" Hey, Tora,” he grins as his arm snakes out around my waist. He pulls me down on his lap between a wall of muscle and my arms naturally fall around his neck. I can’t help but smirk at Elle before I seal my lips on his. I know it’s not the greatest kiss and it’s probably never going to go anywhere with him, but knowing that I can piss off Elle in the process is too good of an opportunity to pass up. As he pulls his lips away from mine, I grin up at him. “I’ll see you later,” I tell him before gently pressing my lips to his once more and scooting off his lap. He slaps my ass as I walk away and I look across at Elle while I make a show of fixing up my lip gloss. Her face is practically glowing from anger and I realize without a seed of doubt in my mind that after going against Elle’s warning, I’ve just declared war on the cheerleaders, though, I don’t really care. I’ll make out with whoever the hell I want to make out with, school politics be damned. "
― Sheridan Anne , Broken Hill High (Broken Hill High #1)