Straight and Fast

I just thought I’d let you know. It’s decaf, by the way.

Oh, goody. I was looking forward to a good night's sleep.

No, uhm… I think that’s actually my coffee. Sorry.

[nods] I know. [takes a drink]

"I meant, like… the royal we. That’s how it’s used right?” Patrick really didn’t know what that actually meant, he just heard it in a bunch of movies so he assumed he was using it right. “It’s true though. I haven’t seen it, I just haven’t looked. What’s it look like?” 

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Margo states, making sure to look at Patrick as if he'd just sprouted antlers on the top of his head. "But well, it was gold. More of a clutch than a wallet, actually. Slightly sparkly." she retorts, nearly choking on the last word. Before the senior could tease her about the clutch, she added, "Don't you dare judge me, Clarke. It was my sister's. We both know I'm not a sparkly kind of girl."

Come on, just look at Tainted Secrets. Ruby Grant was the only one brave enough to call everyone out for being arseholes.

Patrick was now dressed, sighing as he waited for Margo to show up. He had practice in a few hours, but that wasn’t that big of a deal. He’d make it, especially if they were able to find the wallet. He’d asked the cleaning people and they said they hadn’t seen anything that they remember, so hopefully he and Margo would find it.

Margo laughed at the question--a real laugh. She would have smirked, but her attitude still hasn't kicked in due to the early hour. Her badassery was still buffering, so to speak.

Today was a damn good day.

Funny, I didn't really think "damn good days" existed in this town.

That sounds exhausting. How does people even do it?

Well if you need help on how to fake it, just walk down the hall and ask some random people. This school is full of fakes, anyway.

Well, I’ll just.. I’ll be over here.

This concerns me how?

I guess I just weren’t cut out for the cool life. I bet you don’t even try. You’re just cool by default.

Don't I know it.

Patrick rolled his eyes at her. It wasn’t cocky if it was true, was it? And it most definitely was true. “Exactly.”

"Again with the overconfidence. You really need to get that fixed, hotshot." she teased.

You chose to spend the time on me. You could have easily ignored me. I was thinking aloud; I never complained to you directly. 

And we're back to square one. Know what? This isn't worth it. I'm out.

Maybe when I was like five? Nobody calls me cute any more. I don’t know, maybe I’m just not cute any more?

God only knows.

It’s nice, I tell you. Have you seen the latest adaptation movie of Noah? It was awesome, I swear. 

Yeah? Guess I'll check it out, then.

Doesn’t mean I’m not tired.

Fair point.