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“Jared Leto”, Peggy laughs, shaking her head. “Well, there are a bunch of others, like, Christian Bale, Joseph Gordon-Levitt… Yeah, I just mentioned guys… What can I do…”

“Pretension”, she rolls her eyes, just by the thought of always seeing people like that around herself. “I don’t see a point on claiming something you’re not. It’s stupid, people should be themselves more… Even if being themselves could suck sometimes”.

“Negative thoughts”, Peggy laughs, remembering of someone she knew. “You know, when you have something really good going on and someone knows about it and keeps throwing these ‘but you probably won’t be able to do that’ or ‘something will go wrong’ kind of ideas. Really, negative people annoys the hell out of me. I just prefer indifference over negative thoughts, prefer to see the person not give a damn about something that’s going on my life instead of having them saying something bad about it”.

She hears a known voice, but didn’t feel like opening her eyes. Too tired, she had just stopped by that bench around the campus and decided to rest a bit. However, as soon as her own brain processed who’s voice that was, “No, I am not!”, Peggy says, opening her eyes and getting up a way too fast—only not feeling dizzy because she was too used to it. “Not dying anytime soon, Liam, calm down. Still got your back for a long, long time”, she tries out a smile, the most sincere one she had and used only for ‘special occasions’ or people.

Peggy was lying on the ground, not really sure why she had done that but it felt good, especially after training—by herself—on such a new place, in which she didn’t have exactly where and how to train, making her body feel the pain of not being exercising as much as she was used to. With the male approaching her, she opens her eyes and stares at him, quickly trying to get on her feat… And failing miserably. “Well… Yeah… I guess I could use a hand”, she mutters, almost insatisfied with herself, rolling her eyes.

“Well, I could be”, the girl opens her eyes, raising her head from the desk and looking at who was talking to her. “Oh…”, Peggy felt a bit embarrassed, she had that gift of still being totally awkward with random people, who she was supposed to ‘socialize’. “No… I’m not dead, I am fine, really”, she says, putting her books together and rising from her seat quickly.

She hears someone talking to her and turns her head to stare at whoever it was. Peggy raises her eyebrows—still kind awkward with that whole “you need a normal life” situation in which she didn’t ask for. Still, that guy seemed… Inofensive. Well… Looked, that didn’t mean she would go for it. “Hm… Actually, yes”, she decides to play nice, looking down at the boxes her dad had just sent her. “I need to take this to my room so…”, she sighs, her hands resting on her own waist.