the slightest, even though he was more than confident she would have been fully capable of handling it all. “One night, maybe two. Maybe even more if you find out you enjoy doing my homework.” Noel pulled up the flap on the front of his khaki colored messenger bag that hung by his side and riffled through a few sheets until he found the one he was looking for, placed neatly in between the sheets in his notebook. Pulling it out, he handed it over to the girl, wanting to give her a head start.“English, just an essay. Shouldn’t be too hard, not for you anyway.” Noel knew exactly what Mona wanted in return, something he knew without her even having to say. “Would I ever stiff you?” Closing his bag back up, he looked back up to the girl with his signature smile. “Of course I’ll be over.”












