"It's you and me, there's nothing like this
Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince
We're so sad, we paint the town blue
Voted most likely to run away with you"
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In which Harley Gilmore prefers to...
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"Wow, did you bring coffee?" Madeline awed at Harley and Rory as they entered the classroom. "And doughnuts in the shape of clowns." Rory smiled over at the raven-haired girl while Harley greeted Connor with a small peck on the lips.
"Hey, they've got hats." Madeline cooed, causing Harley to let out a small chuckle. "Well, a clown just isn't a clown without a hat." The blonde snickered before sliding into the desk Connor sat on top of.
"Here is your decaf with soy milk. So I read your doctrine and I think our imaginary kingdom is off to a pretty good start." Rory started, causing Connor to give the girl a bored look.
"Yeah?" Paris puzzled.
"Yeah. I mean the taxes are a little high and the landowner's power should be regulated a little more." The brunette shrugged. "It was a different time back then."
"Yeah but the fundamental human needs were the same," Harley mumbled as she wrapped the oversized cardigan she was wearing closer to her small frame. "We're supposed to set it up within -"
Paris was cut off by an annoyed Louise. "Ding, ding, ding. No debating until I've had coffee." The girl scolded. "And a clown," Madeline added before Tristan entered the classroom. "Ladies. Gent."
"Tristan." Harley hummed as she lazily glanced at the boy before returning her attention to Connor, who was childishly playing with his clown.
"Paris, can I talk to you for a sec?" The tan boy questioned, shooting Connor a look out the corner of his eye sinisterly. "Oh, sure okay." The stiff girl nodded before following the boy out of the room.
"And that is about what pray tell?"
"I don't know. The project maybe?" Madeline tried. "They could've talked project here. It's something else. Something private." The platinum blonde inferred. "Scandal." Madeline smiled over at her best friend. "Maybe. Though, it is Paris."
"Scandal lite." Connor quipped in a taunting tone. "All the taste, but much fewer calories." Harley concurred in the same light tone as the boy but less tauntingly.
"What do you know?" Louise turned her attention to Connor. "Me? I don't know anything." He shrugged sheepishly, then turned his attention towards Harley.
"What do you know?"
"Less than you."
"That's impossible because I know nothing."
"Well, then, I know less than nothing. I'm a sea anemone incapable of having thoughts." Harley argued back.
"We could spy," Madeline spoke, unaware of the mocking the boy was doing. "Or we could wait for her to come back in to see if she wants us to know."
