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The roof - Tuesday after classes

Everyone was depressed and that, in turn, was making Chuck depressed. Wait, no. Not depressed. Freaking annoyed. Oh boo freaking hoo, you had to say goodbye to people you had only known for three days. It was so irritating having everyone upset over the same thing. Well, except, for some people on the third floor who were apparently upset for other reasons when he walked by.

He didn't want to know. He really, really didn't want to know.

So, in attempt to get away from the emo, he (ironically) when up to the roof of emo to smoke. And not brood. Because he didn't miss his stupid kids. Nope. This was not brooding. This was staring intently.

[omg I'm trying to avoid work. open roof is open, of course]

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The roof was a very good place to be emo. Which would be why Peyton was here.

Until she saw who else was here. "Oh God. Not you."

Chuck looked to the left and right of him before pointing to himself. "Not me?"

Well that was mean.

Peyton sighed. "Yes, you. Sorry. Just... today already sucks and... never mind."

"Well now I have to know what I did to get that sort of reaction," Chuck said. He took a hit of his joint and exhaled before speaking again. "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I did something. I usually do. I just like having specifics."

"Slept with the guy I'm seeing?" she suggested.

"Gonna have to be more specific than that," Chuck said even though he knew who she was talking about. "I sleep with a lot of guys."

She just rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever."

Chuck pretended to think for a moment or two. "Oh, are you talking about Dean? I thought I saw you next to him yesterday when I was saying goodbye to Mary."

Oh god, that kid. He kind of missed her.

"I didn't realize the two of you were dating," he said. "He didn't mention anything when we were together, anyway. If he had..."

Chuck would have done it anyways.

"We're not exclusive," Peyton said drily. "Doesn't mean I have to like the fact he slept with a guy he hates."

"Nobody seems to like it, myself included," Chuck said. Well...Hannibal seemed amused by it. That was one. "But I think it's very sweet that we were able to put aside our many, many differences long enough to have a night of great sex."

Well now he was just screwing with her.

"Wow, good for you," Peyton said. "Should I applaud or something?"

"If you feel like it, sure," Chuck replied. "I always like having my greatness recognized."

"Oh God, I may just be sick instead," she said. "Greatness?"

"...yes?" Chuck said. "I suppose there are other synonyms I could use but that was the first one that popped into my head."

"Wow. I don't know why Angela thinks so highly of you," Peyton said, shaking her head.

"I can be quite charming when I want to be," Chuck said. "You've never given me a chance. You shouldn't be so touchy because I slept with your boyfriend. It's nothing personal. I slept with Angela's boyfriend and she still likes me."

"...then again I slept with Angela too so I guess that would be the pot calling kettle black if she got mad about it," Chuck decided.

"I can't say I've seen much evidence of your charm," Peyton admitted. "But don't worry, it's really not about who you have sex with, I wasn't a fan before you hooked up with Dean."

"And here I thought I've always been nice to you," Chuck said. Well. Niceish.

"I guess the whole trying to get into my pants when I was drunk off my head, might have colored my opinion," she said drily.

"I thought that was very nice of me," he said with a smirk. "It's not like you wouldn't have enjoyed yourself."

"And there's that gigantic ego again."

Though she couldn't quite deny that she'd certainly wondered about that.

"Oh, that's not ego. That's just the truth. It's what I'm best at," Chuck said. "But if you have your doubts I'm sure Dean would be happy to enlighten you."

Being a jackass was a close second on the list of things he was good at.

She couldn't help it, she shuddered at the thought. "Oh, I think not. Though it's a little sad to have that as your best talent. It doesn't go so well on most resumes. Unless you're planning on porn star as a career?"

"I'm a billionaire," Chuck said. Clearly that would answer her question.

"Wow, I didn't know the sex industry paid that well."

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