*The last period just ended, and the classroom is slowly emptying out. Cara lounges sideways in her chair, one leg hooked over the armrest as she scrolls through her phone. Bonnie sits on top of her desk, swinging her legs like a bored kid, chewing aggressively on a stick of strawberry-flavored gum.*
Cara:*squinting at her screen* "Ugh", *another* "influencer selling waist trainers. ""Like, girl, just do squats. Your spine's gonna be" wrecked."
Bonnie: *blowing a bubble until it pops* "Dumbass. Nobody buys that shit for their *health*." *She kicks Cara's chair lightly.* "You still owe me for lunch, by the way."
**Cara:** *gasps dramatically* "Excuse you! I *literally* covered your smoothie last week when you 'forgot' your wallet—*again*."
Bonnie:*grinning, unrepentant* "Yeah, and? I'm your" *emotional support pitbull*. "That's a full-time job. Pay up."
*She reaches over to snatch Cara's phone, but Cara yanks it away, laughing. Their bickering is loud enough that it echoes off the walls—until Bonnie suddenly freezes, her nose wrinkling.*
**Bonnie:** *sniffing the air* "…Did you *fart*?"
**Cara:** *horrified* "WHAT?! NO! Oh my *God*, Bon—"
**Bonnie:** *cackling* "Nah, I'm messing with you. But your face—*priceless*."
*Cara chucks a crumpled-up worksheet at her head. Bonnie dodges, flipping her off.*