[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/JkPtF9c.png[/img][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjEwNi4zMmNkMzIuS2xZcVNTcERLa3NxV1NvLC4w/novox-varsity.regular.webp[/img][/center] [right][b]Interactions:[/b] Group, Daniel [@Drag], Lexi[@Fernstone] [code]Cornell High[/code][/right] [hr] Vicky was startled when the normal meek and modest Daniel jumped at her to grab the bat. Eyes that weren’t his own gouged away any sense of power Vicky felt that she wielded over the boy due to her being higher up on the social ladder, or perhaps that judging stare had just been sharp enough to cut through the wool and allow Vicky to truly see how many rungs she had fallen down. What she had said was only meant to be a bit of fun at the expense of Daniel’s devotion. She was a Christian too, even if it was really only in name because it was more acceptable to say that she believed in God when really what she meant was that she believed in herself. She didn’t pull back or look away, seemingly matching the glare blow for blow as if she refused to be made to look like a chump, but behind her color contacts there was fear. She wasn’t worried about getting hurt—he wouldn’t, he couldn’t, but if he did, she could take him (although, seeing as how she thought she could also take on someone as big as Tyler, Vicky might have the tendency to overestimate her own strength). She was worried that he might inspire other nerds to stand up and push back against her harmless, funny, witty, lighthearted teasing, seriously, seriously, it was just a joke, man! Whatthefuck! Her lip twitched. Was she about to apologize? For what? She had done nothing wrong. This wasn’t her—[colour=SkyBlue]”I’m sorry.”[/colour] Vicky finally blinked and let out the breath she was holding in. Hallelujah! [color=32cd32]“[i]Riiight[/i],”[/color] said Vicky as Daniel finished up his explanation about Valor. She picked her pep back up, acting like she hadn’t been phased at all, and cheerfully resumed the magical show and tell session. Anyone paying attention (and everyone should be paying attention to her because she had the bat and those were the rules) would notice that she moved the bat away from Daniel a bit too eagerly. If Tuyen hadn’t leaned forward in that moment to whisper to Tommy there would’ve been a thwack. Vicky didn’t seem to notice or care, much like a certain somebody didn’t notice or care about the very important detail of what kind of fucking dairy alternative a dear friend, a *best* friend, preferred. Soy? Soy!? Soy was bean juice! [color=32cd32]“Demonic possession,”[/color] quipped Vicky, looking a bit possessed herself as the “playful smile” didn’t quite reach her eyes as it cracked into a sneer, the head of the bat bouncing loudly against the table with a thud-thud-thuddadadada as Vicky’s shoulders slumped and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Lexi was here. Lexi immediately started being an obnoxious, annoying attentionwhore. And she was smoking, too!? Beside Vicky, Tuyen and Tommy would be able to hear a scream being held back, dying after quite the fight inside of the [i]proven leader’s[/i] throat, but only a small weird noise escaped from her mouth, something between a cough and a snort, as Lexi pointed out Tyler’s love for balls. Vicky couldn’t tell what she hated more: how Lexi felt like she could just say whatever she wanted or how Vicky found some of it pretty funny. [color=b13a3a]”Ah, wait, you need to lose your virginity first. Shame.”[/color] [color=32cd32]“You don’t count getting diddled by a ghost? Wow, just like Mary,”[/color] muttered Vicky beneath another cough and a smirk that faded quickly when she realized Lexi had turned her way. No no, wait, Vicky was off limits. It wasn’t funny when it was turned on her. What about Tommy? Tommy was right there. Do Tommy. Vicky squirmed. [color=b13a3a]”Wow, didn’t think you had the balls to show your face after you killed your boyfriend, Posie.”[/color] Alarms wailed inside of [s]Posie’s [/s] Vicky’s head as she felt flames, flames, flames on the side of her face. Her eyes widened and her pupils reflected the burning embers on the cherry of Lexi’s cigarette, the light growing smaller and smaller as her pupils narrowed and narrowed until the fiery spark vanished and her expression blanked. She would not engage. She wouldn’t, she wouldn’t! Vicky fought off the urge to look towards Tyler, fearful he would just play along with ugly rumors just to get back at her. She fought off the urge to kick Tuyen’s chair to silence her, even though addressing the drama was just as good as admitting to it. Because she did, she did, she kind of did, technically, in a way, Posie kind of killed him, even though it wasn’t her fault. Why had he come back? Why would he even date someone like her in the first place? Lexi started talking shit to Tuyen, and for a second she felt her grip tighten on the bat before it loosened again and she was unable to raise it. Then, [color=b13a3a]”So, Posie, who’re you gonna point your murder bat at next?”[/color] Posie looked beyond Lexi with dead eyes. Then she lowered her eyes and looked down at the bat resting on the table. It might have not been held high and swung carelessly over the heads of her peers, but she still held on to it, and it was pointing at Lexi. She lowered them again, and it would be sometime before Posie looked back up. [right][sub][sub][code]why is everyone being so mean to me[/code] [sup][code]im a nice person[/code][/sup][/sub][/sub][/right] She coughed.