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Sometimes (only sometimes!) I hate stereotypes.

~~highschool!verse~~

Something going on?

Oh no. No. Everything perfect!

Don't lie Brooke.

You know what's annoying? Being called a slut by the bitchiest stoner girl who can't even spell her own name.

Who?

I don't even know her name. Does it matter? What makes being that stereotype so much better then mine?

I don't think anyone said it was better.

She seems to think so.

Don't let her get to you. You're the one people want, maybe she's jealous.

Maybe. Doesn't stop me from wanting to punch her in the ovaries.

Why don't we do something, take your mind off it.

OOC: *DIES* hahaha

You know, that sounds like plan.

You seen Peyton around?

Not lately. I think she's in a mood.

Okay. Thanks.

Oh no, now I'm curious. What's going on with you two?

We're fighting, a lot more than usual.

You know, one day I'm gonna stick you two in a room together and have it out. Although I'm sure since that'll probably result in babies...maybe not.

The way she is at the moment I'm not so sure.

She cools down. Take it from someone who knows. You'll be okay.

I owe you one Brooke.

Don't you forget it, Broody boy.