We Are Bound By Symmetry

Bit 12

"I mean seriously, does Mr. Williams think all we've got to do all weekend is study? For real? Who has time for reading when we've got loads of parties to hit!" Jenna smiles at me and bumps the side of her hip against mine playfully as we close our school lockers.
Jenna's hair always fell in perfect gold curls down her shoulders. She only wore three colors - black, red, and gray. But however she wore them, she still had an innocence deep inside of her that always found it's way out, glowed around her face. An innocence that easily bought her whatever she needed from her parents, A's from the gym teachers, and dates with the hottest guys in our grade, and even a few above us. I'd heard a rumor the year before that Jenna had done "everything" necessary to get an A in her French class, and Mr. Jameson the French teacher, sure did seem awfully happy with her that year.
But we're a duo now so I can't let her know I think this sort of stuff about her. I'm the wingman that spreads even nastier rumors about the girls who are spreading rumors in the first place.
(brb to write more. and better, hopefully.)