The final bell rang. Blue Oyster wasn't leaving. She was where she should be, with her soulmate. Her hand slid lovingly over his body.
''Blue?''
She shoved him in her locker, jolted upright, and turned to her bandmates. ''Ditzy! Raspberry!'' She forced a smile. ''What brings you here?''
Ditzy Doo gave her—and a nearby trash can—a flat look. ''My locker's next to yours.''
Raspberry Fluff raised an eyebrow. ''Are you—''
''No!'' Blue blushed.
Ditzy smirked. ''Sure. And you definitely weren't about to make out with your cowbell again.''
''You don't understand what we have!''