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Cafeteria | Afternoon | Thursday | November 25

It was Thanksgiving Day. It was time for parades, football and food. Currently, Alex was leaning against one of the walls in the kitchen, watching the catering company set up for dinner. There was a shitload of food and his stomach growled just watching.

It was good to be president. He got to delegate everything.

When one of the caterers stepped forward and thrust a plastic wrapped garment bag in his hand, Alex frowned.

"What?"

"Outfits for the dinner," the caterer said. "The contract states that we make and you serve the food. No fulfillment of the contract, no food."

Confused, Alex unzipped the bag and peeked inside. The costume was not cool at all.

"Are you serious?" Alex asked, glaring. "No way!"

"No costumes," the caterer said, already signaling his workers to get ready to package the food up, "no food."

Alex continued glaring at the caterer and the costume. He hated his life.

[OCD is up and this is posted early for SP, of course!]

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"Already not been thrown out of anywhere lately?" No sex on desks, no helping to start riots, no getting arrested. Sad, really. Seventeen and she was already appearing to be calming down.

"Maybe I am." Somehow that still wasn't that convincing. Saintly and angelic would never last long with her.

"Aww. That is adorable," Alex said, eyes wide. "I didn't know you had it in you. Guess I've been proven wrong."

Effy hummed some vague agreement. "You must be a better influence on me, huh?"

"That's like saying I'm angelic too," Alex said and made a face. "You calling me nice?"

Effy grinned, in that way that you know the next thing that came from her mouth would be a lie. "Of course not. Couldn't be nice if your life depended on it, right?"

"Nope. I'm not a nerd like you are," Alex said, smirking. "I wish I could emulate you but...nah. That'd just be boring and I leave that to you."

[Mwahahahaha! Night!]

"So what's the last really rebellious thing you've done?" she had to ask.

"Told Tino to kiss my ass when he invited me to his Thanksgiving dinner," Alex said, shrugging. "I'm sure Tino hated it."

"Oh, you are the definition of badass," Effy remarked, looking amused. "You really are." Not.

"Did he?" She... wouldn't really put it past Tino. There was always the chance he'd been drunk, asking Alex in the first place.

"Did he hate it?" Alex scoffed. "Of course he did. I wasn't nice about it and made him feel bad. Of course he hated it."

Not really the question she'd been asking, but having to explain yourself ruined a little of the point, and Effy just shook her head slightly.

"And you don't feel even the slightest bit bad.' That didn't need to be a question. "Probably all lonely now without you."

"Yeah, I'm sure he's devastated," Alex said and rolled his eyes. "You're acting like I should have said yes. Then I wouldn't be sharing dinner with you."

"Not sure I can enjoy it now I know he's out there crying into his turkey over you."

The smile, really betrayed how much bullshit went into that statement.

"You wanna give him a call and console him?" Alex wondered, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't realize you'd gone completely sweet on me."

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