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[electragirl]

I'm sick of this. Sitting in my room. Hiding away from everyone. So I admitted I liked someone. Big fucking deal. It's certainly not the worst thing I've done. And hey, I can always plead insanity. Isn't that what most people do when they're trying to cover up the fact that they told the truth? Or something like that

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[dis_harmony]

"God, are you seriously still stuck on that? One track minded aren't you? Then again, I'm not really surprised."

"Hello," I announced, not even sure why I was having to point this out. I mean, if Gwen didn't get it, why did I want to be reminding her and all. I was all for a fight, but the fair part wasn't so much my thing. "He is so worth being tracked on!! The way I figure it," I melted a little against the wall. "Marathon tracked."

Yeah. Let her figure it out. If she could.

Not that I mean I am hard to understand or anything.

Just so we're clean.

Wait a minute -- am I the we here?

Whatever.

"I thought we were past this whole thing. It's really starting to annoy me. If he wants you, he'll let you know. I'm not the type of girl who's going to fight over some guy. I've grown out of that high school phase. Guess you haven't."

I pulled back away from the wall and tried to hide my hurt. Trust the evil skank ho to pick up on the one thing that I had allowed to bother me...ya know. In like ever? Or at least today.

"He will let me know," I announced.

"Oh, wait. That's about the time you got turned wasn't it? That would explain it."

See now that? Wasn't getting to me a bit. "Uh huh," I brushed away Gwen's words, and eyed her from tip to toe, split end to sucky....ok those were kinda cool shoes. "Better that then grey hair, wrinkles, and the...on one all the way to twelve oclock shadows you got going on under your eyes right now."

[electragirl]

"Hello, He is so worth being tracked on!! The way I figure it, Marathon tracked."

I rolled my eyes, rubbing my temples. I could feel a headache coming on. A Harmony-induced migraine.

She was completely obsessed and I could tell she wasn't gonna give up. Or let this subject go. Not anytime soon anyway.

"He will let me know,"

"Sure he will sweetie. Just keep telling yourself that."

I sighed, suddenly feeling bored by this whole conversation. Why did I think that Harmony and I could form some kind of friendship? It was obvious the only friend she had was herself. And I wasn't entirely sure she had that.

Talk about insecure. I think she was as insecure as they came. You could always tell those type. They were so self absorbed and full of themselves. For no apparent reason.

"Uh huh, Better that then grey hair, wrinkles, and the...on one all the way to twelve oclock shadows you got going on under your eyes right now."

I moaned my disgust and frowned deeply. My impatience was growing to high levels and suddenly I wanted, no needed to be far away from Miss Priss and her high opinion of herself. Not to mention her obsession with Shang-Da.

I put my hands on my hips, glaring at her. Oh yeah, it felt good to see that she was highly intimidated by me. No matter what she wanted to admit. I could see it in her eyes. The eyes don't lie.

"As much as I'd love to stand here and trade quips with you...." I yawned for effect, bringing my hand up to cover my mouth. "...it's like having a battle of wits with an unarmed person. I'd rather not waste my time or energy."

I turned back towards my door that I'd barely exited moments before. Turning the knob, I pushed it open before turning back to Harmony one last time.

"Oh, and you might want to figure out a new strategy for getting a man. Cause honey, the stalking and obsessing? Not winning you any points."

I laughed to myself, stepping inside my room and shutting the door behind me.