i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.
She waited like a fat kid in a candy store; not very well. The red head flicked her pencil between her two fingers rapidly, the point tapping onto the desk, much like her finger nail was before. Either she had forgotten about Faye's annoyance or she was just egging it on. Most likely the first option, knowing the girl.
Big red eyes peeked over Faye's shoulders, craning her neck to try and get a better look at what she was writing out. Of course, being a few feet away she couldn't really see anything but the corner of the paper... But it didn't stop her from trying.
After another few moments her club member passed the paper back, to which Kay grabbed it back and opened it up. She agreed! Granted, with a cost involved, but it was worth it to not go at this adventure alone.
A big, goofy smile spread across the girl's face. With a newfound excitement bubbling up inside of her Kay stashed the paper under her notebook and went back to pretending to pay attention.
A few brain-numbing classes later and they were free.
Kay leaned back against the stone wall leading to the outside of the school, arms crossed, lazy crimson eyes scanning the crowds of kids leaving the school for a familiar tuft of blue hair. She never had a bike in Japan, never really felt the need to. Everything over here was so close together that you could practically walk to where ever you needed to go. But, for some reason Japan seemed to love bikes, even more than cars. Maybe it was pollution? She wasn't sure. There was so many cultural differences trying to make sense of them all would give her a migraine, and she didn't need one of those before looking at brightly colored screens for the next couple hours.
Unluckily, she did get a few weird looks from students passing by. But whenever they caught her attention she would just stare at them back until they turned away or passed. She was used to the stares, if her colored hair wasn't weird enough just the fact she was a foreigner was. Well at least they didn't care about the rest of her appearance like most others would.
Granted... She also didn't seem to acknowledge that she looked a little like a delinquent, waiting menacingly near the bike racks as she was.