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"SO EFFECTIVELY, YOU'RE SKIPPING OUT ON ME FOR KAMINSKI EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE A GPA OF WAIT... THREE POINT NINE NINE NINE NIIIIIINE PERCENT?" Steve hummed tauntingly as he paraded the hallway. Nancy was notably unimpressed, her lips forming a firm line as she regarded him. She jabbed him lightly in the ribs with her elbow, earning a snicker from Margo in reaction.
"Kaminski's tests are notoriously difficult, okay?" Nancy retorted, lips perking up into a slight smile. Steve rolled his eyes playfully, slipping an arm around his girlfriend's waist to pull her close. He glanced to his best friend, raising his bushy brows to prompt some moral support.
Margo shrugged in response, hands raised in the air as she shook her head nonchalantly. "I can't argue with that" she stated simply. "Kaminski is a tough cookie. I can't justify encouraging Nancy to bail just so you can get your dick wet".
Her comment earnt a snigger, with Nancy glancing at her in disapproval. Margo waggled her eyebrows playfully, a wry smirk playing upon her lips as she shot a wink in her direction. The brunette's expression betrayed her solemn start, unable to prevent amusement from making its way up onto her face.
"Besides, if you're actually free tonight, we can get some practice in with the guys before next Friday".
Steve was Margo's best friend in the entire world and although sandbox love never dies, she didn't have quite so much affection for his lack of motivation. Not just for band, but for anything. He'd been a drifter since they met in 2nd grade, coasting along in neutral and seeming content with the fact. His parents did little to help either. Margo had an incredible amount of respect for Mr & Mrs Harrington; they treated her like their own. It would have been a privilege if it wasn't for the fact that they often paid her more attention than their own offspring. They provided every possible advantage for their son: funding, materialistic comforts, lavish holidays. The missing factor though? Actual parenting.
As the trio turned into the cafeteria, they were met with the usual absurdity of the High School jungle. The jocks tossing a football back and forth in preparation for the hunt. The artsy kids, cowering away in the corner for fear of becoming their next meal. The cheerleaders sat sharpening their claws to perfection for battle. The endmost had been Margo's harsh reality for the onset of her schooling. Her Mother had pushed her into trying out for the squad, convinced it would be the perfect extra-curricular addition to her college applications. She hadn't been quite so keen. Amidst the smoky façade of colourful uniforms and preppy chants, laid an eerily different universe. In comparison to most of the girls, she'd felt like an entirely different species.
"Did you manage to talk your bozo boyfriend out of coming to my party, Mars?" Steve questioned; a brow cocked as he took a seat at a nearby table.
Margo shot a sarcastic smile back in his direction, plopping down into the seat opposite him. She reached into her paper bag, unwrapping her sandwich carefully. "Unfortunately for you, Billy is dead set on attending".
