Dude, don’t you think that was kind of harsh?”
Felix turned to the voice, noting the disapproving expression of a cap-wearing teen whom had also been present during the conflict.
Oh right, the boyfriend. Nino Lahiffe. He had forgotten about him. Shouldn’t he have left after the irate girlfriend rather than leave it to the best friend whom the girlfriend had just been lectured on behalf of and may still be upset with?
Apparently not. Which meant Felix was about to receive a round of ‘White-Knighting’ from the protective boyfriend. Hurrah.
“If that is supposed to be ‘harsh’, then I would recommend she rethink her intended career in journalism.”
Everything he had said was only basic knowledge. Not only of journalism, but in anything involving truth, discussion, debate, and the simple sharing of knowledge. If one is to claim something, they need some manner of facts and evidence to back them. To not have anything when she makes a report and then simply demand proof of anything contrary would get her laughed out of the field. Not to mention how many lawsuits she could face for libel and slander. Journalism is a cutthroat field, and those who are part of it are vicious contenders.
Honestly, Felix’s comments had been downright polite in comparison.
“Nothing I said was untrue.” He continued. After all, if she couldn’t back her own claims, she had no business calling herself a reporter.
“Well, no.” The other boy admitted. “But you don’t have all the facts.”
“Neither does your girlfriend from the looks of it. As the reporter, that should be her job.”
“You don’t know Marinette.”
Felix had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. “I suppose you’re going to tell me.” Even though he quite frankly didn’t care. And unless whatever the boy was about to say was the hidden evidence his girlfriend should have first presented in the first place, it still didn’t make him wrong.
“Look, Marinette’s sweet, but she likes Adrien.” Lahiffe explained, appearing for all intents and purposes as if he were attempting to be delicate. Ignoring, of course, that Felix neither needed nor cared about such concern. “And she can get jealous easy. It’s understandable that she’d be critical of Lila since she’s a potential rival.”
“Yes,” Felix deadpanned. “Because jealousy is a teenage girl’s default setting and the only reason something may be bothering her enough for her to speak up about a concern.”
He watched in minor amusement as the other boy seemed to choke at that. “That’s not what I said!”
“You might as well have, since that’s precisely what you chalked up this entire matter to.” Felix retorted. “She’s jealous, so nothing she says warrants consideration. She is jealous, so there can’t possibly be any other reason she is trying to share this information. Such as say, concern for her friends being manipulated. Or perhaps frustration over being alienated from those friends when her seat was taken without her permission.”
