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The Roof [Thursday evening]

So. She was really, obviously,stupid to think that things would be different here, right? Like...she could just have friends here, and be happy, and oh, god, last week she'd had a party and people had come and no one had made fun of her or paid her at all, and she had a homecoming date, and --

Well. Probably not, anymore. Olive was back to feeling just as ostracized as she had back in Ojai. And it wasn't even that she was embarrassed about what she'd done -- that was a little bit of it, sure. But the reason she was up here on the roof, crying, her knees tucked up to her chest -- and crap, now the cliches were following her, too -- was that she'd gotten used to things just being...normal here. And now the whole thing had followed her after all, and there was a common room of people she actually cared about laughing at her all trussed up in lingerie, who all knew about all of the lying.

So, yeah. Cliche or not, she would just sit here and feel sorry for herself, and then run back down to her room and pack her things before Karolina could notice she was gone. Or something. That didn't seem like the most intelligent course of action, but she couldn't think clearly at the moment.

[totally open, obviously.]

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"And I got expelled," Olive reminded her, ignoring the cereal for the moment, "and people at school still pretty much think I gave a kid chlamydia, and that I slept with half the student body, and I ruined my favorite teacher's marriage...."

Okay, so all that stuff was important to Olive. And some of it kinda was. But. "Okay, you didn't ruin that guy's marriage, his ho-bag wife who was all sleeping with a student did. Not cool." Kenzi cocked her head. "And that's why you left, right? But you're here now, so..." She scowled. "How can they still think you gave a guy clap after that all went down?"

"People are dumb. And it's not like I care what anyone thinks, obviously, but...." Olive shrugged, sighing. "I kinda care what people think. Not everyone. But coming in and seeing people who I thought were my...who I thought I was cool with, watching it? Yeah."

"Ohjeez." That, Kenzi got. She offered Olive a bottle of soda. "Sorry? I mean, really sorry. It was there in the Common Room, and it was on the web, and I always put up shit that I think is hilarious and I ... damn. We should've called you before we started watching and... it was funny! You're funny! And that costume was sweet! And... Olive, it didn't change how I think about you, allright?" Look, she'd used her name! Not called her dude! Completely sincere, here!

Olive just rested her head on her knees. "Okay," she said, because she really didn't believe that. People would think of her differently, now, no matter what. "I mean, obviously it was out there and I knew about it, but I just didn't think people were gonna find it here."

Kenzi winced. She wasn't gonna name names, but... yeah. "There's a lot of hackers and crackers here, and finding anything that's just on the web isn't even like a challenge to them." She sighed. Scooted closer. "Look. I'm serious. People thought it was cool. It was very in-your-face to those Cross My Bra types! How much do we not care about them?" Cereal spilled as she gestured. "A lot! Tons!"

"Marianne can suck my dick," Olive agreed tonelessly. "Not that I have one. Obviously. Since now we've all seen all my goods and oh my god I held up those pictures of me in the webcast. Everyone's seen the outfits."

Oh, good, a new thing to freak out over.

"I was asking Toby if I should get you to design some stuff for 'Dite's," Kenzi said, cheerfully. Possibly not helpfully. "They were smokin'. And hey, I can get Topher to ruin her credit if you want?"

"She has God on her side. We'd never win," Olive told her, and that was the closest she'd come to a joke, yet. "And no, they were -- I mean, okay, I looked sort of hot but also...not like me, and people didn't need to see that, ever."

"Hug the elephant harder," Kenzi suggested, eating more chocolate. "This is what it's like to have shame, right?" She paused. "Look, if I tell you something that embarrasses me, would it make you feel better?"

"I don't even have a lot of shame," Olive noted, obediently hugging the elephant. I was just kind of...blindsided. But if you wanna share, go ahead."

"Ummm..." Okay, now she had to think of something that actually embarrassed her. Not sex. Not her family; sometimes they were embarrassing, and her stepdad hating on her was bad, but, not the same kind of thing. This was about Olive. Something to make her feel smart and cool. 'Cause saying it didn't seem to be helping.

"Oh! Okay. Time I was uber-stupid. Right? I got roofied. Could've been really really ugly." She nodded hard. "Because I thought I could walk away with a free drink faster than a guy could follow me." She pointed at Olive. "See, you never would've been that dumb, am I right?"

Okay, now Kenzi had her attention. "Are you okay now?" Olive asked, her own tears forgotten, because seriously. "That was really fucking stupid of you."

Said out of concern, yes.

"Yeah, I'm good. I was lucky. I mean, I'd done that crap before, but... there's always the time you judge the guy wrong. Bo the Security Chick here, she was the bartender at that bar, and she followed us to the elevator, and got him off me when he was starting to get handsy. And mouthy. Gahh, he smelled." She grimaced at the memory.

"So see, other people? Do dumb crap too. Not that what you did was dumb," she backtracked. "Just... maybe not well-planned. Except that last part, I still say that was made of win."

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"There was a guy who did that to me," Olive said quietly. "I didn't talk about him on the webcast, but he took me on a date and afterwards gave me a Home Depot giftcard and figured he'd 'paid' for me. I guess no one gave him the heads up that it was fake." She shook her head. "And no, most of what I did was dumb. Like...almost all of it. The pep rally thing was partly Todd's idea so I can't take credit."

"That sucks." Kenzi scooted closer, frowning. "Shit. I'm sorry that happened." And could've been really bad, sounded like. "Are you okay about that now? And I'm sorry people were such dickheads about it, although Todd sounds like he was cool. But. You wanted to help Brandon, first, and then..." Kenzi could totally see how it kind of got away from her.

"I'm fine," Olive said, waving a hand. "I got away and Todd took me home after, and...yeah. Todd and Brandon were the only ones who were cool about the whole thing, too, and Brandon ran away from home and, well, obviously Todd and I broke up after credits rolled on this thing."

"Good," Kenzi said definitely. "And, yeah, and break-ups suck, and I'm sorry Brandon had to leave." She took a swig of her own drink. "Look. I'm not gonna tell you not to be upset? But. I'm sorry we watched, and I bet things go better here, even with that. 'Cause people here are cool."

[*varnishes stupid goat*]

"Yeah, no one's...made a sign yet," Olive noted thoughtfully, maybe a little optimistic about that. "That I've seen."

"There you go," Kenzi said in encouragement. "And the most judgey person I knew here graduated and left already, and besides that, it's not like she was all that bright, so who cares what she'd think? People know you're the awesome chick who started the Tuesday Pajama Club. And threw a great party over Fall Break. We all knew that stuff first. I get you're feeling all.. naked, kinda. But I don't think it'll get worse than this."

"I hope not," Olive noted with a sigh. "I just kind of wanted to be under the radar here, you know? So it sucks. But maybe it'll be...fine."

Maybe.

Kenzi patted her arm. "Keep the elephant. And come to Caritas for a smoothie or something, if you need to. I'm at the bar all night." She smiled a little, then got up. "Still awesome. I promise."

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