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chapter nineteen ━ parades and pageants ( season two, episode six )
❝You could give me a million dollars, and I still wouldn't join a pageant.❞
"𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 than it usually does?" Eddie asked his friends.
The group of karate students were sitting in Falafel Phil's after school when the boy noticed the difference in the food.
Well, what he thought was the food.
"It's not the hummus," Milton replied before gesturing to his left. "It's coming from him."
Veronica looked over at Jerry who dug under his shirt. "It's my cologne," he said, pulling out a spray bottle. "It's called 'impurity'." He was about to spray the scent when Veronica rested her hand on his arm.
"Please don't. You really don't need to share it with the rest of us."
She furrowed her brows when she heard a high-pitched giggle and looked around, her gaze landing on a redheaded girl at the cash register. "Check it out," Jack said and Kim immediately rolled her eyes at the girl. "Swathmore Academy students. Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect teeth—"
"Perfectly disgusting," Kim added. Veronica looked at her and patted her on the shoulder. "I'm calm, don't worry."
Milton shrugged. "They must have finally realized Phil makes the best falafel in town."
"Put it in a doggie bag, you," the girl said and Veronica grimaced; that was awkward timing. "It's for our dogs. Can you imagine? He thought we were going to eat this."
She and her friend both laughed. Even their laugh sounded rich and annoying. "What's next?" her friend asked. "Should we go bathe in the mall fountain?"
They both laughed again making Veronica lean over to Kim. "I see why they annoy you so much."
"Oh—uh—not—not from 3:30 to 4:00," Jerry said in response to the boy's question causing the two girls to look over at him. "That's Jerry time."
The Swathmore girl walked over to their table. "Hello, Jerry," she greeted in an airy tone. "I wish I could stay, but my poor pug is starving. Wuv."
Veronica furrowed her brows. "What was that?" she asked the table.
"'My poor pug is starving,'" Kim mocked. "'Wuv.' Who talks like that?"
Eddie sighed, leaning back in the booth. "Unfortunately, no one I know."
"They think they're so much better than us just because they go to a private school," Kim said, crossing her arms with a small huff.
Jack shrugged. "Well, we are eating their dog food."
