The next day Natasha was late. Steve tried to make it up to her, but she ignored him. She was with Brock. All the time.

Natasha wore a black tight skirt that was short, and black lace up boots. She more a black top, that was also tight with a leather jacket. Her lips were painted with a dark pink shade of matte lipstick, and she was chewing black gum.

As she strolled down the hallway of the college, every eyes looked at her. With lust and praise. As she pounded her fist against the classroom door, and pair of hands tapped her.

It was Brock.

"You look hot Babe." He whispered. "Ready to do something bad?"

"Just you wait. But not now, in science. You got the rettes?" She asked.

The door opened and the door looked at the two.

"Your late," Mr. Sitwell said.

"Yeah, late when your barber had your hair done." She laughed.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" He asks.

She rolled her eyes and shoved past him.

"Gum out. Now."

She spat out the gum, not even looking at the bin and watched it land perfectly in.

Her and Brock sat down, on the desk next to Steve and Sharon. They looked shocked at Natasha, and she raised an eyebrow.

"What?" She snapped.

"You." Sharon replied. "Yes Nat. What's happened?" Steve asked.

"Listen, before you come and talk to me, quit banging that bitch."