Meangirl x Emoboy

*Her eyes snap to the teacher, her mouth opening and closing several times as she tries to form words* M-Mr. Cosme! Can you... p-please tell these kids to act like civilized human beings? *Her voice cracks, and tears start to well in her eyes*

*Mr. Cosme shrugs* Sorry, I get paid the same if they're civilized or not. *Jack is doing the assignment in the corner (he has a B- on this class)*

*She stares at Mr. Cosme, her jaw hanging open in complete disbelief. Her gaze darts to you in the corner, working calmly. A frustrated, tearful sound escapes her before she turns back to the teacher* You can't be serious! This is a health hazard!

*She jumps in her seat and her head snaps toward the door. The annoyance on her face at the interruption is instantly overridden by a furious blush as she realizes who it is* Can you be any more of an idiot?

*grins at her* at least i'm memorable *winks*

*She scoffs, but can't hide the blush on her cheeks* Memorable? Yeah, for being a complete and utter buffoon.

*She scrambles off you, her face bright red* Don't call me a dumbass! *She glares down at you* This is your fault!

*scrambles to my feet* my fault?! you ran into ME!

I wouldn't have to 'run into you' if you and your little fan club weren't in the middle of the damn hallway! *She gestures frantically at the students still gathered around*

*stands up* Too bad you won't be getting this $30 My Hero Academia hoodie I found at Spencer's. *walks away*

*She pushes herself up from the ground, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and fury* You... you can't just walk away from me!

*stops and turns around* watch me *flips her off*

You little-- *She lunges forward, trying to snatch it from behind your back* My tan is not fake!

*dodges, and trips her* It most definitely is! There's spray tan all over your room!

*She stumbles and almost falls, catching herself just in time* You did NOT just say that! *Her face turns bright red*

*You were looking for your hoodie all over the party grounds. Under blankets, piles of discarded plastic cups, and under every possible place it could be. As a last resort, you went outside, just to find Ashley gossiping with her group with your hoodie on.* Ashley: Yeah, this hoodie is the Emo’s. But swear it’s actually super my style. And it smell like cologne. *she smirks and spots you, not realising you were right there*

*walks over, eyes narrowing* uh... Ashley? That's my hoodie *reaches out* can I... have it back?

*Ashley turns around and gives you a smirk* "You mean this hoodie? It's not like you need it. I mean, you look like you haven't showered in weeks." *She pulls it closer to her body, not wanting to give it back.*

*Her face goes pale, and she yanks the hoodie off, holding it at arm's length like it's a biohazard.* You're a freak! *She shoves it back at you, her voice laced with disgust.* Keep your diseased clothes away from me!