Full of Greed

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Scene 1: Elle's Apartment

Leo Rylin

I knock on her bedroom door but she hardly looks up. "Your mom let me in."

"I'm almost ready, hold on." Elle continues to frantically move around her room searching for something.

"What's going on?"

"I can't find the last page of my essay," she whined.

"Well, calm down, I'll help you."

I pick her book bag off of the floor and open it. "It's not in there. I looked."

"It could be stuck in a notebook or something," I said while sifting through them. I didn't see any loose sheets of paper, but I grabbed a balled-up slip from between her folders. "Admission to the Metropolitan Museum of Art?"

"Give me that." She took it out of my hand, though I saw another still in her bag.

"Why do you have museum tickets?"

"Maybe I like museums."

"You want me to take you?"

"We're not going."

"Okay?" I said in confusion. "So, are you going with Claudia?"

"No, Leo."

"Then why'd you buy them?"

"I didn't!" She huffed. "Heather gave them to me as a joke. I'm not falling for it. She needs to give it a rest."

"...what'd she say?"

"That I should make it a date with you."

She always liked that word.

"I-"

"No, we're not talking about it anymore." Elle crossed her arms. "You need to give it a rest too."

"I found the rest of your essay." Stuck in a notebook like I figured. There was a corner piece poking out.

"Oh." She sighed, guiltily and frowned. "Thank you." Elle approached me slowly before wrapping her arms around my neck. "Sorry."

"Mhm."

"No one goes on dates to museums anyway. We go to the movies and make out in the back like normal people."'

I laughed to myself and nodded. "I'll take you to see a movie."

"After work on Friday?"

"Okay."

"Don't bring your friends," Elle said, sternly.

"Don't bring yours."

Scene 2: 55th Street

Audrey Michaels

"Is it bad that I'm extremely attracted to you in this?" Natalia smirked.

"Yes, Natalia, I look like a politician."

"I'd vote for you."

I held back a flattered smile and instead turned to her. "I am going to destroy this Maisilyn girl. She won't know what hit her."

"Make her cry."

"Oh, I promise. She will be sobbing by the end of this."

Natalia smiled. "Tell the superintendent that she actively pushes over freshman."

"I might mention her inclination for vandalizing city property."

"As well as her blatant intolerance for authority figures."

"Worst case scenario," I shrug, "I'll sic Trevor on her."

"I could take care of her for you."

"Yes, but then that wouldn't be my worst-case scenario."

"Have you been with him recently?" She asked, attempting to sound nonchalant as if I haven't noticed their unfriendly exchanges. She can't stand him, and he can't take anything seriously enough to care.

"No, he's been keeping to himself. Something must be going on, but I haven't gotten a chance to ask."

"You should leave him alone, then. People are mean when they're stressed."

"Trevor knows better than to be mean to me. Besides, it's nothing I can't handle."

"...right."

I turn to face her. "Now, remind me, how attractive am I exactly?"

A smile returned to her pretty face.

"Extremely," she emphasized, laying down while I climbed onto her.

I kissed her and our lipstick shades turned violet-red. "If I'm not out of here in 10 minutes, I'll be late."

"Oh, no," Natalia said, playfully— leaving the shape of her lips on my neck and the smell of her perfume on my clothes.

The phone rings on my nightstand and I grudgingly answer, Natalia still latched to my skin.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I am calling for Audrey Michaels."

"This is she."

"I'm so glad I reached you, Ms. Michaels. Superintendent Adams is out of his office today and has to reschedule with you for another time or wait to speak to you at the upcoming school board meeting."

My eyes rolled. "I will not be at that meeting."

"You're withdrawing?" She sounded surprised.

"The seat wasn't given to me this year," I said through gritted teeth.

"I believe Ms. Brody asked that you be put on, as well."

I gasped. "What a skank."

"Excuse me?" The receptionist said offendedly.

"Thank you, goodbye."

"What happened?" Natalia asked.

"You will not believe this."

Scene 3: Addington High Interior Courtyard

Alison Sinclair

"Evelyn," I waved and headed toward her while she glanced up from her organizer in bewilderment.

"...I haven't spoken to Jace."

"That's okay, I'm not here about him." I took a seat beside her on the bench. "How are you? You look great today. I love your shoes."

"Okay..." she said with a confused glare.

"Well," I sighed, seeing the small talk was not working. "I don't know how to say this...so I'm just going to say it. Everyone spreads some pretty nasty things about you around school and maybe around the city. Who knows if any of it is true, but it doesn't matter as long as someone is still saying it."

Evie scoffed. "I've heard nasty things about you too."

"That's my point. They talk about us, Brooke Hampton, Caitlin Lenois, Jasmine Morray, and probably plenty more. Why do we let them?"

"Let them? Do you think I signed my name on the Addington tramp sheet?"

"So, we should do something about it," I proposed. "Do you want to sleep over at my house Saturday?"

"Um..." she looked at me apprehensively.

"We need time to get everything we know about them out on the table."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, together, we have enough material to rip the seams out of their egos." She shrugged and nodded. "Between the two of us, we could write a learner's manual for Jace's next girlfriend," I joked.

"She'd need more than a manual. We'd have to keep her in our prayers."

"If everyone knew just how embarrassing they really are— they'd clean up, for sure. We could scare them into treating their dates better. Imagine we're the reason they stop pressuring every girl they're with into sex and then shaming her for doing it."

"That sounds nice and all, but I've said things about guys before. It doesn't stick."

"We'll make it stick."

"I don't know," she admits. "It's our last year...I've been fine ignoring them."

"It's not enough to ignore what they say. I want to rip their tongues out."

Scene 4: Addington High

Heather Blakely

"Hey." Leo stopped me in the hall.

"Yes?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and chuckled. "What if I was just saying 'hi?'"

"You wouldn't."

He shrugged. "I could."

"But you don't."

"You don't either."

"Hi."

"Hey," Leo replied, and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright, fine. Elle doesn't want to go to your art exhibit."

"It's not my exhibit, but she doesn't have to. It was a peace offering."

"She doesn't trust you. She thinks it's a trick."

"And what do you think?"

He didn't immediately respond.

"What's the dress code for this thing?"

"It's a formal event, so..." Leo sighed in dissatisfaction. "You don't have to go. It was only a gesture."

"See you there, since we're such good friends now," he said sarcastically.

I jokingly rolled my eyes. "Great...but, I did tell her that we wouldn't interact if she went."

"Me and you?"

"And her."

"...why?"

"She'd prefer it that way."

"Oh." He nodded in understanding. "Thanks for the heads up...and thanks for doing this, by the way. You didn't have to."

My lips pressed into a thin smile. "It's no bother."

At the risk of this becoming an awkward moment between the two of us, I walked away from him without forcing a 'goodbye.'

It wasn't this hard talking to Jace after we broke up, though we weren't exactly friends either. Speaking to Leo feels like trying to run in a dream.

I look behind me and see that he hasn't made it that far, as if he waited a while before he decided to leave. Perhaps he stood there wondering how he could convince his girlfriend to accept the olive branch. The one I wouldn't have offered if I didn't feel guilty taking my anger for Leo out on her. Maybe I am a bad person.

I stop walking at the sound of sniffling and pacing footsteps coming from the staircase. When I peer in— Danny is behind them, wiping his nose on his sleeve and staring outside. He looks as if he has every symptom of the flu that ever occurred.

"What do you want?" He snarked.

"Are you sick?"

"No, go away."

His skin is clammy, his eyes are red and puffy. He might pass out. "...I can get the nurse."

"I don't need a damn nurse."

"Leo was just here, do you want-"

"For fuck's sake, go to your class or something."

I glare disgustedly at him. "Don't die on school property. They'll cancel events out of respect."

The door opens as I'm entering the hall and I pause to listen to another person speak.

"Jesus, you look gross," they said to him.

"Think I don't know that? What do you got on you?"


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