Welcome to My World

Megan Strider Valentine Fudge | 16 | Junior This might be your world, but you're a guest in mine. Little sister to Will Fudge. Big sister to Chloe Fudge. Contrary to popular belief, I don't have a Starbucks obsession. I just like it a lot.

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when the going gets tough | meghon

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His mouth quirking up into a smile, he couldn’t help but laugh at the connotation of being a bad boy. He wasn’t sure that bad boys brought flowers to their mothers grave or went bowling with their fathers every Friday night to scarf down pizza, but if that was going to be his label, he was going to have to deal with it for now and maybe appease Megan’s ideas of him. “Are you calling me a badass, Megan?” He said with a smirk, trying not to get too inflated over her words. “I mean, I’m not. Social rules are for fucks, and that’s really all I’ve got to say about it. Trust me, you’ve got your own definition too outside of school and you wouldn’t like it either. Girl that walks up Rodeo Drive, carrying her too big of a bag that can’t be classified as a purse, sunglasses always on, face made up, it’s grounds for one of the Real Housewives show, but instead of being loaded with plastic surgery, you’re just one of their daughters that has a side job modeling or something.” He said with a snort, looking to her, “But since we’re going to be friends, I guess I can brush that from my mind. Label you as Megan, only if you label me as John and not bad ass.” He said with a shrug, knowing that labels had never been his thing and he wasn’t going to start with them now.

“You are welcome, m’lady.” He said, easily playing off her joke. It was never his intention to get someone like Megan on his bad side. He knew the girl was headstrong and could make up her mind and the mind of a thousand men if she had to. The girl could lead battles and still be stronger when she was covered in blood, and he didn’t need it to be his own. “You think I let people drive my baby? In their dreams.” He said with a snort, glad that he had a common bond with her over something, even if it was a car. “Hardly anyone drives stick anymore Megan. If I just let someone touch her they’d fuck it up and then I’d have to dispose of their bodies.” He said with a grin, knowing that he was mostly kidding. Mostly. “Nine thousand eyes?” He questioned her, knowing that he wasn’t understanding what she was saying. His father wasn’t exactly strict, but John and he had a level of trust where he knew where he was by choice. He didn’t mind his father knowing where he was by texting him. It wasn’t a big deal and he didn’t have anything to hide from him, but now he was wondering if Megan had something to hide from her parents by being so condescending about them watching her.

“Freedom and driving are linked, you know.” He said easily. “I mean, what’s more freeing than getting your license? You drive wherever you want, whenever you want, no one’s going to question you. You could drive on the open road for hours without contact with anyone and it’s peaceful. Keep driving, don’t know where you’re ending up and you’re not sure if you like it or not, but the disconnection is probably one of the best feelings I’ve ever had. The worst is coming back… being connected. Facing reality.” He said easily, knowing this feeling all too well. “Alas, we’re stuck here. Lovely school where they rip all your dreams away. Pass the acid?”

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Raising her brows as she stood in front of him silent for a moment. Lips pressed together as she raised her brows to him, her deep brown eyes narrowed for a only a moment as she shrugged. "Take it as you will. I'm saying the school is calling you a bad ass. I, on the other hand --" Megan openly looked him up at down, offering her sweeter then normal smile. "Still need to see it to believe the rumors." Raising her brows to what he was saying, she all but blinked in complete shock, letting silence roll over her rather then butting in and speaking up, something she usually would have done int he instant, shaking her head slowly as she looked down at her notebook. Maybe he didn't care about what people thought of him, and maybe there was the tiniest sliver that envied him for doing so. But she cared. She had a name, and a brother to make proud, and a pathway to create for Chloe to go down so when Megan was up and done school she wouldn't have to worry too much about Chloe because no one would truly bother the sister of Will and Megan Fudge. Not that they did now, anyways. Raising another brow as she kept her head down, casting a side-glance at him if anything, she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess you can be John," She finally agreed. "I mean, I don't think I've ever met someone who would rather be preferred to be called John then Bad-ass, but you're the supposed bad-ass who wishes for that, so I don't mind giving into that." She said as she drummed her fingers, listening to the teacher speak as she continued to take more notes.

As he called her M'lady, she couldn't help but chime in with a laugh, shaking her head to his words as she fiddled with her pen. Raising her brows to him, she dropped her jaw as she smacked him lightly on the arm. "Hey!" She began, dropping her hand from the gesture as she beamed from ear to ear. "I can drive stick, thank you very much. My Mom and Dad were really adamant on me getting an automatic car, but I convinced them to make Chloe get one that was automatic so I could have a standard car. Sometimes it's funny to watch my brother struggle to drive it, poor kid couldn't do it to save his life." Looking up at him as he repeated her words, she shrugged. "My parents are FBI agents," She half mumbled, avoiding eye contact as she drew a circle in the corner of her page with her pen as he continued to work. "I just accept that somehow, wherever I go, I've got eyes on me, watching everything I do." She knew it could be worse. She knew she could have parents who just didn't give a right fucking damn about what the hell she was doing, or who she was doing it with. She knew there were parents out there who didn't give a damn if their kid was alive or dead, and she thanked her lucky stars that even with her overbearing-like parents, that at least they cared. Or so, she frequently reminded herself of that, anyways.

Listening to him intently, Megan found herself staring more than anything else, as she allowed herself to be drawn in by his words. All but snapping out of them as he asked her for something, she shook herself from her daze, reaching out for the acid and passing it his way. "I'm sure they don't rip all your dreams away," She commented, as she nudged him over with her hip, moving in front of the beaker to examine what he had done in the moment. "I mean," Megan began, as she took the drops of acid to begin putting into the beaker slowly. "If you found a way to make school fun, kids here wouldn't constantly feel like their lives are being sucked out every time they're here." She looked up at him from her bent height. "Can't you possibly find anything fun to do while you're in school to make the day more bearable? Or do you begin counting minutes until it ends when you walk in? Late, I presume." She added, a joking tone to her words.

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when the going gets tough | meghon

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“Well… too bad, can’t take it back now.” He said simply, “I mean, it’s not like I can even paint nails properly. Don’t have siblings that need that kind of thing. But I’m glad we’re on the same page once again. I feel like you and I have a lot in common, Megan.” He said simply, gathering his papers together before he lost an assignment for one of his other classes. “Well I’m obviously not. I was raised as a gentleman, not an ingrate but I guess seeing you’re allergic to change or something I’ll have to get used to it.” Shrugging at her words, he wasn’t sure if he was even trying to compliment her in the first place. Trying to make the air civil was harder than he thought and it wasn’t that girls usually fell at his feet but they gave him less of a hard time than certain guys would, but not Megan. “Well one, who labeled me as a bad boy?” He questioned easily, “Rumors spread so easily and it’s not like I wanted that label. Skip a couple classes and forge a couple of notes and all of the sudden you’re bad.” He said with a smirk, knowing the things that he’d did in the past preceded his reputation, and he wasn’t going to say now that what he’d done was wrong. He actually thought it was pretty fun at the time. 

Suppressing a laugh at her complete confidence in insulting him, he was wondering why they hadn’t gotten to know each other earlier. She was so similar to him in so many ways and he needed someone like that in his life. “Oh you’re welcome. Just what I was trying to do. Defend myself and turn it around to you and your beautiful way with words.” He said easily but still joking, making sure that the atmosphere around the both of them was light and easy.  John began to take notes simply, keeping every point the teacher expressed a high interest in was put under a bullet, and every after that followed by an arrow. His notes weren’t always the most concise or detailed, but he knew this is what the classic bullshitting was for. He wasn’t going to make everything perfect but he could sure make it sound like he knew more than everyone else by embellishing on his sentence, maybe throwing a few SAT prep words in there. Trying to hide his grin at their compromise, he was sure she was going to slip up more than often, but it was a start. “I really don’t think you’re a Laguna Princess, you know. Stereotypes faded out like ten years ago.” He said simply, knowing he had the habit to think of people in these ways. It was hard enough not being one of the kids that lived in the mansions on the hills, but rather the suburbs with a father that still missed a passed mother. Ever since he was a young boy his skin had hardened over and over again but there was never a moment where his father wasn’t trying, where Matt wasn’t there for him and he realsied by the time he was in middle school was that was all he needed. His dad and Matt were everything to him and he wasn’t going to let a lack of money change the appreciation he had for the two of them.  “Runs perfect actually. The engine just needed tuning up, which was a miracle. Can’t find a car that old anymore that runs well. Original everything. Da and I tried to replace as little as possible. Saved money and it’s a genuine piece of badassery so I’m pretty fucking proud.”

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Had Megan had enough time to process the situation, she would've stopped herself from her smirk of bemusement, the way it molded into a smile as her brows raised in simple shock at his words. Scoffing playfully at his words, she set down the flash in her hand, swirling the contents as instructed before recording the new colour it took on. "If it makes you feel better," She began, bending over the small counter-top to scribble down neatly some more of her own notes during their experiment. "Will only painted my nails once, and it was because I was nine, upset that my tonsils were removed, and he more or less put it elegantly that he was doing it so I would shut the fuck up." Looking over at John, she smirked. "I haven't needed someone to paint my nails since when it comes to a man. Well, not totally true," Megan muttered, standing up straight. "The Asian man at the place just does the most amazing job."

Popping a hand on her hip, she looked up at him. "Yeah," Megan muttered to herself, nodding in agreement. Maybe they would have more in common then she would give off in the first five minutes of civil conversation. Maybe they would be able to get along, to be partners for the semester and not want to rip one another's throat off. Maybe they could be okay to work with one another? She surely didn't have the answer to that question, but she did know time would tell how they would end up working out their differences to achieve what they wanted. Raising her brows, she shrugged. "The school, really." She answered. "I mean, you don't help that you drive a pretty sweet car, that in the hands of any ingrate --" she raised her brows, leaning forward with a devious smirk at the mention of the word he used to describe what he was not. "Would fall to pieces in five minutes flat. You skive off school because you're smart enough to make up the classes in your sleep and you walk in late and never get in trouble for it. That's bad ass. Which makes you, a bad boy. Ergo -- you're titled by the school that way. I don't make the social rules, I just follow them. Well," She paused, shrugging her shoulders. "Sometimes I make them. 

Megan had to stop her work, to look over at him in mild shock. Well, that's a first. She thought to herself, as she raised her brows at him. Shaking the remnants of any thought that might've lingered over the fact there was someone who indeed didn't classify her as a Laguna Princess, she plastered on the usual smirk. "Well, thank you kindly, gentleman." She said, saluting him joking with two fingers. Pushing her safety glasses atop her head, she shook her head. "Not where I live, they haven't. If you haven't got the biggest house, the newest car, people on my street judge you. That's why no one drives my car. I can't risk something happening to it and someone complaining to my parents. Not that they wouldn't already know, what with the nine thousand eyes they constantly have on me." She muttered in a deeper tone. Her parents happened to be two highly respected FBI agents in their own fields. Which meant that Megan and Chloe especially lived under constant scrutiny of what they were doing and who they were doing it with. Sure, she understood it was a safety matter, but she wondered what it would be like to walk in and out of the house without her Mum bothering to check her purse to make sure she had her pepper spray and taser in her glove compartment.

Casting another look out the window, she saw her own car gleaming in the bright sunlight. That was her pride and joy. She took time to clean it inside and out. She made sure no one ever drove it but her -- ensuring that should something happen, it would only be her to blame. It was bestowed with the simple MFUDGE license plate, as she smiled. "I get it," She muttered, as she sat on her stool, looking down at her rather expensive heeled shoes, as she looked up at John. From her angle, she could understand why so many girls in her year fawned over him. He was strikingly handsome. Freakishly, really. The way his smirk was so boyish and so misleading -- Megan shook her head, shocked at the path her own thoughts took. Was she thinking about his smirk? No. No, no, no, no, no. This was about a GPA. She would remain focused on her GPA. It was the only thing she cared about when it came to school. Clearing her throat softly, she looked down at her papers rather then up at him as she spoke. "I get that you care about your car. Mine is practically my soul-mate. Makes me feel free when I'm inside, driving down the road."

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Did you finish the assignment?

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Aw, no need to volunteer so quickly!

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Seriously?

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Did you finish the assignment?

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Nah. It’s never a bad thing, I just don’t do it because I’m lazy. Or don’t need a lot of words… I get hand cramps.

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Poor baby. I'm sure if you bat a lash at some unsuspecting girl, you could con her into writing it for you with your direction on how you want it.

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Did you finish the assignment?

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Did I say it was bad? No need to get so defensive.

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Sorry. Most partners say I'm going up and over the top with it.

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Did you finish the assignment?

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Nah, I expected you to be the one that’s got the extra sheet of paper because you exceeded the lines given.

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I didn't-- Yeah, I did. But that's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm a thorough student. Nothing wrong with that.

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Did you finish the assignment?

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Of course. Did you half expect me not too?

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Just because you’re jealous of the mirror doesn’t mean you have to mock it. Do you need help or are you good at that?

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Oh, but if I don't mock it how will I use my free time efficiently? Uh-- Not really. I haven't exactly started it. I've put it off enough this week, I just rather not have it drag through the weekend with me.

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Oh don’t worry, I don’t have a talking mirror that tells me how handsome I am.

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It's shocking how much I actually believe that. Can you and your mirror find a way to be quiet while I try to finish off the last of my calculus homework? Unless you needed this corner space to make out with your talking mirror. Does it talk dirty to you? I bet it doooooes.

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…Like what?

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Like-- Never mind. It wouldn't he too hard to explain without a mirror, and I fear the day I volunteer to look at your own reflection.

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Hi.

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Hi.

Stop smiling like that.

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Pssssst.

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Oh mon Dieu. What?

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when the going gets tough | meghon

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It wasn’t hard for John to be a nice guy. It was actually rather easy. The only thing that ever happened to bother him was privileged brats. He didn’t grow up in the environment where he could take anything for granted. He was somewhat inclined on a middle class pedestal, but he knew what the pain and shock of the lower class was because at one point both he and his father had experienced that and he knew that either of them would never fall back to the same burden that it caused initially. Shrugging at her words, he knew that the only way this was going to work would be that they were friendly with one another. “Look, I don’t want to be your best friend and paint your nails. I want to ace this class like I usually do. Lab buddies, buddies, whatever, we’re going to have to be civil and I talk a lot more than “pass that” and I don’t say please, so there’s some shit you’ll have to get used to.” He said quickly, trying to make sure that he was covering his ass on all fronts and wasn’t going to get in trouble with the teacher so easily.

It wasn’t hard for him to make underhanded comments at someone like Megan, even if he knew it wasn’t ethical to do so. He didn’t know the girl and he’d only heard the things about her brother, yet that was still nothing to base his opinions on. If he knew anything about the opposite gender, it was usually that they were completely different than any of their siblings. “Even if it did, you shouldn’t be ashamed of that.” She said snarkily, laughing as her hand hit down on the desk, “Plus, you don’t look like a Barbie, I’m pretty sure from all the shit I’ve heard that she’s not of human proportions so…” He said, trying to cover his ass as much with this girl as he possibly could. “Well then maybe ask my name next time before you ask me to hold your bag, yeah? I’ve been told on occasion that 5/6 times I can be a gentleman.” He said with a smirk, trying to hide his laughter.

He knew that he’d get someone on his side talking about the kid with the greasiest hair that he’d ever seen and he was sure if he hadn’t come to class today that Megan would be paired with him instead, them being the only two students in advanced bio-chem without being a senior, but he didn’t think she’d have anything to owe him. Shaking his head at her comment, he could believe that it fell from her mouth. “Actually, I’ve heard that one before. Dawlish and Dawshit, as you so beautifully put it are more common than just John. So, I mean if you want to call me something totally different, use John.” He said with a grin, liking the look of any sort of smile on her. “Megan. S’nice name.” He said genuinely, making sure she could distinguish that. “So, usually I don’t want to risk my balls to ride a motorcycle… or my brain or good looks. Only comes once in a lifetime. So…” He said, pointing to the black Impala out in the lot, “that’s mine. It was a fixer upper but now… looks pretty damn great.”

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The brow stayed poised as she eyed him down, brown hues unusually darker for her normal stare. She wasn't staring, Megan concluded. It was a deep glare, one she worked on for many a year, and John would be no different to any other imbecile in the school to be on the receiving end of it all. Teeth gnawing at the inside of her cheek, she worked on the assignment in front of her, noting every word he said. He wanted to be buddies. It's not that hard, her subconscious pipped before she could consider stopping it. All you have to do is not be such a heinous bitch, and he'll be more tolerable. Fat chance of that happening, Megan thought to herself, as she licked her lips slowly. Snorting as she rolled her eyes dramatically, she turned to him. "I pay people to paint my nails. If I ever want a child painting them for free, I'll be sure to then ring you for a favour. Otherwise, don't expect those words to come from me." She muttered, lowering herself to eye level once more, adding the next batch of ingredients. Megan had to learn the difference between the person she wanted to be viewed as, and the person everyone assumed she was. Like now. She didn't need to point out such a comment, but she did anyways. Pull it together, Fudge. She chanted silently, standing up as she turned her attention to him.

"I don't want you painting my nails. At all. I'd be happier if you never offered. But I agree with you. I don't want to ace this class, I need to ace this class. My GPA won't suffer for anyone, and if you and I stand on the same page there isn't a single reason why both of us can't achieve our goals. And by the way?" She added, a small smirk on her pout. "I've never said please. I just usually get what I want. But we can work on that if you're not used to that kind of lifestyle yet." Narrowing her eyes as he laughed, she shook her head slowly. "Are you trying to give me some horribly attempted compliment on how very proportional I am?" She asked far too fast, shaking her head and letting out a laugh as her lashes fluttered, looking down at the book in front of her, flipping the page. Pushing her safety glasses securely back up the bridge of her nose, she looked over at him once more, trying to keep on point with whatever he was doing beside her. "You? A gentleman?" She asked in dramatic shock and awe, widening her eyes. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she shook her head, holding her hand against her chest. "Say it isn't so. Resident bad boy Dawshit, a gentleman. Don't ruin the image. I was obtaining my own in my head, and now I've got to start from scratch with that horrific image in my head." She said in a joking tone, grinning from ear to ear. 

Stopping her movements, she propped a hand on her hip, jutting both lips out in a line as she nodded. "I do put things quite beautifully. Most of the time it's my Mom or Dad telling me these things, but it's nice to know someone in the school thinks the same." She said in a sweet tone, shrugging her shoulders as she began to write some notes on a lined sheet in front of them. Her neat cursive writing was legible as she moved her hand along the paper, writing down anything and everything the teacher would need from them by the end of class. Megan was adamant about extra marks whenever she could score them. They never hurt to have, anyways. "Fine," She muttered, pushing her safety classes atop her head the way she would usually wear her sunglasses when not on her face. "You can call me Megan instead of Laguna Princess, and I'll call you John on the off chance I forget to call you Dawshit." Catching the smile, she matched it again with another of her own, as she turned her attention to the parking lot, looking out to see the black car he spoke of. Half-- more then half, she assumed -- had cars that ranged through all the price ranges. There was her car, Chloe's beside it. A ton of other privileged students who had parents buy them high-priced cars at sixteen all lined in a row surrounding hers. And there was the old car that belonged to John. "I don't know," She muttered, peering out the window. "I'm sure most girls would expect you to ride a bike, regardless of your 'good looks,'" She said, finger quotations around the words as she snorted. Almost feeling like she was rubbing her car into his face -- which she usually did, because her car felt like the only true love she would ever had -- she turned away from the window. "Does it run nice? Original interior and all that then? Or did you replace it?" She asked, clearing her throat.

There was no mistaking some of the most expensive cars in the lot belonged to the Fudge children. No need to ruin her time in AP Chem by throwing it in the face of the guy she was only beginning to somewhat (almost very little, really) tolerate. After all, Megan has a GPA to worry about. That alone was number one to her, regardless of whatever friendship/buddies/partnership that would come from one class.

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I like real food, so I’ll pass.

[chloefudge]

It is real food. It’s natural, Will. It’s better than In-N-Out.

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when the going gets tough | meghon

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It wasn’t that he liked to cause trouble. Putting people under unnecessary amounts of stress wasn’t something that he particularly liked to do, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t easy in the slightest, especially with her. He knew her brother, of course. He and his best friend had idolized him since he’d started eleventh grade, always being a year above John gave him and Matt room to look and base their actions off him (loosely, of course), but still, it was easier to prod the rich kids than someone like himself. Touching Matt’s phone and sending any random girl in his address book had always been his favourite, but maybe sending the gibberish instead was going to be better for Megan’s sake. He didn’t think that he’d get her phone long enough to send any stupid texts to her friends (or her number to himself.)

Sniggering slightly at her comment, he was sure that it was true, but he still didn’t feel threatened. “Alright killer. Ease off, all I did was touch a couple of keys, no harm done, no embarrassing photos of unmentionables or long winded love notes to McG, yeah?” He said simply, feeling quite tempted in the moment to kick his feet up on the desk, but instead followed Megan and put the protective goggles on his face, wrinkling his nose as he got the foggy ones once again. “I’m just stating the truth,” he said simply, “sure, you’re a princess but I think underneath that hard exterior we could possibly be buddies. Buddies that actually do their work in class and let the other pass without animosity, seeing I’m sure we both know what we’re doing.” He said as he drummed his fingers along the side of the desk, shooting a bright smile in her direction, hoping to piss her off slightly.

Grabbing the slip back rather quickly from her fingers, he shot a glare in her direction, trying not to get too angry. “One, Poppy knows about my consistent migraines. It’s the fluorescent lighting. Two, I have been in AP classes all throughout high school and just because I don’t have a 5.0, like you claim is possible with a social life and time to actually sit on my ass and play video games, I think a 4.3 is valuable enough for a good college, plus extracurriculars that aren’t shopping for purses I can’t even set on the ground.” He said with a snicker, “and lastly, just because Poppy likes me best doesn’t mean you need to be jealous. I don’t ask for her passes, she gives them voluntarily. I don’t think I’d be in AP Bio-Chem if I didn’t know what I was doing or wasn’t motivated. It’s just that… looking at Simpson, the grease in his hair? It’s odorous.” He mumbled, making sure their teacher didn’t overhear them.

“Everyone knows your brother. Legend.” He said simply, focusing on the directions of their experiment, getting the correct beakers and ingredients. “Not going to hold that against you. Just think maybe, if we’re going to turn this into a partner thing, I should probably know your first name, seeing last name isn’t ‘in your books’,” He said easily, “So I’m John.”

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The incessant buzzing of her phone meant that no matter how much she wanted to ignore all the messages coming from her frighteningly overbearing older brother, she knew it would only make the situation worse if she tried to take it her own route. Instead, she finally looked down to see all of the messages, all of them sending a reminding buzz that she did in fact have messages. Teeth sinking down into her bottom lip, she flashed the darkest of glares she could muster in the moment at the idiot next to her, sending a quick 'forgot to lock my phone, sorry' message to her brother. She would blame her back pocket. It had gotten the worst of her more then once, and it was a justifiable enough excuse to explain the sudden attack of messages her brother got. Not that she had any current excuse to explain the deep burning need to punch Dawlish right in his fucking stupid smiling face.

She snorted at the comment, shaking her head as stray curls fell from their lose bindings in her ponytail. Pushing the hair behind her ears, she didn't acknowledge his words, instead giving a sort of ho-hum look to her. But she was listening. He didn't need to know that, though. Casting a look at him, her brows knitted into a tight line, the frown apparent on her expression as she eyed him with darkened hues. "You want us--" She said, raising a hand to accentuate the gesture of mentioning them both, "To be buddies?" She blinked for a moment, her brows raising definitively in the moment. "And you think calling me princess will get you that title? I don't think so." She muttered, turning back to the task at hand, as she exhaled slowly. She was determined to keep her cool. Determined to not burn him with the burner so close to touch, determined not to screech until that grin fell off his face. Instead, she gritted her jaw, the muscle tensing as she squared her shoulders back, standing up straight.

If she could only focus on the task at hand, she could make it through this class. And then she could demand that she absolutely deserved another partner. Watching him grab the slip back almost as fast from her hand, she cocked a brow, tilting her head to the side, the dark glare matched the justifications he laid out for her. "My extra-curricular activities don't include shopping for purses, prick!" She hissed, leaning forward as she slapped a hand down onto the desk, glaring at him. "I'm far more evolved then just some stupid Laguna Barbie who tans all weekend and shops. But somethings don't deserve to be set on the dirty school grounds. My bag is one of those examples. Had you been in my shoes, you would think the same thing." It was easily the most ridiculous thing to be offended about, but she jumped to her own defense the moment the words had been uttered. Her grandmother gave her the bag, if anything, it was her ultimate job to make sure there wasn't so much as a scratch on the black leather bounding of the bag she used regularly for school.

As he jutted to Simpson, she shuddered. The sight of his whole appearance made her want to throw up half the time. But it was the rare half she used to acknowledge the boy never bathed a day in his life. As he mentioned her brother, she immediately froze. Megan's only intent for being the socialite sibling in the Fudge family was to ensure she was not "Will's sister." Sure, had Chloe worked as hard as she had to make sure the imprint of her name was left on the others in her vicinity, she wouldn't be referred to as the 'last Fudge sibling'.  Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she looked over at him. John. His name was John. "And I was so excited to begin calling you Dawshit." She said in a joking tone, smirking from ear to ear. Turning to her work, she looked at him out of the corner of her eye, letting a moment of silence slide by before she responded in kind. "My name is Megan Fudge." She finally answered. "So," She began, getting down at eye level to measure a chemical carefully. "Which one is yours?" She asked softly, keeping herself in check as she gestured to the parking lot full of students cars. "Or do you fight the norm and ride a motorcycle?"

[brotherfudge]

Haha, very funny. I just want to make sure you guys know I’m only a phone call away. I don’t know how long Mom and Dad will be gone this time for work.

[chloefudge]

Oh, if you do come home any time soon, there’s a new place that’s green and tofu and tea!

[valentinefudge]

Oh my gosh, yes! It's so good there, Will, you have to go!