fandomhighdorms | 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.

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"You're just an insanely good person," Jim told her, tilting his head and looking over at her. "You can make all the excuses you want but I know the truth because I'm smarter than everyone else."

"I wore corsets and called a girl a twat," Olive pointed out. "Not a good person!"

Jim half smiled at her insistence that she wasn't a good person. She was trying to convince the wrong guy of that.

"Oh, Olive. One, that's nothing but I get that it's a lot to you," he started. "Two, wearing corsets and calling someone a name? That doesn't sign your deal with the devil, you know. Everyone does it. The fact that you regret it? That just drives home the whole 'good person' thing. A lot of people don't regret it."

He tended to be one of them. Sometimes.

"Everyone wears corsets?" She'd just hone in on that one. "Where's your slut suit? I wanna see."

Grasping at threads, yes.

"Hey, if you wanted to see me in as little clothes as possible, who am I to argue?" Jim told her, reaching for the bottom of his shirt so he could start taking it off.

It should be noted that he wasn't actually going to get naked or anything like that but if she wanted to test him, he'd call that bluff.

"Hey, hey now!" Olive said, holding out a hand to stop him. "First of all, you're gonna freeze, and secondly, I am a nice girl. Nice."

"It's not even cold out here!" Jim stated disbelievingly. "And sure, you're nice. You're also good. You're not gonna convince me otherwise. I saw what you did on whatever that was down there. I speak the truth. I'm not a good person. You are."

"You want to punch Topher for me!" she accused. "Good person! Good person right there!"

"You have a warped definition of good," Jim told her, shaking his head. He was so not a good person. Not in most people's minds, at least. "But this isn't about me. You need to not beat yourself up about this. Yeah, yeah, I know it's tough but people have seen worse. They're not gonna care that you did some stuff in the past."

"I just wasn't prepared for everyone to know," Olive said, shaking her head. "I might've told people on my own, eventually, but now everyone's...seen, and everyone knows, and it sucks."

"And I bet that after today? They forget about it," Jim told her with a shrug. "They've seen, they know, it's done. Teenagers do have short attention spans, remember."

The Roof [Thursday evening]

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