Really cool really bad boy x really nerdy really good girl

Dennis and the social experiment (wip)

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Dennis had just walked out of the nearest Teen clothing store; he carried a bag full of swag and wore a fedora that made him feel euphoric. He tipped his fedora at all of the m'ladies and gentleskrubs, blissfully unaware of how much of an idiot he was. He greeted the world with a smile as friendly as that of a mascot of a young children's cartoon and a disposition as sunny as, well, the sun. While he almost skipped down the steps of the mall's front entrance, he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be a cool kid. He ruffled his hair and lifted the collar on his denim jacket. His eyelids drooped. His smile faded. His shoulders hunched. He began humming a song from a popular emo band. He took out a lollipop and held it in his mouth with the stick poking out like a cigarette. Needless to say, he looked like an idiot. He scoffed at the world, and his disposition was as sunny as the moon. By this, I mean it wasn't hard to tell he was totally faking being angsty.

"Hi, sweetie, did you have fun at the mall with your friends?" his mother greeted cheerfully.

"Uh, yeah, mom," he replied as he stepped inside his mother's minivan. His dark expression faded as he was safe behind the tinted windows of the backseat. He opened his bag of treasure and examined its contents; it contained fifteen or so various assorted bracelets, dozens of body products, a pair of sunglasses, and a black hoodie. All in all, counting his new fedora, which was his head's adornment, he had spent about fifty dollars. As he thought about all of the great kissing pranks he could do, he knew it was fifty dollars well spent. Yes, fifty dollars well-spent indeed.

----------------------------------------------"Here," she breathed, as if shocked her voice had volume. The driver of the automobile waited expectantly. "Here is good," she said, raising her voice. Her friend looked at her quizzically.

"You sure you wanna go to the library?" she asked. She didn't know why she asked; she already knew the answer. Cassandra Rose Gemini stared blankly out the window.

"Mmm noice meme you got there I gotta say that's one pleasant meme yes indeedy one great goody ole meme you have in your possession I say old chap, I say, is that a meme? Yeeees indeedy, it suuuure is, old sport!" she whispered, reciting her intelligently crafted unique interpretation of a meme.

"Uhh?" her friend prompted.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she replied monotonously. Her friend sighed.

The radio stopped playing, and the car engine quieted with a slow hum. The keys jangled as Sarah Rachel Finnway yanked them out. Cassandra gave her a concerned look.

"What?" Sarah asked defensively.

"Honestly, Sarah, if you keep yanking it out like that, you'll ruin the metal. It's not excalibur," Cassandra moaned.

"It's not?" Sarah asked jokingly.

"Of course not!" was Cassandra's reply.

"Well, maybe I'm just practicing for the real one," Sarah mused. "Don't you think I'd make a good king Arthur?"

"God forbid," another voice whispered.

"Pe-per!" Sarah scolded. Pepper slumped back in her seat.

"Woah, man, I'm sorry, didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Pepper replied sarcastically. Cassandra's body turned rigid as she slowly processed Pepper's tone of voice. Her eyebrows hung low in disgust. Sarcasm was her job. She shot Pepper a look that said not to be sarcastic and to resume her usual spontaneous demeanor. Unfortunately, Pepper didn't speak body language. She did speak Klingon, but she hadn't spoken a word of it since sixth-grade summer camp, so no one really knew or cared if she spoke anything other than English. To her, Cassandra's odd stare was just confusing. Pepper responded with a shrug.

This offended Cassandra, as Pepper's shrug was in a Pig Latin version of English, and Cassandra felt Pepper was directly disrespecting her.

"Anyways, are you really sure you wanna spend the rest of the day cooped up in a boring library? Dani's hosting a party tonight, and we're all invited," Sarah suggested.

"Dani throws a party, like, every week. It's not exactly a rare occurence," Cass answered back.

"Yeah, well, you've never been, and...well..just think about it," Sarah sighed. She opened the door and exited the car. Cassandra slammed the door, and Pepper kind of just slid out of the car, barely pushing the door. Cassandra slammed that one shut, too.

"Chill," Pepper whispered, unamused by Cassandra's enthusiasm. In all honesty, Cass would've loved to go to Dani's party, but she felt that was too "preppy."

"Hissss," the librarian greeted them. Cassandra assumed she meant to shush them, but she was never really sure.

"Hisssssssss," Pepper replied. Cassandra laughed. Pepper was so random.

"Tacossssss," Cass whispered back. Pepper shook her head. Sarah faked a smile. They flew past the forest of shelves until they found the pretentious teen novel section. Ah, yes, dystopian fantasies always reflected how normal and boring everyone else was. Cass was truly special. Close to the teen section was the Wattpad section, where Cass read unique stories about bad boys and good girls and being adopted by boy bands. Pepper just sat at a table and started using her phone.

Sarah sort of strayed away, but she was able to find the literature she desired, and sat by Pepper. Cassandra just hoped she could look smarter by reading what her Algebra teacher had called "Fifty Signs of Math."

Cassandra eventually joined her two friends once she checked her books out.       She was especially prideful of her manga, which Pepper liked to call "Chinese comics." Honestly, Pepper was such a jerk, but Cassandra hung around her because Cassandra was a masochist.

Okay, not really, but Pepper was pretty weird, and she was spineless enough to accompany Cassandra, as she wasn't cool with the "normies."  As she got comfortable, her worst enemy approached her, followed by her entourage.

"Hello, Cassandra," she called.