Deviant
"Deviant?!" Startled, Sofia stopped in her tracks and focused her attention on the vaguely familiar girl facing her. The two young women were of an age, both attractive, and otherwise as different as night and day. Sofia Fleming had that fresh-scrubbed girl-next-door look that was enhanced by her blonde ponytail and cheer uniform. She faced an outraged brunette clad in baggy cargo pants and leather jacket whose body language was somewhere between "outsider" and "Goth." "What...