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[color=00BFFF]“Last night was a fucking [i]disaster[/i],”[/color] Came the predictable, irritated huff from Victoire before her lips would claim her straw.

She was in a bad mood that hadn’t lifted in what seemed like forever. The last thing she wanted to think about was the shitshow of a dance that Homecoming ended up being, but from the initial forced pairings to Jun’s constant texts, her mood was permanently turned to sour and grumpy, needing weeks to recharge. Honestly, she probably shouldn’t have been as mad as she was, but everything was getting more annoying by the second.

And what else was she to do but kidnap Mara and drag her to brunch so she could freely bitch?

[color=FFB6C1]“I’m just glad it’s over. Hopefully, the administration realizes that their attempt to bring us all together didn’t work.”[/color] Mara uttered, following a silent yawn.

Victoire didn’t bother resisting the urge to roll her eyes, instead shaking her head at the blonde. [color=00BFFF]“On the contrary, I’m sure they’ll find [i]plenty[/i] of other reasons to pair people up, regardless of what anyone says,”[/color] She said before turning her attention to her notepad, scratching off a phone number as she rubbed her temple. [color=00BFFF]“Meanwhile I get to handle more problems because [i]apparently[/i] it’s my fault no one liked to get paired up, if I have to hear another complaint I’m pretty sure I’ll be throwing myself off the school roof.”[/color]

[color=FFB6C1]“I just want to graduate and never see these people again.”[/color]

Mara finished the last of the coffee in front of her. She may have had the energy to be awake, but she couldn’t deny that her body was fighting her decision to pull an all-nighter. But she was young, it wouldn’t be all that difficult to power through to Sunday dinner. 

[color=FFB6C1]“I’m sure people will stop bothering you after a few weeks. You could just turn your phone off. Or get a second phone. Or something.”[/color]

Sighing in agreement, the brunette tapped her nails on the table for a moment, mulling over Mara’s words. [color=00BFFF]“I can’t change my phone yet, I’m still waiting for some calls back from my applications,”[/color] She shrugged.

[color=FFB6C1]““Right. So you’ve gotta put up with it, then?”[/color]  	

[color=00BFFF]“For now, yeah.”[/color]

[color=FFB6C1]“Fun. Hopefully it doesn’t make your entire October shit.”[/color] The blonde remarked as she twirled the fork between her fingers before pressing it down into the salad in front of her. At this point Mara had fantasized about leaving King’s Academy for awhile now and with only a few months left to endure while she waited to hear back from the universities she applied to she could only feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that she would only have to put up with everyone for only a few more months. Freedom was not so far, but yet at the same time she was worried all the same about how Bea was going to adapt going forward. She glanced down to her phone on the table and wondered if she should bother with her dumb party. She had given her the silent treatment long enough.

[color=FFB6C1]“So. What’s next on the big agenda? Halloween Party? Coordinating Cheerleading? Screaming at the faculty?”[/color]

[color=00BFFF]“If only. Pretty sure I’ll hear something tomorrow,”[/color] Victoire mumbled, pausing for a moment. [color=00BFFF]“Nadia was [i]supposed[/i] to get some more cheerleaders, but her head’s always in the clouds, so who knows if she was successful.”[/color] Not that she cared, really, but it had come up some time ago.

[color=FFB6C1]“It’s a big school. It isn’t like we’re lacking in that department. But yeah, Nadia seems to have other things on her mind if the gossip mill is to be believed.”[/color] Mara shrugged, not really trying to perfectly recall certain whispers at the dance made by some of their underclassmen.

Victoire grimaced at Mara’s words; unfortunately, she remembered the little statements, especially when she had [i]apparently[/i] walked out hand-in-hand with fucking Sonny Torvald of all people. [color=00BFFF]“Don’t remind me, it’s like she [i]wants[/i] that psycho Marisol to go after her,”[/color] She scoffed, waving her hands in front of her. [color=00BFFF]“All I need to focus on is my college applications and my future. Everything else is irrelevant.”[/color]

[color=FFB6C1]“I mean, it’s not like you have to babysit Nadia. Sonny’ll make her break down crying in like a week.”[/color]

[color=00BFFF]“I just don’t want her coming crying to [i]me[/i] when it happens,”[/color] She pointed out. [color=00BFFF]“When did I get Nadia [i]and[/i] Stella to look after? I feel like a teen mom except I didn’t get the excuse of having a shitty baby daddy who gives great sex.”[/color]

[color=FFB6C1]“I mean, does that kind of thing happen a lot?”[/color] Mara snorted. [color=FFB6C1]“The coming to you part.”[/color]

[color=00BFFF]“Unfortunately. God only knows why…”[/color]

[color=FFB6C1]“When was the last time?”[/color]

Victoire took a moment to think. [color=00BFFF]“...When Nadia found out she was paired with Sonny,”[/color] There was probably something after that, but she genuinely couldn’t bring herself to care.

[color=FFB6C1]“Oh. Cool. So it’s going to be like the Kavi thing but worse. Your October is going to suck, Vic.”[/color]

[color=00BFFF]“Gee, thanks.”[/color]

[color=FFB6C1]“What? Did you want me to pretend that they were going to work out and nothing bad will come back to bite you? I can do that, if you want me to. I’d be lying, though.”[/color]

[color=00BFFF]“You got me there,”[/color] She shrugged, focusing more on her smoothie before deciding to follow up with, [color=00BFFF]“So how about your babysitting job, then?[/color]

[color=FFB6C1]“Ha. It’s cute that you keep calling it that. Don’t let anybody tell you that you don’t have a sense of humor.”[/color] Mara rolled her eyes as she let out a sigh in frustration. [color=FFB6C1]“She wants to hang out tonight.”[/color]

[color=00BFFF]“I don’t know how you have the patience for someone like that, where do you even find the time?”[/color]

[color=FFB6C1]“We’ve been friends a long time. Honestly, I feel obligated to. I know this whole ‘friends’ thing is like a foreign language for you, but I can translate if you want.”[/color]

[color=00BFFF]“No thanks, that would require both time and effort I don’t have to spare, not to mention using one of my precious fucks to give,”[/color] She declined the offer.

The blonde shook her head, laughing. [color=FFB6C1]“But yeah, it's like. Sometimes I get the impression I’m supposed to look after her, but she’s old enough to not need a babysitter. But I’ll probably end up going. Benefit of living in a gated community, right?”[/color]

She didn’t seem too impressed, but she didn’t find a reason to say otherwise. [color=00BFFF]“Maybe you can braid each other’s hair, and try on clothes, and talk about cute boys,”[/color] She couldn’t resist the tease, raising an eyebrow at Mara.

[color=FFB6C1]“Shut up. I’m not twelve years old.”[/color]

[color=00BFFF]“Everyone has to indulge themselves once in a while, I guess,”[/color] Victoire mused.

[color=FFB6C1]“Whatever you say, Vic.”[/color]
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