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What Alessia could never stand was irrelevant people not being able to mind their own damn businesses. Like, she was genuinely a sweetheart. If she wanted to be a bitch to you, then she would be such and most of the time (in her mind), you deserved it. She was only paying her due to Tristan, anyway. The relationship that they had would cease to exist if she didn't constantly fuel the flames of their very much mutual animosity towards one another. More importantly than that, it was their relationship - it was her beef with Tristan, his obvious dislike of her, and their exchange. If she needed Toucan Sam and his STD ridden sidekick's opinions, she would have turned her attention to them. But neither of them were even on the same playing field as she and Tristan, even if Alessia hated admitting to the idea of Tristan being anywhere near on her level. However, in comparison to the Boy Who Never Mattered and The Sluttiest Slut of Her Generation (and, yes, she might have tweaked her Harry Potter references, but they fit), Tristan was actually something. He was somebody and she hated the idea of having to entertain the existence of literally pieces of shit. But she had to; she had an audience. And for all her extra fabulousness, Alessia never failed to put on a show.
"All of this coming from the one dollar whore and...well, the guy who's somehow really good at keeping up with his paintings, but not his girlfriend," Alessia retorted tauntingly, giggling at each individual acknowledgement of the two people who inserted themselves into a conversation that had nothing to do with them. It really was Sam's fault if he wound up just slightly hurt by her reference to his failed relationship with Laylah. But in her defense (it's not really a defense, but it's definitely reasoning on Ali's part and that's what she's sticking to), he obviously wasn't good enough to be with her best friend on a platonic level, let alone in an actual relationship. That was a mistake she was surely ready to fix by setting Laylah up...when she actually found someone worthy. But Sam was never it. "But never you mind that, pauper. Pretty sure Lay can score herself a nice little prince to get by with tomorrow. Compared to you, definitely someone better," and Ali made sure to rake her gaze over Sam's form in mock consideration before smirking at his eyes coldly, "and bigger." She winked, despite Gigi shoving at her arm while laughing and exclaiming, "OMG, Ali!", but her point was proven and Alessia knew better to press so soon into the day. Giggling, she glanced at her girls and said, "Finding Lay now. See you guys in class." And she headed in without glancing at either Sam or Zara, but purposefully bumping into Tristan on her way to the front door just to make sure she entered the school building first.
It didn't even take Ali long to find Laylah. While there was a throng of students in the hallway on their way to class and lockers to empty out backpacks, Alessia recognized her girl without fail and hurried to fall in line with her, calling out an energetic "Gibby!" when she was behind her so that the jock could get the memo. Once they were side by side, Alessia was smiling, a genuine and bright one, at that. Ali even linked arms with the other blonde loosely as she was wont to do. "And what's there to talk about babe? You're wearing green since you're obviously hot and available, preferably not solid green as that wouldn't flatter your complexion and hair at all, but definitely something with green in it. Prominently green, but not plain. And you definitely have to let me braid your hair or something because as much as you and I both know I love your hair out and in its magnanimous glory, your cheekbones need to be on display so I can make those eyes pop. You're gonna be flawless."
"All of this coming from the one dollar whore and...well, the guy who's somehow really good at keeping up with his paintings, but not his girlfriend," Alessia retorted tauntingly, giggling at each individual acknowledgement of the two people who inserted themselves into a conversation that had nothing to do with them. It really was Sam's fault if he wound up just slightly hurt by her reference to his failed relationship with Laylah. But in her defense (it's not really a defense, but it's definitely reasoning on Ali's part and that's what she's sticking to), he obviously wasn't good enough to be with her best friend on a platonic level, let alone in an actual relationship. That was a mistake she was surely ready to fix by setting Laylah up...when she actually found someone worthy. But Sam was never it. "But never you mind that, pauper. Pretty sure Lay can score herself a nice little prince to get by with tomorrow. Compared to you, definitely someone better," and Ali made sure to rake her gaze over Sam's form in mock consideration before smirking at his eyes coldly, "and bigger." She winked, despite Gigi shoving at her arm while laughing and exclaiming, "OMG, Ali!", but her point was proven and Alessia knew better to press so soon into the day. Giggling, she glanced at her girls and said, "Finding Lay now. See you guys in class." And she headed in without glancing at either Sam or Zara, but purposefully bumping into Tristan on her way to the front door just to make sure she entered the school building first.
It didn't even take Ali long to find Laylah. While there was a throng of students in the hallway on their way to class and lockers to empty out backpacks, Alessia recognized her girl without fail and hurried to fall in line with her, calling out an energetic "Gibby!" when she was behind her so that the jock could get the memo. Once they were side by side, Alessia was smiling, a genuine and bright one, at that. Ali even linked arms with the other blonde loosely as she was wont to do. "And what's there to talk about babe? You're wearing green since you're obviously hot and available, preferably not solid green as that wouldn't flatter your complexion and hair at all, but definitely something with green in it. Prominently green, but not plain. And you definitely have to let me braid your hair or something because as much as you and I both know I love your hair out and in its magnanimous glory, your cheekbones need to be on display so I can make those eyes pop. You're gonna be flawless."