They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

[Layla Harlow]

Headphones in, cellphone out, let the candy crushing BEGIN! She swiped like mad, left thumb, right thumb, up, down, STRIPED CANDY! Probably not the smartest thing to be doing for a girl as clueless as Layla, as she was walking between classes, but she was killing it and she was determined to be the new high score. This level had been kicking her butt the whole week and she was sick of doing the same level over and over again, but she had sworn that she wouldn't pick up another comic book until she beat it and scored the highest.

One more move and she had but one jelly to go!

As she went to swipe the final move that would set her up for the win, her shoulder bumped into someone and she missed the square that she meant to swipe and instead swiped one that didn't connect with the same jelly. Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath before letting out a loud, "FUCK! Are you kidding me? One jelly! ONE!" She yanked the headphones out of her ears, ready to give whoever had bumped into her hell (despite it likely being her fault). As she whirled, she looked straight up at the face and before she could let the string of swears fly, she stopped and instead hmphed.

"Dude, Jake, buddy. What the fuck? You blind or something?" Because clearly it was his fault, not hers. But once she was done with her moment of irritation, her expression changed to a less bitchy one and a more, mellow one. "Hey, whatcha up to? Ditching class? That's what I'm doing. Wanna join?"

[Jake Miller]

Just another day. So far, it was boring as fuck. Jake was determined to make it not. He just wasn't sure exactly how it would make it un-boring. But, at least for now, he would go to class and endure whatever today's lessons would bring. I mean, to his disappointment, he couldn't have fun everyday.

So, with a single, 1 inch binder in hand, Jake Miller walked across campus to his next class. His earbuds blared some Red Hot Chili Peppers and dark sunglasses shielded his face. He was pretty focused on just getting to class so he didn't notice when he bumped into Layla. In their defenses, neither were paying attention. 

"Oh shit sorry." He smirked at her before quickly glancing down at the game on her phone. "Really kid? Candy crush?" Jake scoffed at her. Oh Layla. Ditching class? Very straight forward and kind of rushed but hey... Perfect solution to his problem.  

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good. Where to Harlow?" 

[Layla Harlow]

Layla scrunched her nose up and arched an eyebrow at him, "Aye, don't be mocking me, you dag! Candy crush is a game of skill and technique I'll have you know." She gave him a smile and nudged him with her shoulder. If she was going to ditch class, what better way to spend it than with her good pal Jakey-boo. Was it in her best interest? Being a Greek, one of the main bitches of the school and probably one of the more poor kids at Eden, probably not. But some days it was necessary to miss a class or too for mental health purposes, of course.

Where to? She hadn't thought that far, she was just opting to score big on her game and then figure out from there where she'd escape to. Perhaps she should have thought about that a bit before deciding to skip, at least then it was less likely of her to get caught and in trouble for no good reason. And knowing her parents, they wouldn't bail her out if she did get in trouble because it was a 'life lesson.'

Layla began walking in the general direction of the sorority houses and ran her hand through her hair, "Roof?" Because she could easily slip up there without anyone noticing their absence. She then snagged his binder and flipped through it, "Where were you going anyway? What is this junk?"

[Jake Miller]

"Skill and technique." He mocked with his eyes crossed. It was okay, Layla was used to his sarcastic mocking. They were good friends to say the least. When she offered the roof Jake shrugged and pulled out his phone to turn off the music. Now pulling out both earphones, they dangled over his shirt. 

Miller figured that the roof would be good. I mean, he could tell that she just made it up on the fly. It would do for now. Surely their adventures wouldn't end there. Hopefully. 

He hoped. He was as down to ditch as the next guy but ditching to go and do nothing was a bummer. That was what school was for. A necessary evil made to keep him busy throughout the days. "Sounds good to me, brat." He said with a teasing wink. 

[Layla Harlow]

His cross-eyed mockery caused her to snort and she poked his cheek, "Don't you sass me, Jakey-boo. Or I'll be forced to beatchu up, punk!" Layla raised her fists and jabbed once into the air before breaking out into laughter. She may have been a fighter, but the idea of beating up her best friend was laughable. They were better for sarcastic remarks and poking fun at each other rather than actual physical jabs. If she had to think about it though, Layla was almost certain she could take him. Tough guy Jake Miller was no match for badass super villain Layla Harlow.

As they agreed upon the roof, Layla nodded firmly and led the way. The roof was her place of plotting and scheming, and although some times it was occupied by one of Erika's frat boy friends, they'd settled on a schedule for the two to work around.She shoved her hands into her pockets of the hoody that was hanging loosely on her frame.

"So how's classes been going for you, stud muffin?" She snickered and arched her eyebrow up at him. The two were both not quite as focused on school as they should have been with it being their senior year and all, but Layla knew she was smart enough to pull through with a passing grade and if worst came to worst, she'd help Jake pass his. Clearly, she was the smarter one of the dynamic duo. At least when it came to books. He had her on the street smarts, though she'd never admit it.

[Jake Miller]

Jake playfully rolled his eyes at her. "Put 'em up, kid. Let's throw hands. Right here. Right now." Jake danced around her throwing slow motion punches, centimeters away from her face. There were sound affects. There always was. After his little game up pretend he ended with a fake upper cut. "Oh shit. Your done now." He smiled as she stood there. He took two fingers to a piece of her hair. "Or I could just - " He lightly yanked. "Your greatest weakness."

He was sure he could take Layla if it really came down to it but he pitied her. Jake let her believe she could take him. He would never hear the end of it if he did.

Ah. Classes. "Eh ya know... Senioritus." He shrugged looking at his binder in her hands. "That junk is what keeps the cash flowing." He dangled his wallet in front of her face before tapping in on her forehead. In reality, the money would keep coming as it did. Even with shitty grades. But, it seemed like a reasonably good explanation. She knew though. It was no secret that she had all the knowledge up top with the math and the english. She was his savior. 

However, Jake was constantly giving her what little advice she would take and usually looked out her. Street smarts, he figured. 

[Layla Harlow]

Layla shook her head and paused momentarily in her steps. He jabbed and punched and she remained stony faced, before he ended with an uppercut and she dramatically grabbed her face, "You monster!" She laughed and cut off abruptly when he grabbed her hair and yanked lightly. She scowled at him and swatted at his hand, "Oi! Hair pulling is a cheap shot! You know what you're greatest weakness is, chum? I'm pretty sure we don't wanna go there, aye?" She arched an eyebrow before narrowing her eyes attempting to look as menacing as possible, although she didn't quite pull it off because she broke out laughing again.

Senioritus, no doubt. She felt the same way, which was likely the reason she decided to skip class. It wasn't like she was learning anything important anyway. Except maybe some review for tests and whatnot, but that was easy. She could recover from one day of review within the first fifteen minutes of the next class and still be caught up with what is going on.

"Dropping dimes, dropping dimes!" Layla said with a laugh before swatting again at the wallet that smacked her in the forehead. She looped her arm through his and skipped a bit, "I'm seriously so ready to graduate. Like, hot damn it's going to be great. But dude, I swear I don't even know what I'm going to do after this." She sighed exaggeratedly before shrugging.

[Jake Miller]

"A monster indeed. In and out of the bed." He added a wink as he joked with her. There relationship was funny and playful like that. It was what he enjoyed. But then. Then she took it there. He guarded his gentiles with both hands. "Noah there cowgirl. Let's not harm the thunder buddies. They have much to do this Friday." He poked her in the side before throwing his arm around her in a casual side hug over the shoulder. 

He smiled as she mentioned dimes. "You already know!" Jake, really, didn't spend too much though. I mean, compared to some of the other kids he was conservative. Very conservative. He didn't have that much to buy really. Layla picked out most of his clothes anyways. He didn't really have a taste for fashion anyway or a need to get one. 

They linked arms as they walked and Jake looked down at her. He watched her with a smirked. He couldn't agree. He had enjoyed high school. Zero responsibility was what he preferred. At least he had the year. Senior year. To live it up. He had no idea what he was going to do either. The whole ordeal scared him in all honesty. 

"Yeah same. I guess... I don't know. Life. Sounds cold and... Not fun." He laughed at himself. He had to. 

[Layla Harlow]

Layla rolled her eyes. She didn't know anything about his sex life and frankly she wasn't sure she wanted to. They were good friends, and sure, Jake was nice enough to look at, but that just seemed like a line she didn't need to cross. They never had and likely wouldn't. She laughed as he quickly covered himself and wrapped her arm around his side while he hugged her shoulders, "Wouldn't want to get in the way of any of your fun. Although, I don't think it'd be right if I wished you luck because, ya know, that's gross and shit. But I'm just sayin' no hair pulling. That's how prissy bitches fight."

As they walked, she rested her head on his arm and occasionally glanced up at him. Yes, she already knew. The most she figured Jake spent was on his hair styling gel, and even then, there was always something pricier for him to get than what he settled for. Layla spent most of her money on comic books or video games. And she did a fine job of styling her bestie, seeing as he did manage to pick up some girls on occasion. It most definitely had nothing to do with his charm and his humor. Not at all.

"It does. Too much pressure. My parents expect me to be some new kind of person when I graduate, they're going to be sorely disappointed when they realize I'm probably more foul-mouthed and crass than I was when they shipped me off here," She snorted and let out a short sigh. Her parents were what she dreaded when it came to her time being so limited at Eden. But she had college, and if she didn't want to do college, well, she could just become a Greek.

Layla found her way to the building and slid her hand into his. "I think I might still have some water balloons or something at the top that we can chuck at people if you want," She said as they made their way in.