Dough me up, baby!

There was something familiar about his voice. Tempest tried to place it, though it was difficult. He must attend Salem High. She could infer that much. She glanced at her cookie dough. Yes, it seemed to have some of everything. Monster cookie... monstrous was quite the word for it.

”Ah, yes. I have everything, I think.” She said, glancing at the plain. ”I suppose trading ours is for the best, not going to get new ones.” She offered him her dough. ”I have not taken any bites of mine. Do not worry about germs or whatnot.”

Tempest observed Greg’s dough. Good, it was untouched. She glanced at hers, covered in frosting and sprinkles and god knew what else. Gwen would likely love this sort of thing. ”Ah, good. I do not think I would eat this,” she said, handing him the monster concoction.

When Greg said something about her outfit, Tempest glanced at Greg. Then she recognized the voice. ”Gregory Yonkers.” She said his name, giving him a dark, leveled gaze. She looked towards the door, then back at him. ”Thank you. Have you finally grown sick of Victor?”

Tempest rose her brows when Greg claimed to be alone. ”Odd. I assumed you were just Victor’s shadow.” She had spoken to Victor before and, though she was also popular like that group, she was in a different way. While the girls were cheerleaders Tempest was a soccer player and while the boys got on well with the football team they rarely spoke to the soccer team. She was well aware the girls didn’t know her and that Victor said things behind her back. Tempest had never been bothered by his annoying banter as it usually went in one ear and out the other. She was not afraid to tell Victor she didn’t much care for him, which made him prone to shit talking her.

He appeared to go back to his doodles, and she narrowed her eyes. ”Do you know where Victor might be this weekend?” She asked. Hopefully, nowhere near here.

Tempest was surprised the guy claimed to function outside of Victor’s presence. ”You have fooled me.” She deadpanned, though when he said he didn’t know where Victor was that was surprising. She expected him to have a general knowledge at least. It wasn’t as though Tempest particularly missed Victor. When Greg said he was likely with Tina she blinked. ”Ah. His girlfriend.” She said. She never really interacted with Tina, though knew of her position as Queen of the school. She felt indifference towards her, though had to admit she found her attitude when around her girlfriends rather annoying.

Greg offered for her to sit, and Tempest was puzzled at first. She was surprised he didn’t chase her away. But she was otherwise going to sit alone, so she took the offered seat. ”Thank you.” She said. She glanced at the paper in front of him. ”When Victor boats, you draw?” She asked, looking at the picture.

Tempest tucked hair behind her ear and took a small bite of her dough. It was interesting to hear they weren’t actually a couple. ”Oh. They seem like a...” she struggled, as though trying to remember the words she was looking for. ”...exclusive,” she decided to just use the word Greg had said, though her voice struggled to pronounce it in a decipherable way, ”thing. It is hard to avoid the flirt talk they give.”

She shrugged when he said it was hard to avoid being labeled as a Metric wannabee. ”I do not think so. Just because you draw, does not mean you want a career in art, ja?” She shrugged her shoulders. ”Is like their football players. They do not want careers. They want a hobby. Like you.”

When he mentioned Gwen she lit up lightly. ”Yes, Gwen. She is out with her family today so I am looking at this shop. It is something she would like.”