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[right][hr][color=gray][b]School Halls [color=white]|[/color] Palm Beach, Florida[/b]
September 28th, 2018[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]A wide, devil-like smirk crossed Jun's lips as he adjusted the collar of his blazer. His eyes looking to Marisol as he passed her by. Had she been paying attention she would know just what exactly he was up to -- or at the very least she would know there was about to be a [i]show.[/i]

Victoire Bailey was probably the worst person to be paired with him as far as he could tell. Even with his opinion of Mara being a little rocky, Victoire was someone he didn't particularly like. A pretentious overachiever who carried herself like she was better than everyone else. The kind of smug personality that reminded him of a relationship he was trying to forget. As far as he can tell the faculty [i]wanted[/i] him to make a mockery of the whole situation and pairing him with Victoire was [i]license[/i] to do so. For the time being the only thing that proved a challenge for what Jun had in mind was finding Victoire before she headed off to lunch. 

Fortunately, he had spotted her in the halls, seemingly waiting for someone. A perfect opportunity.

[color=9AC667]“Viccy! Where are you going, my love?!”[/color]

Before Victoire could respond she found her hands cupped by the asian teenager's own, a wide smile for days upon his lips and a wickedness that Victoire could not have anticipated. She had aptly described him as a class clown in the past, but for him to expose his antics before everyone as she was waiting for Mara to return so they could leave for lunch? Victoire was undoubtedly smart, but not [i]omnipotent.[/i] 

As Jun made his declaration a few of the students, particularly underclassmen, began to stare and laugh at what they were seeing. The words [b]"oh my god"[/b] could be heard particularly from one pair of students that were also on their way to the cafeteria. The longer Jun stood holding Victoire's hands was the longer that the spectacle would go on. But Jun was a fan of spectacles, especially with girl's he particularly didn't have a high opinion of. He only hoped that Marisol and Sonny could pass by in time to see it as well. The embarrassing joke was only so much better when the Misfits got a laugh out of it.

[color=9AC667]“This is a sign. We are soulmates.”[/color] He declared, [color=9AC667]“I confess, I was skeptical at first. But I believe in [i]us[/i].”[/color] 

[Color=00BFFF][i]Son of a bitch.[/i][/color]

The moment Jun's hands touched hers she just knew he was up to something. But today was just full of surprises, so why not add onto them? Disbelief was plastered onto her face at first, replaced by realization as she noticed [i]everyone[/i] looking at them, the irritation slowly settling in. The universe was intent on pushing her buttons today, and who better to slam them down repeatedly then Jun Wang?

[Color=00BFFF]“What are you doing?[/color] Victoire outright decided to ask him.

[color=9AC667]“Oh, don’t be like that! I know this is hard, but all [i]relationships[/i] go through tough times!”[/color]

Victoire's jaw actually dropped, her eyes widening in horror. What the actual fuck was he talking about? What relationship? Jun had managed to accomplish something very few had: the brunette was stunned. But Victoire being Victoire, it didn't last long. Yanking her hands away from him a little harder than she should have, a headache began to simmer in her head as she threw a glare at him.

[Color=00BFFF]”My God, you've finally lost it,”[/color] She said as she rubbed her temples. [Color=00BFFF]”This must be some kind of special hell, isn't it?”[/color]

Jun falsely frowned, as if he was being attacked. [color=9AC667]“I knew it. You’re seeing someone else, aren’t you? I’m hurt, Viccy. Devastated.”[/color]

[Color=00BFFF]“Someone else? No--”[/color]

He cut her off. [color=9AC667]“--It’s okay, though! I forgive you! We can make it work!”[/color]

If her glare had any sort of power, she would have burned holes in Jun's skull by now. [Color=00BFFF]“[i]We[/i] are [b][i]nothing[/i][/b]!”[/color] She raised her voice, doing her damnest to make it as clear as possible. 

Jun turned around dramatically, returning to her glare in a single swoop. [Color=9AC667]“Nothing?! You’d say that in front of everyone? I can’t believe you would say that after [i]everything[/i] I’ve tried to do? I care about fixing this, Viccy. I care a lot.”[/color]

[Color=00BFFF]“The only thing you need to fix is that puddle of mush you call a brain!”[/color]

[Color=9AC667]“Like daggers through my heart! You’re so abusive, Viccy. I don’t know why I try.”[/color]

It was clear that Victoire had enough, or rather her stupidity tolerance was nearly filled and it was only halfway through the day. Taking in a breath to calm herself, she raised her chin at Jun as if to show him she wasn't going to let him get to her, even if the amount of whispers around them were too loud for her liking. She decided to walk past him, but not without ramming her shoulder into him as she passed.

However, there was one thing she underestimated in Jun – how far he would take a joke. As the asian-american held his “bruised” shoulder he kept his eyes on Victoire as she shuffled through the crowd, laughter, and eyes all on her as she ran away from Jun's idea of a practical joke. As far as he could tell, his excessive ribbing of their whole pairing for Homecoming had reached it's most sensible conclusion. While the brunette was still within his line of sight he shouted dramatically outward which almost caused the largest crowd of laughter he had ever gotten before. In a lot of ways, Jun felt satisfied yet at the same time he knew he had eight more days of opportunities to make hilarious spectacles; or at the very least careful ones.

[Color=9AC667]“You can’t run from our relationship forever!”[/color] 

He shook his head as he headed in the opposite direction. A good joke built up a man's appetite and as far as he could tell, it was lunchtime.
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