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Smooth as usual. Maybe if the circumstances were different, Aurora would have actually been impressed by Dante's ability to take whatever was thrown at him and spin it to his advantage. Sure, she knew how to take on the unexpected herself as numerous council meetings had taught her, but the way he made it seem to effortless was great. His nonchalant attitude about being sent to detention was the complete opposite reaction of hers; then again, he was probably so used to wasting his hours away that it didn't phase him anymore. Watching him speak, she wondered why he didn't care. Well, he did have his own family business to take over, so maybe school was just something he did to please his parents? Or maybe he didn't have a choice in the matter.

Just as she started sympathizing with him, however, he then asked what she was doing here. Aurora almost wanted to cry again, but there was no way in hell she was going to have a public breakdown. She instead leaned back in her seat, realizing that it was going to come out sooner or later. "[color=lightsalmon]Guilt by association, courtesy of Mrs. Berkely catching Grant and Vivi smoking,[/color]" She shrugged, letting out a sigh. "[color=lightsalmon]Well, I wasn't supposed to take the detention, but Mr. Frederick decided that it was a lesson so that I could try to reign the two in.[/color]" Though how she was going to go about it was anyone's guess. 

Still, as much as it bothered her at first, it was clear that Dante actually wanted to talk to her. Well, it was obvious what he wanted, but maybe she could know him a little better. Humanize him. Maybe. Tapping her nails on the desk, she sat up right and crossed one leg over the other. What could she talk to him about? Would he even respond? Or would he just turn it around on her? Their last encounter showed that he could easily devour her, and she wasn't the type to make the same mistake twice.

"[color=lightsalmon]Ferrari...that's right, you like to race, right?[/color]" She asked. Not that she knew anything about cars. But her ignorance was her weapon. "[color=lightsalmon]My brother has one, too, but what's yours like?[/color]"

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[color=pink][I]Pendejo.[/I][/color]

What the hell did she do to deserve Marco as a partner? All she did was talk in class, and Savanna got Sol--one of the coolest people in their school--and she got the guy that wouldn't shut the fuck up. She didn't appreciate his little rant on Aurora, either, her glare making that very obvious. Idiot. For her fortune, his chatter died down for all of two minutes, and her fingers began to work on her phone. The first thing she needed to do was to tell Dante to back off Aurora, then she needed to tell her bestie to ignore him. As she glanced over at the pair, her jaw dropped as she watched Aurora talk to Dante, perfectly calm. What the fuck?! Was Marco right?

As Marco spoke again, she whirled around to him, a dangerous look on her face. "[color=pink]Some people get annoying siblings, so I deeply sympathize with your [I]hermana[/I],[/color]" She snapped at him. "[color=pink]And if it concerns you so much what I'm doing, I'm trying to protect my best friend.[/color]"