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 Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:34 pm
"Me and Trace?"
Evie looked up from her notes with a look of curiosity, wondering what exactly Sue could have meant by that. After all, she was doing a duet for the district thespian festival, but it was with Mason, and not Trace, and they were pretty distinctly different. She and Trace had no classes together otherwise, considering that he was an upperclassman, and until only recently, he'd been too busy (or too bitter, rather) to talk to her in the first place. So where would a question like that come up?
"...I'm doing a duet at Districts with Mason Everheart, not Trace. Why do you ask?" The thought of an actual relationship with Trace was so far removed from her line of thinking that the actual connotation was lost to her, and idly, she began playing with one of her low-hung pigtails in anxiousness. "We're doing something from Les Mis," she added, hoping that in pulling him into a conversation she would learn who had told the boy that she and Trace were doing a duet.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:53 pm
Sue gave a low whistle then, as though hearing something especially scandalous and juicy. "Christ, really? You stuck a potato in his pipe on that one, didn't ya?" Scritch scritch went the pencil as Sue continued his work on the follow-up questions to their assignment, seeming generally unperturbed. "But yeah, there's a rumor all over that you two had some sorta lover's spat. And when I say all over - well." He shrugged. "It got around to me, didn't it?"
A point, if ever anyone had had one.
"It's just trash talk, anyway," Sue concluded, and then drew on the one relationship he did have knowledge on - since Evie had just given it to him, of course. "Mason probably wouldn't even care if it was true, I figure. He's way too into prancing around on stage, bet he probably doesn't even know who he's doing it with." Sue frowned. That dude was WAAAAAY too into it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:42 pm
"I what?"
Now Evie was really confused. Whatever the metaphor with potatoes had been, it went right over the girl's head, and she frowned as she listened to the boy prattle on, her lab assignment all but forgotten. A lover's spat? Is that what people thought was going on? Somehow, the fact that other people were talking about her (and not in a positive way) was even more hurtful than anything Sue could have done.
At least, assuming it was true.
However, Evie never stopped to think that his words may have been exaggerated, and her expression became clearly more distressed the longer she listened to Sue speak. "Mason specifically asked for me to be his Eponine: of course he knows who he's prancing around on stage with." Her tone sounded far more defensive than she intended for it to be, but she made no attempt to recover. She had to know what was going on, and now.
"Who told you stuff like that?" Evie asked, her eyes quickly darting around the room in anxiousness. Why would anyone want to say such things? She hadn't done anything wrong! "Trace and I never had a lover's spat, and we're not even lovers, so that's a moot point, and--why would someone say something like that?"
Clearly, Evie forgot who she was dealing with.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 10:04 pm
"People are jerks," Sue summed up with a shrug. "I don't pretend to understand 'em." And wasn't that the truth....
While Evie was fretting over her disaster of a social life (if it were really so,) Sue flipped his paper over to the final page. The answer to the last question was scribbled down in haste, and Sue made a pleased declaration of triumph in his throat. Final point for assignment completion? All his, baby.
"Welp, I'm finished. Don't worry, I'm sure people don't really care as much as you're sure they do," he informed the diva cheerfully, rising from his seat. Assignment finished, and well before the end of class - he'd have some extra time to spend with the gang today, it looked like! He gathered his things up quickly. "Good luck finishing up here, anyways."
He didn't start smirking until his back was fully turned. And certainly, most certainly, he didn't give Evelyn the name of any of his sources. Let the egocentric b***h stew for a while; it'd do her some good to have to question whether she was really the center of the universe or not.
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