Most kids on campus went out of their way to avoid Meenah when they could - her tall stature and hard personality, combined with looks that could kill (as well as fists), she wasn’t one people approached easily - but there were always exceptions to that. There were people who saw the need to push back, people who wanted to crack her to the core like she had a toffee center, and even people who thought she was attractive in some regards. The last one, she firmly doubted on most occasions, but for the past few days in her classes it felt as if someone was watching her, maybe even following her around campus a bit as she hung out with other students and did her work. It was a foolish worry - especially when she towered over 95% of students around her, like anyone wanted to risk getting caught by her and getting beaten up - but the feeling didn’t go away even when she was in the hallway at her locker.
It’s not that Meenah often used her locker, but she needed a textbook she rarely used that was buried under the athletics gear she had shoved haphazardly in the bottom compartment of the locker, the mess of stuff toppling gracelessly around at her feet as she groaned and bent down to pick up her things. As she was tossing sweaty gym shorts in the locker, something caught her eye as it lay balled up on the ground. It could have been there before all her shit flooded the hallway, but curiosity got the best of the young Peixes as she reached a thin hand out to unfurl the rumpled envelope. It didn’t appear to be originally crumpled up, but if it fell in the avalanche of crap Meenah had, it’d have gotten somewhat mussed up. In clean script on the front of the envelope, Meenah’s name was printed neatly, prompting her to open the small package and reading out:
“When I saw you in class, I wanted to introduce myself. Saying you aren’t lovely would be a lie. I felt that greeting you in front of the class would be rather pressing, but I’d love to get to know you better on Friday after class. I’ll be on the roof.”
Biting her lower lip and cramping the note into her back pocket before someone caught her reading it, the young Peixes snatched up her things and threw her locker shut, storming off towards the one person she could trust with this information - Jane Crocker. As she discussed with her best friend about the situation, Meenah was finally talked into going and meeting this mystery person, even if it was just a ruse to fuck with her. At least now that she was stronger, she could defend herself and hurt the people who tried to hurt her based on her appearance. She could at least handle herself now.
As Friday’s classes came and went, the young heiress made her way onto the roof of the campus, wearing her usual school uniform and heavy winter jacket, black leggings ripped and pink hightops making audible crunching noises through the fresh snow as she stood there, lighting a cigarette lazily and taking a single puff from it before someone came through the roof doors, making Meenahme instinctively spin around and take a defensive stance as the mystery note person stood in the shadows of the doorway, leaving Meenah without a face to throw a name to as she barked out, “Okay, I’m here. Now water you fuckin’ wantin’ from me?”