Making her way

Lexy's that kind of girl who wears a fucked-off smile and knows exactly what she's doing with it. She's got the attitude to match – the whole 'rules were never meant for me' thing goes without saying. The boys pass her notes and their tongues hang out but she keeps walking without looking twice. But this year everything's grinding to a halt - not because of boys, because of paperwork. She's flunking, proper this time. Marks don't lie. So this firecracker decided to go straight to the man who can make the letters match. She marches down to the headmaster's door in her best uniform (nothing else), no plan but her own version of responsibility, walks straight in the way she does everything – the fuck-me strides and the same please-sit-I've-got-you momentum nobody has resisted. She's offering a solution so boldly it's practically asking her to be liked even less – except nobody in that closed room is left bored. Timing solves everything.