“Touching leads to babies.”
Natasha froze, turning ever so slowly to face the girl who had spoken. And- Okay then. Who’d let an angel on campus?
Her lips pressed together in a fine line she frowned towards the pretty little slip of a girl before her; wide sea green eyes, immaculate frilled pink dress, wheat blonde hair soft as silk, pursed pink lips, and dainty hands folded before her. She looked not a day older than sixteen, but judging by the computer peeking out of her bag she was a student. Hm, funny how fate worked. A shame she’d run into such a lovely girl at a time like this; the hell known as college.
Ha. Then again when was there ever a good time.
“Does it?” She posed a question in response, expression still completely blank. Either the girl was kidding or someone hadn’t taken Sex Ed. Probably the first, although what was throwing Natasha off was that she didn’t look like the type to kid. Well, what was it that they say? ‘Can’t judge a book by its cover.’