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Seriously? You want to play me. Can we just think this over for a second? Let's look at the facts.

There's me; beautiful, intelligent, utterly flawless and once again dating an equally beautiful, less intelligent but with a nearly god-like physique, guy. We're on top. We are unstoppable and practically worshiped at school.

And then there's you. What exactly are your qualifications here?

I only settle for the very best and I just-- sweetie. I just don't think this is going to work out.

... I don't know what you're talking about. I'm perfectly fine and I'll be even better without you.

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They call them mundanes, right? Jesus, even the title means boring.

No, he played soccer about once so it doesn't even count. He was in the marching band though. I'm gonna freaking hang myself. With my belt.

Why's lipstick bad? Shouldn't putting on makeup be- I don't know, good? With you?

I really wouldn't know! It's a good thing I have you here to fill me in on all the details. [She smiles sweetly. She totally knew what they were called.]

Band geek? Band ... geek. Oh my god. We're doomed.

[Hold on. Please just wait one second while she rolls her eyes with enough disdain to choke a Disney princess.]

She doesn't know a thing about skin tone, gloss levels, or shade vs. tint! It was painful. This color doesn't work on just everyone!

Yeah, well, whatever. [ He shrugs a little, trying not to sound vaguely proud. He ends up sounding pretty vaguely proud. ] It's not even that big a word.

[ And his eyes widen a little like they tend to when people talk about shit he doesn't really care about. ] Okay, wow, untwist panties. It's not the apocalypse, it's some lipstick. At least she's not in a marching band.

- Wait, right?

[Desired effect achieved. She's got ego stroking down to a science. Let's face it, she's got all kind of stroking down to a science.]

Now why would I bother untwisting them when I have you to do that for me? Panties are your department. And no.

Not a marching band.

... She was in Jazz band.

Can someone please explain to me how these people are equipped to portray socially successful high school students?

Uh huh.

[ He smirks at that, grabbing her by the arm and tugging her in so that her back's against his front. ] Panties not so much my department. It's the off I'm better at. And stop talking about school bands, I'm gonna puke.

Please. They're just gonna make us do all the work anyway, let's be real. These jerkoffs don't know what they're doing.

Puke in my hair, and the lacrosse team is going to have to find a new captain.

[Co-captain. Ugh. Conveniently forgetting that little detail.

She tilts her head to the side but doesn't look back at him. Won't give him the satisfaction, more like.]

Well. It's a good thing that we're overachievers. Means you'll have to work twice as hard making you that much better than everyone else.

Uh, I puke wherever I want.

[ That- was a comeback that sounded much better in theory than aloud. His face makes a shape and then he changes the subject. ]

[ Partially out of offense. ]

Hey - [ He DOES look, though, leaning forward over her shoulder to peer at her. ] Like I even have to try. [ Really hard, all the time. ] This shit just comes naturally.

[She reaches back to run her fingers through his hair, over his scalp, and finally curls them against his neck with just a hint of her nails against his skin.]

You're right. My mistake. These societal rejects must be throwing me off. And while you are a natural, I think I prefer you to be au naturel.

[ He almost flinches at the motion, old habits and all, but his skin still jumps a little beneath her nails, even as he smirks triumphantly. ]

Yeah, well. Forget the dorks and I'll take you somewhere and show you just what I don't have to try at, huh?

[ and there's a husky tone in his voice that shows just what he means by that entendre ~~how did we get here~~ ]

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