HIGHSCHOOL 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[itistolaugh]

[ As soon as the final bell of the day starts to ring, Harley is out the classroom door and making a beeline for Jonny's locker. She's missed him every day this week, between practices and social maintenance (it takes a lot of giggling and hair-tossing to stay relevant!), and Jonboy doesn't linger.

Honestly, she's not even sure if he uses his locker, but she puts it at 50/50 odds between there and the library. ]

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[restingstitchface]

[He's already there, taking out his books, then his notepads. He's working quickly, and is fastening his satchel as Harley's making her beeline. His entire being is screaming to get out of this school. He's not going to be at home for long, either. Not from this weekend.

He knows she's coming, and turns his back as if to make off.]

I'm busy.

[itistolaugh]

[ She rolls her eyes and falls into step with him. There's nothing she needs to get from her locker. Homework is for late bloomers. ]

You're always busy, but you never do anything. So let's do something!

[restingstitchface]

[He rolls his eyes and walks back out of step. There's nothing he wants less than a distraction at this point.]

I'm not interested. [Don't expect him to say sorry.] Like I said, busy.

[itistolaugh]

But I'm bored and you're like, literally the only guy who doesn't stop mid-sentence to spit out a glob of tobacco juice.

Besides, I have something for you. Maybe.

[restingstitchface]

[He rolls his eyes and turns to face her, voice dripping with agitation.]

What?

[itistolaugh]

Well if you're gonna have an attitude about it, then nevermind!

[ Which lasts about five seconds before she gives in. ]

Gotham U is going to be at a college fair in Atlanta next week. You coming?

[restingstitchface]

Already booked my ticket.

[Which begs the question: what's he going to tell his great-grandmother? Well, he'll be one Crane flying solo.]

I'd prefer Gotham to this dump.

[itistolaugh]

Cool, so we're going together!

[restingstitchface]

Not on the same coach, I hope.

[No we're not. You can get there by yourself. BYE.]

[itistolaugh]

Of course it's gonna be the same. There's only one that even comes near this shitty, Footloose town.

[restingstitchface]

[Uuuuugh. Hands down the side of his face.]

Fine. I'll have plenty to keep me occupied.

Have you been to Gotham before?

[itistolaugh]

Yeah, I bussed down there some weekends. Have you been anywhere before?

[ She adjusts the straps on her backpack and bumps him with her hip. ]

We should do something fun! The college fair is only gonna be a few hours. I read about this huge ferris wheel they have downtown? We can see the whole city!

[restingstitchface]

[He bristles, first at the jibe, then at the uninvited contact. He hasn't been anywhere before and she knows it. Hell, everyone at school knows it.]

Really?

[Listen to how fascinated he is.]

Sounds interesting. I hope you enjoy it. Believe it or not, I have actually made plans.

[Which involve the university library. Then the public library. BOOKS.]

[itistolaugh]

Library's gotta close sometime, and the bus back doesn't leave until late. Come onnnnnn! Would hanging out with me really be so bad? Nobody we know is even gonna be there, so your sad loner rep will stay intact.

[restingstitchface]

[She's not going to leave him alone, is she?]

Fine.

[He isn't looking at her anymore, stubborn as he is.]

And I suppose it hurts you in the long run, hanging out with a "sad loner".

[itistolaugh]

[ She rolls her eyes so hard her head tilts back. ]

God, whatever. You're the only one with a brain and I'm sure not sticking around here a second longer than I have to. 'Sides, they can't afford to lose any more cheerleaders so they can't kick me off the team even if they wanted to.

[restingstitchface]

I guess not.

Why do you even stay on the team, anyway? It's full of morons.

[itistolaugh]

This dump doesn't have a gymnastics team. Gotta stay active somehow.

Not all of us can be top of the class. I'm going for an athletics scholarship. Full ride, baby.

[restingstitchface]

Well, there's plenty of individuals simpleminded enough to fall for charms over substance. Good luck with it.

[itistolaugh]

It's not charm, it's skill.

[ She jabs him sharply in the shoulder. Watch it, nerdface. ]

But I am charming, and good on you for finally noticing.

[restingstitchface]

Yes, well, anybody could've noticed, honestly speaking.

[Grumble. Grumble. It's because she's vibrant and loud, rather than being charming enough that even he's looking in an affectionate manner.

Not that it has to sound as such.]

[itistolaugh]

Oooh, you sweet talker.

See you at the bus depot! I'll bring snacks!