"well, look at us." she hoped everyone understood she'd run for homecoming court as a joke, but as soon as they'd put that pageant-queen sash on her she realized, oh, this was nice. finally, tangible proof she was one of the hottest girls in school. "we look like kennedys. squeaky clean." she had come back to school a little meaner, a little more apathetic, and she hadn't decided whether or not she was still mad at link. maybe a little. but now that she had some distance, wasn't it all kind of iconic in a cruel intentions sort of way? she could hardly remember why she'd been so mad at him in the first place - although, that could be her famously selective memory. or the drugs she'd done earlier.