boo~ you whore; two
Boo~ You Whore | MeanGirls/HighSchool!AU | PG-13
Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/Ryan (semi- Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Jon/Spencer, Gerard/Mikey, Nate/Alex, Sisky/Alex)
The rest of the school day was a complete blur. I got in trouble for the most stupid things! Like, going to the bathroom without a 'lavatory pass' or reading ahead in English, eating a cookie in class, accidentally getting out of my seat because I had dropped my eraser, or even writing in green pen! How stupid was that? It seemed that no one trusted me here, it was so irritating and weird for me. written in first-person (brendon), all full italic-paragraphs written in third.
ONE
I got home a little while later, still in a horrible mood. I hated this 'public school', it was nothing like at home, or in Africa. None of the adults trusted me, and everyone was so unfriendly. How I wish we were still in Africa right now.
"Hey, how was your first day?" my dad asked. He and mom were sitting outside on the porch going over some research notes. I just ignored them, sulking because walking to my room in a huff. Some first day that was.
I walked into Math class just as the bell rang, and quickly grabbed the seat next to the boy and girl who had actually semi-talked to me yesterday, hoping to make a friend. I took my book and folder out of my messenger bag and laid them on the table. Straightening out my hoodie, and pushing some hair out of my eyes I sat up and stared towards the black board.
"Hey, are you wearing contacts, or are those your natural eye colour?" the guy next to me said, I recognized him from yesterday.
"Uhhm, yeah. They're real. I mean, I wear glasses when I need them, but otherwise my eyes are real," I said, giving him a small smile.
"That colour is gorgeous. It's so chocolatey-brown and delicious," the guy added, flashing me a grin.
"Thank you," I replied. The guy was cute, his hair was a dark-brownish colour, matching his eyes, and I spotted small traces of stubble growing. Overall, that guy was... pretty hot.
"That's Jon," the red-haired girl from next to him said (I recognized her too, yes! My plan was working). "He's almost too gay to fuction," she added and I chuckled a little. The girl was petite, but very pretty. The brightness of her vibrant red hair made her facial features stand out. She had a dainty little face too.
"Nice to meet you," I said. My plan was in action.
Jon looked as if he were about to say something when some dude walked passed us and stared at the girl, "Nice wig, Hayley. What did you use?" he asked, smirking wildly.
"You mom's chest hair," the girl, Hayley shot back giving him the finger. "I'm Hayley."
"Hey, I'm Brendon," I replied smiling. "Do you know where room G14 is?" I asked, looking at my next class, Health.
Jon grabbed the schedule I had in my hands, as Hayley peered at it from over his shoulder. "Health. Tuesday Thursday, room G14," he read aloud, giving Hayley a look.
"Hey, I think that's in the back-building, you know," Hayley said to Jon returning that look. If I had known better, I would have guessed that something was up but hey, these could be potential friends and I wasn't going to get on their bad side now.
"Oh yeah, it's in the back-building. Yeah," Jon said to me.
"We'll take you there, don't worry," Hayley chorused, showing a cheeky grin.
"Thanks!" I beamed, these people were actually being nice to me. This could be better than I thought.
As soon as the bell rung, I found Jon and Hayley dragging me through the crowded hallways to wherever this 'back-building' was. It was almost impossible to get through a mass of students this big, but with Jon and Hayley's help we managed to pull through.
"Excuse me! Make way, please. New meat coming through!" Jon announced, as people cleared off, giving us some space to walk. I could only find myself grinning.
We were outside in no time, walking to some weird place where the back-building was. "Health, Spanish... you're taking TWELFTH GRADE CALCULUS?" Jon asked me, bewildered as he read out my classes.
"Yeah, I guess I like Math," I replied, biting on my lower-lip.
"Ew, why?" he asked, folding up my schedule before handing it back to me.
"Cause it's the same in every country," I said taking back my schedule.
"That's beautiful," Jon muttered to himself. "This guy is pretty deep, Hayls." Hayley just rolled her eyes and sat down on the grass, Jon following after her.
"Uhhm, where's the back building?" I asked, looking around. There were no buildings around us besides the one we just exited.
"It burned down in 1987," Hayley said, grinning. Obviously not caring that we were missing class. Well, that was weird.
"Won't we get into some sort of trouble by doing this?" I asked, still unsure whether I should do this or not.
"... Why would we get you into trouble?" Hayley said, "we're your friends."
Friends, BINGO. That was the word I had been waiting to hear all day. Deep down, I knew this was wrong and everything but I didn't want to pass up this opportunity. Hayley had said that we were friends now, and I definitely didn't want to lose that. And besides, like, there was nothing really important that I was missing in Health today, was there?
However, in the mean time during Health Classs...
"Don't have sex," Coach Suarez said. "Because you will get pregnant. And die." He was currently standing in front of a big black board where 'SAFE SEX' was scrawled in big bold letters. Under the title, there were three options. 'ABSTINENCE' was the first one, which was boldly circled. "Don't have sex in the missionary-position, don't have sex standing up- just, don't do it, promise?" Coach Suarez sighed, before picking up a large plastic box of condoms, "Okay, now everyone grab some rubbers..."
"Why did your parents decide to stop home-schooling you?" Hayley asked me. It had been some time since we stopped and sat under the old tree, and I was just finding out how cool Jon and Hayley were.
I cleared my throat, "I guess they just wanted me to get socialized," I replied shrugging my shoulders.
"Well, you'll get socialized, alright. A little slice like you," Jon butt in, leaning back. I stared at him weirdly, raising an eyebrow. A little slice like me? Huh, whatever that meant.
I made a face. "What are you talking about?" I asked, greatly and obviously confused.
"You're a regulation hottie," Hayley said, sighed and rolling her eyes.
"What?" Hottie. Huh, HOTTIE? What the hell? No one has ever called me a hottie before. And I least expected to be called one in this place.
"Own it, trust me," Jon told me, putting a hand on my knee.
"How do you spell your name again, Brendon?" Hayley asked me, pulling out a sketch book.
"Uhh, it's B-R-E-N-D-O-N," I said.
"Err, yeah. I'm just gonna call you Bren," she said, scribbling down on her sketch pad. Bren, cool. A nickname.
"In the name of all that is Holy, would you look at Mikey Way's gym clothes?" Jon interrupted us, directing our attention to a group of students walking out onto the field.
"Ugh, of course all The Plastics are in the same gym class..." The Plastics? What was all that about?
"Who are The Plastics?" I asked, peering at the group again.
"They're teen royalty," Jon piped up. "Like, if Palo Verde was Us Weekly or HELLO! Magazine they'd always end up on the front cover," he explained and my eyebrows shot up a bit. Well, that was weird.
"That one there," Hayley said, pointing to a lanky-ish skinny, but undeniably hot guy. "He's Mikey Way. He's one of the stupidest, retarded guys you will ever come across in your entire life. Jon sat next to him in Geography last year."
"He asked me how to pronounce South America." I cracked up a little here, because that was pretty fucking hilarious. South America? I knew all the countries in South America when I was like, six.
"That kind of short-ish one right there," Hayley continued, now pointing at some guy, with tattoos covering his arms. He was also talking away on the phone. He, too was pretty hot as well. "That's Pete Wentz."
"He's totally rich 'cause his family invented flavoured condoms and lube, it's so weird," Jon added just as Pete was hid on the head by a football. He fell over and in the process, dropped his precious phone which he quickly picked up.
"He knows about everyone's business here." I raised an eyebrow at that. "And finally, pure evil takes a form in Gabe Saporta," Hayley said diverting her glare at a tall but incredibly sexy guy who had himself surrounded by both girls and guys. He was tanned, skin an amazing caramel colour and he had the whitest teeth Brendon had ever seen. His hair was curly-ish and black, and he was also very muscular and well-built. He blew an air-kiss to some tall, lanky hazel-haired boy and grinned at him. Gabe, was flawless. "He may seem just like your average back-stabbing, horrible, asshole-ish douche, but in reality he is so much worse."
"He's the lead commander-guy in everything. Pete and Mikey are just his little soldiers which he uses for fun, it's disgusting," Jon added, shuddering slightly. "He's extremely hot, yes. But wicked."
"How can I ever begin to explain Gabe Saporta..."
"Gabe Saporta is just... flawless."
"He's so sexy!"
"Gabe is the epitome of sex-gods."
"He bought a cobra-necklace from this store one day. So the next day, I went to that store and bought one for myself."
"I hear his teeth are insured for at least $10,000."
"He met Angelina Jolie on a train one day, and she said he was hot."
"His favourite colour is deep purple. How romantic is that?"
"He does underwear-ads in Japan."
"There was this one time where Gabe punched me in the face really hard. It was AWESOME."
"He's always so devilish and fierce-looking," Jon said to me in the hallways. "And he always wins Spring-Fling King."
"Honestly, Jon. Who really gives a fuck?!" Hayley snapped from beside him.
"I DO! Whoever wins Spring Fling King or Queen always gets to be one of the heads of the Social Committee. And I, being an active member of that Social Committee, care. Okay?" Jon retorted, looking deeply annoyed and hurt.
"Wow, Jon. You have truly out-gayed yourself," Hayley said, scary sarcasm dripping from her voice. I giggled at that as Jon whacked her playfully on the head. "Alright, Bren. Here is your basic lunchroom-guide of the school. Now, where you sit is absolutely crucial, so listen up okay?" I took the piece of card from her and saw that it was an extremely and completely awesome-looking map guide of the lunchroom. "So, we have the Freshman, ROTC Guys, Preps, JV Jocks, Asian Nerds, Cool Asians, Varsity Jocks, Unfriendly Black Hotties, Girls Who Eat Their Feelings, Girls Who Don't Eat Anything, Desperate Wannabes, Burnouts, Sexually-Active Band Geeks, The Greatest People You Will Ever Meet ahem, US. And lastly, beware of The Plastics." I scanned over the sheet of paper, this was really well done. I could definitely use this.
It was lunch and I was currently making my way to Hayley and Jon's table when I got stopped all of a sudden.
"Hey," some sleazy-looking guy said, coming up right next to me. "We're doing a lunchtime survey on new-kids, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"Uhh, okay I guess," I replied biting my lip.
"Great!" the guy beamed at me, flashing me a wide grin. "Now, got mayonnaise on your hot dog, there?" he asked, as his group of friends giggled from behind him.
"Uhhm, no," I said, suddenly feeling really unsure about this.
"Well, would you like someone to squirt some mayonnaise onto your hot dog?" he asked me again, raising an eyebrow. I froze, his friends were laughing and I didn't get why. I didn't know what to say.
"W-What?" I croaked out, seeing that that was the only thing I could say right now in my state of shock.
"Is he bothering you?" a voice came from behind me. I turned around and nearly dropped dead. There was Gabe Saporta. Fuckin' Gabe Saporta talking to me, of all people. Even if it was only a question. I still kind of went jelloid. "Ryland, why are you such a skeaze?
"I'm just being friendly," the guy 'Ryland' replied looking innocent as ever.
"You were supposed to call me last night!" Pete whisper-snapped at him.
"Ryland, you do not come to a party at my house, and then scam on some poor innocent cute guy right in front of us three days later. He's not interested. Get over yourself," Gabe snapped. "Do you want to have sex with him?" Gabe then asked, turning to me.
"N-No! No," I replied, awfully shocked. "No thank you."
"Good, so it's settled then. Now, go and run along now, Ryland."
"Bitch," Ryland muttered, turning around and walking away.
Thanking God that Gabe had come to my rescue, I proceeded to walk over to where Hayley and Jon were sitting, when suddenly, "Wait!" Gabe said to me, and I halted right there.
"Y-Yeah?"
"Sit down," he offered me, giving me a world-class grin. I looked over at Hayley and Jon, who sent me a 'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING. WE TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY.' look, then I looked over at Gabe, Mikey and Pete. "Seriously, sir down or I'll have to grab you buy your cute ass and make you," Gabe added. Cute ass? Honestly? I almost nearly turned around to peek at my ass, but I stopped myself just in time. Fuck, what was I going to do?
I placed my lunch tray on The Plastic's table and took a seat. What had I gotten myself into?
A/N; so! chapter two, you guys! what do you think of this one. ahaha, i had to fix some things like the 'would you like someone to butter your muffin' part, because i realized that cady was brendon, and i guess brendon was a dude. so, yeah. it wasn't that hard changing some stuff, but i'm worried that i completely ruined it by doing so, so tell me what you think please?
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Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/Ryan (semi- Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Jon/Spencer, Gerard/Mikey, Nate/Alex, Sisky/Alex)
The rest of the school day was a complete blur. I got in trouble for the most stupid things! Like, going to the bathroom without a 'lavatory pass' or reading ahead in English, eating a cookie in class, accidentally getting out of my seat because I had dropped my eraser, or even writing in green pen! How stupid was that? It seemed that no one trusted me here, it was so irritating and weird for me. written in first-person (brendon), all full italic-paragraphs written in third.
ONE
I got home a little while later, still in a horrible mood. I hated this 'public school', it was nothing like at home, or in Africa. None of the adults trusted me, and everyone was so unfriendly. How I wish we were still in Africa right now.
"Hey, how was your first day?" my dad asked. He and mom were sitting outside on the porch going over some research notes. I just ignored them, sulking because walking to my room in a huff. Some first day that was.
I walked into Math class just as the bell rang, and quickly grabbed the seat next to the boy and girl who had actually semi-talked to me yesterday, hoping to make a friend. I took my book and folder out of my messenger bag and laid them on the table. Straightening out my hoodie, and pushing some hair out of my eyes I sat up and stared towards the black board.
"Hey, are you wearing contacts, or are those your natural eye colour?" the guy next to me said, I recognized him from yesterday.
"Uhhm, yeah. They're real. I mean, I wear glasses when I need them, but otherwise my eyes are real," I said, giving him a small smile.
"That colour is gorgeous. It's so chocolatey-brown and delicious," the guy added, flashing me a grin.
"Thank you," I replied. The guy was cute, his hair was a dark-brownish colour, matching his eyes, and I spotted small traces of stubble growing. Overall, that guy was... pretty hot.
"That's Jon," the red-haired girl from next to him said (I recognized her too, yes! My plan was working). "He's almost too gay to fuction," she added and I chuckled a little. The girl was petite, but very pretty. The brightness of her vibrant red hair made her facial features stand out. She had a dainty little face too.
"Nice to meet you," I said. My plan was in action.
Jon looked as if he were about to say something when some dude walked passed us and stared at the girl, "Nice wig, Hayley. What did you use?" he asked, smirking wildly.
"You mom's chest hair," the girl, Hayley shot back giving him the finger. "I'm Hayley."
"Hey, I'm Brendon," I replied smiling. "Do you know where room G14 is?" I asked, looking at my next class, Health.
Jon grabbed the schedule I had in my hands, as Hayley peered at it from over his shoulder. "Health. Tuesday Thursday, room G14," he read aloud, giving Hayley a look.
"Hey, I think that's in the back-building, you know," Hayley said to Jon returning that look. If I had known better, I would have guessed that something was up but hey, these could be potential friends and I wasn't going to get on their bad side now.
"Oh yeah, it's in the back-building. Yeah," Jon said to me.
"We'll take you there, don't worry," Hayley chorused, showing a cheeky grin.
"Thanks!" I beamed, these people were actually being nice to me. This could be better than I thought.
As soon as the bell rung, I found Jon and Hayley dragging me through the crowded hallways to wherever this 'back-building' was. It was almost impossible to get through a mass of students this big, but with Jon and Hayley's help we managed to pull through.
"Excuse me! Make way, please. New meat coming through!" Jon announced, as people cleared off, giving us some space to walk. I could only find myself grinning.
We were outside in no time, walking to some weird place where the back-building was. "Health, Spanish... you're taking TWELFTH GRADE CALCULUS?" Jon asked me, bewildered as he read out my classes.
"Yeah, I guess I like Math," I replied, biting on my lower-lip.
"Ew, why?" he asked, folding up my schedule before handing it back to me.
"Cause it's the same in every country," I said taking back my schedule.
"That's beautiful," Jon muttered to himself. "This guy is pretty deep, Hayls." Hayley just rolled her eyes and sat down on the grass, Jon following after her.
"Uhhm, where's the back building?" I asked, looking around. There were no buildings around us besides the one we just exited.
"It burned down in 1987," Hayley said, grinning. Obviously not caring that we were missing class. Well, that was weird.
"Won't we get into some sort of trouble by doing this?" I asked, still unsure whether I should do this or not.
"... Why would we get you into trouble?" Hayley said, "we're your friends."
Friends, BINGO. That was the word I had been waiting to hear all day. Deep down, I knew this was wrong and everything but I didn't want to pass up this opportunity. Hayley had said that we were friends now, and I definitely didn't want to lose that. And besides, like, there was nothing really important that I was missing in Health today, was there?
However, in the mean time during Health Classs...
"Don't have sex," Coach Suarez said. "Because you will get pregnant. And die." He was currently standing in front of a big black board where 'SAFE SEX' was scrawled in big bold letters. Under the title, there were three options. 'ABSTINENCE' was the first one, which was boldly circled. "Don't have sex in the missionary-position, don't have sex standing up- just, don't do it, promise?" Coach Suarez sighed, before picking up a large plastic box of condoms, "Okay, now everyone grab some rubbers..."
"Why did your parents decide to stop home-schooling you?" Hayley asked me. It had been some time since we stopped and sat under the old tree, and I was just finding out how cool Jon and Hayley were.
I cleared my throat, "I guess they just wanted me to get socialized," I replied shrugging my shoulders.
"Well, you'll get socialized, alright. A little slice like you," Jon butt in, leaning back. I stared at him weirdly, raising an eyebrow. A little slice like me? Huh, whatever that meant.
I made a face. "What are you talking about?" I asked, greatly and obviously confused.
"You're a regulation hottie," Hayley said, sighed and rolling her eyes.
"What?" Hottie. Huh, HOTTIE? What the hell? No one has ever called me a hottie before. And I least expected to be called one in this place.
"Own it, trust me," Jon told me, putting a hand on my knee.
"How do you spell your name again, Brendon?" Hayley asked me, pulling out a sketch book.
"Uhh, it's B-R-E-N-D-O-N," I said.
"Err, yeah. I'm just gonna call you Bren," she said, scribbling down on her sketch pad. Bren, cool. A nickname.
"In the name of all that is Holy, would you look at Mikey Way's gym clothes?" Jon interrupted us, directing our attention to a group of students walking out onto the field.
"Ugh, of course all The Plastics are in the same gym class..." The Plastics? What was all that about?
"Who are The Plastics?" I asked, peering at the group again.
"They're teen royalty," Jon piped up. "Like, if Palo Verde was Us Weekly or HELLO! Magazine they'd always end up on the front cover," he explained and my eyebrows shot up a bit. Well, that was weird.
"That one there," Hayley said, pointing to a lanky-ish skinny, but undeniably hot guy. "He's Mikey Way. He's one of the stupidest, retarded guys you will ever come across in your entire life. Jon sat next to him in Geography last year."
"He asked me how to pronounce South America." I cracked up a little here, because that was pretty fucking hilarious. South America? I knew all the countries in South America when I was like, six.
"That kind of short-ish one right there," Hayley continued, now pointing at some guy, with tattoos covering his arms. He was also talking away on the phone. He, too was pretty hot as well. "That's Pete Wentz."
"He's totally rich 'cause his family invented flavoured condoms and lube, it's so weird," Jon added just as Pete was hid on the head by a football. He fell over and in the process, dropped his precious phone which he quickly picked up.
"He knows about everyone's business here." I raised an eyebrow at that. "And finally, pure evil takes a form in Gabe Saporta," Hayley said diverting her glare at a tall but incredibly sexy guy who had himself surrounded by both girls and guys. He was tanned, skin an amazing caramel colour and he had the whitest teeth Brendon had ever seen. His hair was curly-ish and black, and he was also very muscular and well-built. He blew an air-kiss to some tall, lanky hazel-haired boy and grinned at him. Gabe, was flawless. "He may seem just like your average back-stabbing, horrible, asshole-ish douche, but in reality he is so much worse."
"He's the lead commander-guy in everything. Pete and Mikey are just his little soldiers which he uses for fun, it's disgusting," Jon added, shuddering slightly. "He's extremely hot, yes. But wicked."
"How can I ever begin to explain Gabe Saporta..."
"Gabe Saporta is just... flawless."
"He's so sexy!"
"Gabe is the epitome of sex-gods."
"He bought a cobra-necklace from this store one day. So the next day, I went to that store and bought one for myself."
"I hear his teeth are insured for at least $10,000."
"He met Angelina Jolie on a train one day, and she said he was hot."
"His favourite colour is deep purple. How romantic is that?"
"He does underwear-ads in Japan."
"There was this one time where Gabe punched me in the face really hard. It was AWESOME."
"He's always so devilish and fierce-looking," Jon said to me in the hallways. "And he always wins Spring-Fling King."
"Honestly, Jon. Who really gives a fuck?!" Hayley snapped from beside him.
"I DO! Whoever wins Spring Fling King or Queen always gets to be one of the heads of the Social Committee. And I, being an active member of that Social Committee, care. Okay?" Jon retorted, looking deeply annoyed and hurt.
"Wow, Jon. You have truly out-gayed yourself," Hayley said, scary sarcasm dripping from her voice. I giggled at that as Jon whacked her playfully on the head. "Alright, Bren. Here is your basic lunchroom-guide of the school. Now, where you sit is absolutely crucial, so listen up okay?" I took the piece of card from her and saw that it was an extremely and completely awesome-looking map guide of the lunchroom. "So, we have the Freshman, ROTC Guys, Preps, JV Jocks, Asian Nerds, Cool Asians, Varsity Jocks, Unfriendly Black Hotties, Girls Who Eat Their Feelings, Girls Who Don't Eat Anything, Desperate Wannabes, Burnouts, Sexually-Active Band Geeks, The Greatest People You Will Ever Meet ahem, US. And lastly, beware of The Plastics." I scanned over the sheet of paper, this was really well done. I could definitely use this.
It was lunch and I was currently making my way to Hayley and Jon's table when I got stopped all of a sudden.
"Hey," some sleazy-looking guy said, coming up right next to me. "We're doing a lunchtime survey on new-kids, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"Uhh, okay I guess," I replied biting my lip.
"Great!" the guy beamed at me, flashing me a wide grin. "Now, got mayonnaise on your hot dog, there?" he asked, as his group of friends giggled from behind him.
"Uhhm, no," I said, suddenly feeling really unsure about this.
"Well, would you like someone to squirt some mayonnaise onto your hot dog?" he asked me again, raising an eyebrow. I froze, his friends were laughing and I didn't get why. I didn't know what to say.
"W-What?" I croaked out, seeing that that was the only thing I could say right now in my state of shock.
"Is he bothering you?" a voice came from behind me. I turned around and nearly dropped dead. There was Gabe Saporta. Fuckin' Gabe Saporta talking to me, of all people. Even if it was only a question. I still kind of went jelloid. "Ryland, why are you such a skeaze?
"I'm just being friendly," the guy 'Ryland' replied looking innocent as ever.
"You were supposed to call me last night!" Pete whisper-snapped at him.
"Ryland, you do not come to a party at my house, and then scam on some poor innocent cute guy right in front of us three days later. He's not interested. Get over yourself," Gabe snapped. "Do you want to have sex with him?" Gabe then asked, turning to me.
"N-No! No," I replied, awfully shocked. "No thank you."
"Good, so it's settled then. Now, go and run along now, Ryland."
"Bitch," Ryland muttered, turning around and walking away.
Thanking God that Gabe had come to my rescue, I proceeded to walk over to where Hayley and Jon were sitting, when suddenly, "Wait!" Gabe said to me, and I halted right there.
"Y-Yeah?"
"Sit down," he offered me, giving me a world-class grin. I looked over at Hayley and Jon, who sent me a 'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING. WE TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY.' look, then I looked over at Gabe, Mikey and Pete. "Seriously, sir down or I'll have to grab you buy your cute ass and make you," Gabe added. Cute ass? Honestly? I almost nearly turned around to peek at my ass, but I stopped myself just in time. Fuck, what was I going to do?
I placed my lunch tray on The Plastic's table and took a seat. What had I gotten myself into?
A/N; so! chapter two, you guys! what do you think of this one. ahaha, i had to fix some things like the 'would you like someone to butter your muffin' part, because i realized that cady was brendon, and i guess brendon was a dude. so, yeah. it wasn't that hard changing some stuff, but i'm worried that i completely ruined it by doing so, so tell me what you think please?
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