"Yeah! Like totally fun!" Ginger giggled, dancing a little closer to Frankie as she let her hair bounce around as she moved. "You're really good at this, ya'know?! Like, you could totally rock out and stuff!"
She smiled brightly, letting her hips roll forward and then back in a fluid motion.
Ginger was pretty sure that Frankie could hate her, but still had to admit she was pretty. Cos, hello? She was way prettier than most of the losers at this school. She danced on, though, bouncing and popping like it wasn't anything big to there with Frankie.
"Ballet?! OMG, I totes always wanted to take ballet, but like my mom, ug...she was like 'oh you aren't the right body type.'" She rolled her eyes. It was a dumb excuse, even Ginger knew that.
Frankie searched the other girl's eyes, thinking it was weird that her pupils weren't dilating. Couldn't she feel it? Maybe she was unlucky and got a bad E.
" You've never noticed me before" she shot back, smiling wryly.
"But," Ginger said slowly and purposefully, "I noticed you now."
Leaning in she pressed her lips to Frankie's, lips parting a little as her tongue snaked out. Dancing even closer to Frankie, she all but made it a highlighted show.
At first Frankie didn't do anything, she was buzzed and a pretty girl was kissing her and what could be wrong about that? Except the girl didn't have red hair and she wasn't wearing a pink dress. It took a soft flick of Frankie's tongue against Ginger's before she realised what was happening and she stumbled back.