Hermes narrows her eyes as she listens to the words coming from Jennifer’s mouth, letting out a small yawn as the female continues to drone on and on. “You’ve got a lot of room to talk,”she says as her eyes narrow, “People do like me- and last time I checked you couldn’t even get a boyfriend,” she says her tone oozing with fake sympathy. “How is Xavier?” she asks with a smile, “Oh right- you wouldn’t know you couldn’t even get the school slut to date you.” With that Hermes lets out a laugh as she continues to listen to the girl.“Well Jennifer, if we want to talk about who’s fat- I couldn’t help but notice you’ve gained more than a few pounds,” she says with a small smile. Normally she tries her best to avoid getting caught up in petty girl drama, but Jennifer Radcliffe makes her blood boil. “Oh honey- we both know that’s a lie,” she says with a laugh, “Even if I do have a bit of forehead grease, it’s better than your resting bitch face.” Hermes rolls her eyes, “Running away?” she calls after Jen, “Such a typical move, not that I mind”she says with a laugh. “Go back to the puppy mill Jen, maybe one of your dogs actually likes you,” she snarls, “After all they need a bitch to mate,” she finishes as she folds her arms across her chest.

Jen wouldn’t have turned around. Really, there was little Hermes could say that would damage her at this point. However the girl somehow knew exactly what to say to make Jen snap like a bowstring that was wound way too tight. Whipping around, electricity immediately popped in the air as her anger flared up, energy vibrating around her. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she hissed. “Don’t even talk about him, don’t say his name, don’t mention him. You don’t have the god damn right, you hog-faced slut.” Each of her words caused the air around her to crack with energy, and the electromagnetic field around her quivered, causing a chair nearby to vibrate dangerously.

Hermes scoffs as she listens to the words coming out of Jennifer’s mouth, her face reddening as it goes on. “Shut up”she hisses, “I’m not the one who acts better than everyone”she retorts, “Last time I checked you’re the bitch who has a hard time sharing,” she hisses. “I am a very kind person, where as you think you’re better than everyone else in the world. News flash, you aren’t.”

Jen laughed at Hermes’ last statement, looking past the girl as if there wasn’t much to see before her. “I don’t think I’m better than everyone, but I sure as hell am better than you. Which means that every second of my time I spend here is wasted for me, and a privilege for you. So let me give you one small token of advice before you prance off to your garage-sale dollhouse that not even a 4 year old girl would want to touch anymore because of how tacky it is; you think that just because you’ve turned yourself around from who you used to be when your head grew fifteen sizes larger that now you’re suddenly ‘kind’ and decent? People don’t change like that, Carson, and you haven’t either. You have just found some kind of deluded reality in which you think you are secure and everyone likes you because you’re the famous blogger-turned-university-student who shoots rainbows out her ass and makes moles think they aren’t the most hideous creatures on earth. But you’re just as fat-headed as you used to be, psychologically and physically, and someone needs to take a pin to it before it bursts.” She paused for a moment, eyes flickering to Hermes’ face. “And a bonus piece of advice, for everyone’s sake, please avoid the sun, we wouldn’t want the campus to catch on fire on the account of your facial grease.” And with that, she turned and brushed past the girl.

Hermes rolls her eyes as she folds her arms across her chest, at this point she’s not sure why she is still listening to Jen. She’s learned that Jen is never going to change, and she just needs to accept it and move on. “You know Jen, I don’t think I have ever seen you carry your own bags,”she retorts as she raises an eyebrow, “Feel free to correct me,”she adds as her eyes narrow. “I’m not making anyone, I simply asked. And I was prepared to either pay them, or take them for coffee.”

It was hard to imagine the two of them in opposition of each other. The way they spoke, held themselves, crossed their arms... the two were like mirrors of each other, completely the same in many ways. The only reason they opposed each other was because neither wanted the other to have reign. It was like two electrons, similar but repellent. “Only because I have far too many,” she fired back, not budging an inch. “I only carry the important ones,” her face remained set. “Oh, I guess that makes you the Mother Teresa of WDA, doesn’t it? I suppose everyone should be kissing the floor you walk on, you heavenly angel.”

“Pretty sure we’re in a public place, I can do as I please. Thank you.”

“Doing as you please doesn’t include being near me.”

“Jennifer Radcliffe, as pleasant as always I see”she replies, her voice oozing with sarcasm as she narrows her eyes. “Dare I foolishly think that you are capable of being polite?”she asks as she raises an eyebrow, “Apparently you are incapable of lifting a finger.”

“Hermes Carson, bimbo as always,”  she shot back, not having the patience to put up with someone potentially just as sharp-tongued as Jen herself. “Dare I foolishly think that you are capable of doing your own damn work rather than taking the shortcut and making someone else do it for you?”

“——— i don’t wanna die?” for some reason his explanation didn’t feel like it was enough. even though he knew that he shouldn’t be explaining himself when she was being unnecessarily rude out of nowhere. “i- i didn’t mean to say that in a literal way. i just… really like sweets so i can’t restrain myself.” he frowned, “not that you care or anything…”

“That’s a shame,” she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest, pressing her lips together as she looked at the candy. “I really like seeing red and blue flashing lights around, cops always spice up the scene a little.”

“Oh, I’m sorry…” Darcy muttered, putting her phone down, “Did mean to bother you.”

“Well you did, so I grant you permission to leave me alone now.”

“Hey- don’t underestimate the underdog.” He examined the fight for a few more moments before turning towards her. “Well let’s hope they do. That’d be a fight. But if we’re being honest- I think you’d kick both of their asses. Why haven’t I seen you before?”

“In this case, I will agree with you,” Jen said, hating to concede, but facing no alternative, since it was obvious which way the fight was going. “Don’t flatter me,” Jen replied, turning toward the boy. “I already know I can kick both of their asses, so your reassurance isn’t necessary.” She gave him a small shrug. “Don’t know. I believe I already introduced myself, but I didn’t catch your name.”