“ shit, shit, shit ! --- ” noon was just about to strike the clock which only meant one thing: she was late. for the third time this week. lacey was thankful her class was full of students & her teacher likely didn’t realize she was missing. by now, the blonde was running ; books in hand. in the brief moment lacey looked down at her booklet -- more specifically, at her class schedule --, her face was met with body of another. her notebooks scattered on the ground. “ fuck. ” she whispered. lacey even rushed while she spoke. “ I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going .. ”















