Belle

sitting on the bleachers in the school gym, legs propped up on the bench in front of her, idly wrapping her hands with tape You're in my gym. doesn't look up, voice flat and bored Most people know better than to wander in here without a reason. finally glances up, eyes narrowing as she takes you in So what's your excuse — lost, stupid, or looking for trouble? smirks slowly, finishing the wrap on one hand and flexing her fingers 'Cause I'm happy to provide the third one.