- A/N -
andi helps again! i dont have a lot of 12th grade words in me, but they do! and sue uses a lot of them, so i thought id ask for help again :p
warnings: voices (? i dont know how to explain this better...), panic attacks, self hating thoughts
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Sue is a tenacious, easy going, intelligent teenager. They've been called "advanced" more than they've been called their full, legal name. They've been put into more spelling bees than they could remember, been the class valedictorian and been high honor's top student for as long as they can remember. They were never content with not knowing as much as they could at any given time.
Basically, if there was an academic prize to be won, they had won it in some capacity or another. If there was some high achievement to procure, they had gotten it and then some. If they had wanted to skip a grade, maybe two? They could.
So. Why in the world. Was Sue. In class. Without a pencil?
The bell had just finished ringing in their overstuffed head and they're about halfway through their bag. There's nary a writing utensil to be seen.
"Abuela," Sue huffs. She must have taken their pencil case and forgotten to return it again. Typical...
Tch. Well. They lift up and turn to their left.
There sits Paige Woods. He was currently busy talking up a storm with Orville Squeeze. Jr. The Jr part was important. He would scold you if you said his full name without it.
This sight wasn't uncommon. These two would spend a whole entire period talking about seemingly nothing and everything at the same time. It was actually rather intriguing, but this was not the time to dwell on other people's conversations.
Now it was time for a pencil.
Now, Paige and Sue weren't friends. Not by a long shot. But they were acquaintances.
The world worked in a myriad of ways for Sue Cruz. One of those was The Familiarity Scale. It started with Stranger and ended with People I Would Do Something Bad For. Acquaintance was right above Stranger. Stage one, if you will.
Now, from those parameters, Sue was allowed to ask certain questions. Act a certain way. Say certain things. And there was only one thing on Sue's mind at the moment.
"Paige," they say, not caring very much that they interrupted what must've been the umpeenth time these two were talking about Sonic the Hedgehog, "I am going to borrow a pencil."
Paige blinks.
Orville blinks.
Sue stares.
"U-um..." Paige mumbles. "Sure? Y-you can have one?"
Sue chuckles lightly. "Thank you, but I wasn't asking." They very much intended to take the pencil whether he was compliant or not, seeing as he had multiple. Sue knew he'd actually gotten the majority of them as gifts from Orville.
It was hard not to notice when most of them were plastered in Pokemon and Minecraft patterns, something Sue knew Paige loved. Of course, there was always the possibility Paige had gotten them himself, but Sue knew better.
Paige was the type of person to buy a box of 20 plain pencils, because that was "just the right amount" of them. He wouldn't buy one that had 50, because that was way too many, obviously. Because you don't lose pencils everyday of your life. 20 is absolutely enough for an entire school year.
What an interesting specimen of a person, Paige Woods.
Regardless, the main point of the matter was that, whether by his hand or Orville's, Paige had pencils to spare.
