[/For someone that she considered her friend-- her best even, or the closest she'd ever gotten to having one-- to think so low of her was so far beyond an insult. To her, all she could draw from with was that they Qri has completely misjudged her. To misjudge so significantly, that was basically a crime. Perhaps that's all the other thought of her: a malicious, backstabbing and ill-mannered rumour-creator. Maybe that's all that anyone thought of her. This is a problem that all of a sudden becomes bigger than Qri, almost being too much to take on at once that she feels numb. Her face softens, though the smile doesn't return. Her face and posture remain unchanged, the only movement being her left hand, which taps on the space bar every now and then to scroll through her twitter feed.;] Oh good, you can still hear something that's not your own voice. No, I don't care. [/The lies kept flowing, almost becoming second nature at this point. That was the saddest part really, how the smallest of comments had completely changed her into a different being in the matter of seconds. Of course she cared, that was a given. Under most circumstances, with a clear head, she would have helped Qri, probably even taking it upon herself to confront the creator to make sure it wouldn't happen again, in the most threatening voice she could muster (which granted, wouldn't be very threatening at all). The other's quick change in tone from angry to soft catches Hyojoo off guard, and for a second, she thinks an apology is on it's way. How naive. She obviously didn't know Qri as well as she'd thought, either. She- no- both of the girls, in fact, were too obsessed with keeping up appearances, getting on the good side of strangers, so much so that it was unlikely they ever considered the impact it was having on the relationships they already had under their noses. After leaning forward and pressing the button on the screen to turn it off, she swivelled her whole chair around to face her, an intent to fully focus on- whatever this was that was happening right now.;] So the history teacher doesn't know yet? [/She tilts her head mockingly, spitefully- and what's that? The smallest yet harshest grin of amusement she'd ever produced.;] Maybe I'll tell him too. Heard he was a pervert anyway. He'll probably give you higher grades. Imagine that, huh? I was always able to see you as a bit sleazy, anyway. [/Jesus, Hyojoo. She doesn't fully realise the sharpness and severity of her words until they're already too far gone, unable to bee pulled back. Playing up to the disinterested bitch character she'd developed for herself as some sort of coping mechanism, probably, She continued to try to keep her face unchanged as much as possible, staring directly at the girl in question. She feels her eyes welling with salty liquid, her respiration and speaking getting more irregular and erratic, so much so that she's practically shouting the last word with the only breath she has left.;] Oh, again with the me, me, me. It's always abut Qri. When's the last time you asked me how I was? When's my birthday? What's my favourite colour, even? Because last time I checked, we only painted this room lilac because you fucking like lilac.
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