✶ — › SCARLETTE:
with a despondent expression scarlette was tight-lipped as she tried to hold back the small laughs that were threatening to emerge. ❝ i take it back. you’re the idiot. ❞ she teased thumbing strands of her hair against her to ear to calm herself with the sound. shoulders slumped, she carefully picked the carrots out of her salad, not making eye contact with him, worried that her amusement would expose itself through her eyes.
❝ my name should be sufficient enough for you. a nickname isn’t important, it just tells people that i let others dictate my identity. no one creates their own nicknames, at least that i know of. it’s something bestowed on you by someone else, unnecessarily. i’m content as i am—although i am still slightly perturbed that my cruel parents named me something so, ❞ she trailed off, scrunching her nose while searching for the right word to describe her annoyance, ❝ … apt. ❞ a readhead named scarlette. groundbreaking. pointing her finger at the boy, she lightly jabbed it into his shoulder. ❝ i’m a delight, thank you very much. ❞ she smiled, purposefully being egregious. ❝ jacob ? i always pegged you as an edward since you too seem to be a slightly disheveled sad boy. ❞ she ignored the comments about her intelligence, inwardly smiling at the compliment. ❝ are you a fan ? ❞ she asked in regard to the novel, lighting up in hopes of getting to explain her essay’s thesis.
★・・ “this is called bullying, and i will not stand for it.” he stuck his tongue out at her, despite her gaze being fixed on her salad. “you’ll be hearing from my lawyers very shortly.” for some kids at soap, that threat was very much real. for oliver, it was simply another attempt to get scarlette to give him at least a little smile.
the table vibrated as he tapped his fingers on the surface to an imaginary beat. “your regular name is also not a decision you made for yourself, it was thrust upon you by your parents. nicknames are small gestures of friendship. by rejecting my nickname, you are rejecting my friendship. i don’t think i could handle that much heartbreak!” oliver never penned himself as dramatic, but scarlette seemed to bring out that part of him. she liked logic, so it was his turn to argue his point of view.
“wait-wait-wait, i take it back, that is the worst thing you’ve said to me today. jacob’s hot as hell and you compare me to whitey mcpale face sulky edward.” nevermind the fact that oliver himself was pretty pale and sulked probably just as much. his tongue clicked at her question, face scrunching up once more as he prepared to answer.“it’s a very... weird book. i had to read it for class and that’s about it. probably would never touch it again.”
