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Heather Chandler had cruelly thrown a latté over you, due to one of your sarcastic comments, leaving your hair and outfit absolutely drenched. The Heathers had walked away laughing, leaving you alone, until a boy you recognised as JD came up to you.
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"Well, if it's any consolation at all, you still look pretty hot."
You glared at him, shooting daggers. "Huh. Well, seeing as though I'm still soaked in coffee... no, JD. It's not."
