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[Already the start of the new week, started out with such great promise. He woke up late to his first period class and by the time he showed up, it was ten minutes before class would actually be finished. Figuring he'd let the sub finish covering up for him, he wasted his time in the Guidance suite until 9:15 before his next class would start. Everything else after that grudgingly went on by so thank God for lunch breaks.

After a quick visit from Subways, Everett enters the teacher's lounge, waving briefly at the few teachers he did get along with and then spots her. He sighs and looks away, actually for once not looking forward to talking to her but stops in his tracks. Remembering who and what he was hyping himself for all weekend, he turns around and walks over to her table to tell her off.

Just like how he reminded his sister constantly.] Hey, we need to talk. [He wastes no time and pulls up a next to her so there wasn't such a wide space driving them apart.]

[Kaya had speared a cucumber, nibbling on it as she frowned at one of the sheets of paper, shaking her head. Some students showed such promise and yet...

She was pulled from her musings, as usual, by him. Who else would it be? Flickering her eyes up, she blinked over at him as he pulled up a seat practically right next to her.

Her weekend after running into him at the bar had been...well, confusing. She had to think through a lot and she didn't know why. There was nothing to think about. It was Everett. He was an ass, no matter how he spun it. What he had done in high school was unforgivable.

She sighed, setting her fork down.]

We do?

Yeah we do. [He pulls his bag over the table and looks over.] After last week I've done some thinking and... are you seriously eating that?

What are you? A bunny rabbit? Who eats salad... Anyway. [Driving back to the main point he was trying to get at hand earlier.] I've had a lot of time to myself and came to a conclusion as to why you don't like me.

[Kaya rolled her eyes at his comment, propping her elbow on the table as she listened to him.]

First, lots of people eat salads. It's food. Second, I don't think you really know why I don't like you. [She knew he didn't know. Not unless he remembered.] Anyways, why does it matter so much to you anyways? You hardly know me, I don't know why this is such a big deal to you.

Yeah, beside hippies and bunny rabbits. Sure who doesn't eat salads right? Look, we're not living during Woodstock anymore, babe. This is the 21st century... so you may as well upgrade from whatever it is you're eating to yogurts. Because that's where it's at. Now, stop distracting me with your beautiful face.

[Nope not a lick but his reason for why, just might amuse her.]

And I do. Trust me. [He grins a little at this. He's so proud of himself.] Clearly the only reason you turned me down is not because you're a nun. But because you, my sweet... have a thing for women. It's so clear to me now. But don't worry, I'll keep that a secret between us if you want me too.

No harm, no foul right?

[She wouldn't bother to argue about the salad thing to him. The reason she ate these was because of him anyways, the jerk.

...did he just accuse her of being a lesbian? He had all weekend to think and that's the best he could do? For the love of...

Sorry, but God...she was laughing. Lifting a hand to cover her mouth as she laughed, shaking her head.]

Oh...oh honey, I am so not gay. I mean, I have no problem with them, it's just I... [She was laughing some more.] I'm not.

[Y'know, he really had real high hopes for that one. But the fact she's laughing and denying it... it's a sort of okay but still totally not cool kind of situation. Actually he's kind of a little offended that she's not gay. Which would have to meant it when she said she wasn't was attracted to him or considered her type.] So then... what is your problem with me?

What is your type then?

Problem with you. [She repeated once she had gathered herself, stopped laughing. She arched a brow over at him, pursing her lips in thought.

She had a lot of problems with him.]

I think...the problem for you is, I got over you years ago Everett.

[He squints his eye at this. Was he expected to remember things from back in the day? Hell he didn't even remember what he had for dinner last night and this woman expected him to remember something far more further than the past?]

...got over me years ago? [He scoffs.] What sort of year are we talking about here? Are you an ex-girlfriend or something, did I go to a date with you or something? Help me out here.

[Kaya rolled her eyes. No, she didn't expect him to remember at all. The fact that he didn't even remember her at the bar the other night was further proof that he sucked at remembering things in general.]

No. Actually. You refused to date me, if I recall correctly. I wasn't your type. And you sorta made my life a living hell for four years of high school.

[Whoa wait. He refused to date her? This? What the fuck was going? He knew that if he was in high school, he would've already gobbled her up and come back for seconds but this... this doesn't sound right. He almost certain for sure, that NO girl in the school looked anything, ANYTHING, close to her.

Unless...] No. No no. [He starts to laugh a little bit.] Sweetheart I'm pretty sure, if I met you. You would not be this bitter at me, alright? [His temporary laughter fades away and begins to sober up again.]

But seriously, tell me who you are.

[Bitter didn't even begin to describe it.

Giving him a tight lip smile, she tilted her head.]

I changed my name to my grandmother's first year of college. You may remember it though. Zuleika Rosotto sound familiar?

[He arches a brow at the name. The gears were slowly turning at the name. Slowly but surely. And once he figures out the face that matched that name, he stares at her for a real long time.

His eyes widening just a smidge bit before choking up on his laughter. There was absolutely no way, a girl who was as ugly as before could be just... this smoking hot. There was no way. No words even to describe this.

He's literally choking up.] Stop lying, there's no way you can be her. She was like this big, [He holds his hand a part as if to show her again, how fat she was but couldn't keep it together. Laughter kept spilling out his mouth. What even?]

I'm sorry sweetheart but you have to be her hot cousin or something to get back at me. Seriously, where is she?

[Kaya gritted her teeth, pushing up from her seat. Bracing her hands on the table, she leaned close.]

Everett Walker. You haven't changed a bit since high school. You're a shallow, self-centered, asshole. And if anyone is ugly on the inside, it's you. [She pushed away then, scooping up her papers and her salad. Which she dumped in his lap.]

I started eating more of these because of you, aren't you glad? [She drawled, before she stalked angrily out of the teachers lounge.]

[For Kaya to suddenly stand up gritting her teeth at him, would have normally stopped him but the fact alone that he was driving himself up the roof, for a girl who he teased mercilessly? He found that terribly ironic.

But nothing she does gets him to stop laughing. Her leaning close, gritting her teeth, her accusations, nothing. He even continues laughing when she drops her salad on him, wiping it off like it water. He eventually calms down and just before she's out of earshot he hollers after her.]

Mhmm and I think your body is too! [He chuckles at the last bit as he goes to eat his lunch, amused for the next five hours.]

[Suffice to say that Kaya is pissed. Beyond so, especially at his reaction. Fucking pig. She almost wanted to just punch him in that pretty face of his and see how pretty it was afterwards.

She let out a frustrated growl at the comment he tossed her, angry for the rest of the day and afterwards.

She ends up taking out her frustrations in the form of exercise, keeping up a steady pace as she runs through the park, having been for the past hour, non-stop. She's panting and sweating, and damn, she's still upset. She stops near a bench, pausing for breath, closing her eyes momentarily.

Why was she letting him get to her again? It was like high school all over again.]