"Yeah, yeah, whatever, brainiac school that I somehow ended up in - and God knows where I'll go when the Powers That Be figure that out -" Peyton said as she shinnied down the fire escape almost as smoothly as Peter. Former cheerleader, hello.
She turned and made a face at him. "Not ugly," she said. "But you have to admit, most of the guys are more like the proverbial 98 pound weakling. Doesn't mean they won't grow up hot, but right now? Nope. And, hey, aren't like most of them rich already? Yet another way I don't fit in."
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Date: 2018-01-24 12:28 am (UTC)She turned and made a face at him. "Not ugly," she said. "But you have to admit, most of the guys are more like the proverbial 98 pound weakling. Doesn't mean they won't grow up hot, but right now? Nope. And, hey, aren't like most of them rich already? Yet another way I don't fit in."