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[color=92278F][b][u]Location:[/u][/b][/color]  Luis' Tacoporium
[color=92278F][b][u]Interaction:[/u][/b][/color] Malu [@metanoia]

[color=red]“But maybe you might?”[/color]

[color=silver]That got a good snicker out of Mia, head tilting back as if dear Malu had just suggested that she paint her nose red and join a circus.[/color]

[color=92278F]“As if! No, thanks. I’m leaving the scholarly work to you nerds, since you’re [i]so[/i] good at it.”[/color] [color=silver]Mia squished Malu as she laughed. The notion that she could ever put in the work to challenge Malu Vass of all people was endlessly amusing to her. 

The girl had worked out a while ago that the academic life didn’t agree with her. She had never been able to sit down, focus and  study what had to be studied, not ever. If her mother hadn’t locked her in her bedroom and forced her to do her homework throughout most of freshman year, she most likely would have been held back (and even then, she still managed to sneak out through the window when nobody was paying enough attention). Thank the heavens her brother managed to somehow be even worse than her, there was no time to worry about Mia barely passing math when Vincent was getting detention every other day and not even bothering to show up to class.
So while good, smart girls like Malu devoured books and cared about their futures, Mia was getting into shady nightclubs with her professionally-done fake ID or attending house parties she had no business being invited to.[/color]

[color=92278F]“You don’t have to worry about competition from me, I’d much rather just be your hype-girl.”[/color] [color=silver]Mia smiled, her ridiculously expensive lip gloss adding a light pink color to her lips[/color] [color=92278F]“And I’ll worry about peer-pressuring you into going out to party with me~” [/color]

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[color=A73B4A][u][b]Location:[/b][/u][/color] Bleachers
[color=A73B4A][u][b]Interactions:[/b][/u][/color] Charlotte [@Akayaofthemoon], Marco+Maria [@LostDestiny], Daniel Murphy [@Moro]

[color=A73B4A]“Yeah, yeah, you’re so full of shit.” [/color]
[color=silver]Lydia ignored the mood shifting upon her arrival- nothing she wasn’t used to in this damn school- focusing instead on returning Charlotte’s hug. She didn’t really like being affectionate in front of people she wasn’t close with, she’s only a hugger in private, but she’ll make an exception for Thorne, placing a hand on her best friend’s waist as Charlie kept her arm around her shoulder.[/color]    

[color=pink]”Do you all know each other or are introductions in order?”[/color]

[color=A73B4A]“We’re all familiar.”[/color] [color=silver]Lydia said, glancing at the rest of the group, greeting them with a nod and a smile that wasn’t as sincere as before. Lydia didn’t mind them, mostly. The Costellos were pretty okay, as long as her ex wasn’t around. And Daniel was… one of the better ones, especially where Vincent’s buddies were concerned.  She wouldn’t call them friends by any means, but she hardly called anyone her friend [/color]
“Vince’s friends.” She explained, looking back at Charlotte.

[color=A73B4A]“Can’t believe I’m not the first to give you a warm welcome. That’s embarrassing. I’ll have to try harder.”[/color] [color=silver]She tilted her head, eyeing the group[/color] [color=A73B4A]“So, how’s the elementary school reunion, then?”[/color]