"It's basically just a nice way to say that she can control minds-"
"You're telling me this now! She hates me!"
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*Genevieve*
I turn my head at the sound of my name, my eyebrow raising when I see Lucas walking towards me, a toothy grin across his face.
"Lucas... right?" I watch as he nods his head, his mood brightening when he realizes that I know who he is. "How did the history test go?"
"The history test?" His brow furrows as he tries to think back to whatever test I was talking about. "I don't think that I-"
"The one that you needed your notes for," I explain. A look of realization comes across his face as he nods his head, his face flushing red.
"Right! Yes! I did ask for those notes back! Um- it went- it was good. Well, as good as Bernstine's tests can go... how about you? Did my notes help at all?"
I nod my head, "yeah, you definitely paid more attention than I did to his boring lectures."
He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down to the floor.
"Lucas! Lucas where did you- oh there you are!" Lauren exclaims, clinging onto his arm and showing him a blinding smile. As soon as her attention turned to me, her smile faded, a sneer appearing on her face as she looked me over. "And you're talking with Genevieve... how lovely."
"Lauren Mallory, how are you? You look... pretty," I saw looking over her outfit with an Alice-level eye.
It was a frilly thing, bright enough that she stood out in the crowd of high schoolers, but not bright enough that she stood out in a bad way. She wore some ridiculously high heels that added a few inches to her short stature, making her stand an inch or so below my height. But the way that she was clinging onto Lucas made me think that she hadn't been comfortable walking in them quite yet. She was wearing some pretty big pieces of statement jewelry too, a few of them so big and shiny- like her necklace and bracelet- that they were obviously fake, but others- like her small, dainty earrings- seemed real enough.
"Thanks!" The sneer disappeared from her face as she looked over her outfit, flicking away some invisible dust from her shoulder. "Yeah, after Lucas asked me to prom I decided to get all dolled up! My mom even offered me some of her jewelry... but I passed on it and bought the necklace and bracelet myself from a high-end jeweler that's based in Seattle. Aren't they pretty? Oh, and my dress was custom made, cost me a fortune, but it was all worth it! Where did you get your outfit?"
