"Funny, aren't you?" Poking Caleb in the side, Lola bit her bottom lip thoughtfully. "You know, I don't really go for a set type. Jack, is the result of teenage hormonal changes, and just general stupidity. Plus, he just tried for so long, I gave in for ease of life." Laughing in amusement, she wrinkled her nose. "I have been out with an equal amount of blondes, and brunettes, and one Moroccan actually. I have to say, Jack is probably the prettiest. I'm not a jock kinda' gal."

It was true, Lola wasn't really big on preppy. She liked guys that were bit more rough and raw. Manly type of men, with a dangerous side. Johnny Depp hybrids, with muscles. Most preppy guys probably couldn't handle her anyway. "But, I haven't dated a redhead. Maybe that's an avenue I should explore." Smirking, she shook her head in mild disgust. "Nah, my brother is a redhead, that would creep me out."

As she began on her new drink, she side eyed Caleb. There were definitely some perks to having to stay with him for longer. To anybody looking in right now, they probably did look like a couple. "Yeah, most girls do know each other. It's like a disease, and cat fights are just vicious. They scare me."