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jessica jung didn't know what she was doing being surrounded by idiots. here she was, sitting down on a stump and judging each and every single person that was around her, they were either busy doing their own little thing and caught up with their own little fantasy land or just disregarding the ice princess, in general. jessica knew some of these people weren't found of her presence but she didn't care and not a single's rat ass was given, she didn't know why she didn't leave earlier ago anyways-- when she could have.
oh, wait.. there's that pretty boy holding her back and she recalled that he was pretty cute. rarely was she attracted to a boy and one thing for sure, she wouldn't admit it herself. her social interactions were already lacking, she wasn't such an expressive person but deep down, jessica knew that she wanted to step in and talk to him. but he was known as the "casanova" and that wouldn't go out well, then again what's there to expected? she wasn't a natural at flirting and so, after much contemplation and decided to stand up and try to talk to him.
"hi, what's your face's name?" her face was blank, as well as the tone of her voice. inside her head, she was praising herself trying to seem antisocial and not interested, when it was actually the opposite.
"there's something on your face, i think it's a fly--" she blatantly pointed out (but in reality, there wasn't a fly on his face anyways).