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Tristan looked at her the way she often looked at him-like she was a complete and utter blubbering idiot. She scowled-she was not stupid, he was! “Goth isn’t a statement, though. It’s a style.” He said, his rude tone matching his expression. She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, like you’d be the expert on goth.” She said dumbly, eyeing his outfit again. While she wouldn’t call it preppy, just because something was black and leather did not make it goth. “We really aren’t that different, you know.” He noted. She looked repulsed at this, “You’ve insulted me a lot, Strawberry, but that has got to be the most offensive thing you’ve said to me so far.” She spoke in a sarcastic way, almost as if she were joking. He avoided eye contact again-he probably hadn’t meant to start talking about it.
“You do not brush your hair.” He called her out on her lie. She glowered at the floor, I do sometimes. She thought, but did not say this. Instead, she said, “Well, you don’t brush your teeth.” She didn’t know if he did or not-he probably did. This was a bit of an immature jab-though perhaps it would call him out or make him insecure about his breath. “These jeans were a strategic choice!” She looked at him oddly, he was speaking very loudly. “Strategy? To get girls? I haven’t seen any girls drooling all over you yet.” She pointed out. “I didn’t want to be glowing as I walked down the hallway.” She rolled her eyes, “Well, you definitely weren’t glowing.”
She stood almost absolutely still, like an ice sculpture. Suddenly, there was a lot of tension between her and Tristan, and she didn’t know what to do about it. She felt a bit guilty as he paid for everything, even leaving a tip. “Oh. We’re not together.” She didn’t look at him, although her face showed a visible reaction, her eyes widened. She was surprised he denied they were together, and also pleased. “It would do you well to remember that not everyone wants to be with you. Some of us do have standards, after all.” She exhaled as he insulted the cashier-touche. Well…time to finish her off. She shifted her weight and simply smirked at the girl, who was growing pale. She decided not to say anything-smart choice-handing the two their bags. “Can we leave now, Silver? My head is starting to hurt from the reek of desperation.” The purple-haired girl seemed to cower under his gaze. Snatching the bags from the girl, Porcelain nodded. “Please. It reeks in here.” She agreed. The way he said this, she felt like they were on the same team somewhat. She felt a bit better.
orp >> @skyler2 i knoww sorry cashier~~
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