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"Ah, well, then, I'm sorry for sounding naggy," Indigo apologizes to Ian when he admits to knowing that not everyone is going to be exactly the same simply because they are in the same clique. After all, Indigo and Kaycee are both in the same clique, but they are completely different people all the same. A social group does not define who a person is, nor should it be the only criteria that people use when forming judgments about people. When Kaycee mentions knowing for a fact that several of the people she stereotypes are exactly who she views them to be, Indigo winces slightly and then bites her lip, keeping back words. This conversation clearly isn't going to make them budge, and so she decides that it would be best to move on for now, and prevent there from being any tension. Still, she can't help but think about what Kaycee has said, and combine it with various secrets that she knows, but that don't belong to her. Like how Angela, viewed as one of the bitchiest of the cheerleaders, is verbally abused by her parents, and frequently forced out of the house at night. She knows this because Angela is her neighbor, but doesn't give this example because it is not her secret to tell- not even one that she has any right to know, honestly.

She watches Kaycee light up with Ian's comment, and can't help but move on and smile at the girl's elation. As far as smiles go, Indigo has always had a bit of a weak immune system, hardly able to stop from cracking one when she sees others so genuinely happy about something. Of course, her interest soon jumps to the apparent new kid, this interest mostly involving his current relationship status and his appearance. Indigo laughs softly at her excitement, pulling her Calculus AB textbook out of her locker just as the bell rings. "See you then," she tells Kaycee with a smile, even though the bubbly young woman hadn't really been addressing her about it.

Let's see. This year is Calculus AB, then AP Art, and then...right! AP Lit and Comp, just before lunch, Indigo muses over the first half of her schedule, before looking over towards Ian once more. "What class are you heading to? If we're going in the same direction, we can walk together," she suggests, shifting her textbook and sketchbook into her other arm, revealing slight red marks on the arm that had been carrying them a moment ago. "Hopefully we'll have a class together this year- I think we only had one together last year, right? It was just a core, though, so that's to be expected, I suppose."