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Olivia: See, we’re not fighting… Butternuts?

look, it was one time. there’s no need to call her out like this. she had accidentally left her copy of wuthering heights at school and english was her first period. she had no time to finish reading the assigned pages during homeroom. she sat in her chair, heart racing, and silently prayed her turn would never come. as expected, however, she was eventually called on to contribute. when she heard her name, her face turned white and a lump grew in her throat. she made a feeble attempt to bullshit a response, piggybacking off of statements her peers had already made, before claiming she didn’t feel well and asking to be excused to the nurse’s office. running away was always her go-to method in a crisis.

Mellie: It appears that way.

Cyrus: Don’t ever lie to my face again.

Olivia: Sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. Like, we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless.

Mellie: What, like it’s hard?

Olivia: Telling you what’s not my job.

Fitz: I didn’t plan for follow-up questions.