“Uh,” Logan said, unsure of what this girl - Mary Kate, he believed she said somewhere in her never ending ramble - even meant. His head spun at the rapid fire dialogue, and it seemed like the girl barely noticed if he answered. He suspected she didn’t care, most people just wanted an audience anyway. “You’re right,” he agreed, not wanting her to explain it. He doubt she even could without losing him in some random tangent. She was cute, though. He could see why Avery befriended her, kind of her opposite, but able to talk pop culture. One of the many things Logan and Avery varied on was that Logan tended to live under a rock. Things happened, but he wouldn’t learn about them till weeks to years later depending on the scenario. Life moved to fast, and he didn’t have time to worry about someone else’s life as he failed miserably at his own. Logan pondered it for a moment: the good person thing was naturally to agree, but even that perspective felt wrong. Avery wasn’t happy. At least, he didn’t think so. He couldn’t imagine how she could be. Cheating probably wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, but he could imagine it didn’t feel great. But Logan had never been in a relationship, he just knew the brutal sting of rejection from crushes to peers alike, and that was bad enough. He couldn’t imagine getting a girlfriend and them cheating on him, what that type of rejection could feel like. “Is she though? Happy? What does she even see in him? He’s just a jerk!” Logan vented, throwing the good person persona out the window.
“I think those guys have it a bit more easier. Look at Cisco Ramon, smartest person in the room, constantly rejected. And nerds also have to have abs,” he reminded her. Because nowadays the guys were nerdy and got superpowers that gave them a magical six pack. If he got struck by lightning all he’d get was a magical trip to the ER if he lived to talk about it - which with his luck, he would. And be expected to have all his course work turned in on time. He looked at her, and sighed, “It’s just - is it hard? Balancing this stuff and school? I feel like everyone else can go to call, do the work, and party until sunup everyday, and I’m barely able to go from one class to the next.” Looking at her, he nodded. “Yeah, you’d be good at pitching ideas,” he said. Or swindling them into getting more than they bargained with the fast talk. He imagined she’d be a dream employee. “I’m sure you’ll be great at it, though! Do you do the design classes as well? To make ads or packaging?” Without hesitation he said, “Hell.” Don’t get him wrong, he liked the program. He loved building, and he’d always dreamed of being an architectural engineer for as long as he could remember, but the professors? The students? He couldn’t stand them. “I like the classes, I just wish the students and the professors weren’t there. At all.” If he had to be assigned on another group project with arrogant dolts who barely understood Pre-Algebra let alone Calc III, he was going to lose it.
:・゚✧ HONESTLY, IT DIDN’T MATTER IF HE LISTENED OR IF HE DIDN’T, MARY KATE would go on and on about it either way. The girl didn’t know when to be quiet most of the time until it became so obvious that she had no choice but to notice. Really, she had ‘vocal diarrhea,’ if he said it, well, it wouldn’t be the first time she heard it from someone. She didn’t care, honestly, it never bothered her. Sooner, she’d cut them out for caring too much that she filled the silence. It wasn’t so much she wanted to be heard, she just couldn’t help speaking every thought she had before she forgot them. Even if they were unimportant. And often her mouth and brain were quicker than any filter or censor she could possibly put on. Perhaps it was best her boyfriend wasn’t always around. When he agreed, though, she grinned -- she should have realized he had no idea what she was talking about, but she didn’t. She was glad to hear he agreed, though. Who wouldn’t be? “Thank you.” It at least set the thoughts to rest for a moment that spewed from her mouth, giving them both a breath as she smiled, a smile that brightened her face. Stereotypical, she was almost stereotypical when it came to sorority girls. But still, she was better. Maybe he’d see it. But at least Avery did.
When it went back to Derek, though, there was a sort of stink eye that took over her look, it wasn’t unattractive, but it did contort her face and turn up her nose as she tried to bite her tongue like she would with Avery, because she respected her friend. But she did think she was making bad decisions. Even if she could see why Avery made them. “I think...” Mary Kate started, serious for a second, “I think she thinks she is, he fits the future she’s wanted. And what she views herself as. You know she loves Hilary Clinton and she stood by Bill, it seems that’s what she wants to do even if she doesn’t have to,” she pursed her lips. “I never liked him, but don’t tell her that. Or Antoine. Because he’s not much better.” And those were the only boyfriends of Avery she’d ever known. Though she did like ‘Twoine more... He just needed to grow up at least a little to be with Avery. Didn’t he?
“-- Barry’s abs are hot..” Mary Kate conceded, “but Cisco’s... Cute. There’s just more of a quirky quality to him, is it so wrong not to be attracted to that part? Or m I falling into a stereotype of only liking hot nerds with six packs?” Really, she was just falling under Darwinism, it was wrong, but it was also chemical and physical. How would one change that? Now she felt kind of... Bad, though, and frowned for a moment. “Maybe I am superficial, but why?” Thankful for the topic change, she shrugged. “It’ not easy, you have to prioritize and focus on making each happen. It’s like sociability math, right? You have to utilize every minute. Know the rules, know when to push, when to pull, when to actually do your homework or make a class, it’s a lot more work than we make it look like, and imagine if a lot of us actually put the same amount of effort actually into our schoolwork.” See? Mary Kate was smart, she just didn’t always show it. “I’ve wanted to, but I don’t know much about that Photoshop thing and haven’t made the time to learn when I have other things to prioritize, maybe I should take that class, too.” Didn’t seem like her type of class, though. Hmm. “Right...” It took her a moment, but she understood. “Maybe you need to look at things differently. Not so analytical. You’re too in your head, just like Avery,” the girl hummed as they arrived at one of the campus coffee shops. “Ready to go in?”