...figures.

He's no longer throwing up, just sitting with his knees tucked up in the bathroom.

--Does tapee seriously think she's going to do something sinister, or is he just mucking bullshit.

Not sinister, exactly. But he knows how she and her sisters are with pledges, though she never tells him that much unless he and his friends are involved in the hazing. He doesn't know what she'll do when she's really serious about fucking with someone.

(Secretly he's threatened by her. It causes tension in their relationship.)

Augh.

She briefly considers whether she needs to dismantle the entire greek life on campus, before deciding that the pledges volunteer for it and are therefor lower on the priority list and can be dealt with later.

Does he know where she is right now?

She’ll probably be getting out of class soon. She already ate lunch (she likes to do it early, and skip breakfast). He knows where the building is.

Edie stalks back to her table, grabs something portable from her lunch tray, and eats it menacingly as she stalks out of the hall.

When Girlfriend gets out of class, Edie is leaning against the opposite wall, raising an eyebrow at her.

Girlfriend is, naturally, the world’s most perfect bottle blonde.

She stops and stares.

“Umm...hi? Can I help you with something?”

"I think we ought to talk."

“Um, sorry, I don’t think I know you...”

(If Edie happens to look, this is a lie.)

"We have at least one mutual acquaintance. Also? I am very hard to lie to."

She stares, for a moment, then stalks closer.

“Are you reading my mind?”

"Of course I'm not," she says dryly. "I, unlike you, have ethics. I don't need to read your mind to know you're lying to me."

She narrows her eyes.

“You didn’t have a problem mind-controlling my boyfriend.”

"I didn't do a thing to his mind. Yes, I knocked him unconscious and then operated his motor control, but honestly, if you have a better idea for how to discourage assault without getting the police involved I'd love to hear it."

“You forgot the part where you made him strip in front of you and your gay boyfriend.”

"We turned around. Also, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a girl."

“If he hadn’t been gross nothing would’ve happened anyway!”

"Yes, because breaking a rib is absolutely a proportionate response to blowing a kiss."

She looks shocked for a second, then shakes her head and scowls again.

“If he had really hurt him he wouldn’t have been walking around fine that night.”

"He heals. That's his power, that and some shapeshifting."

Girlfriend clearly makes note of this.

“Then it seems fair to me.”

"Point the first: your boyfriend didn't know he healed when he did it. Point the second: intimidating a freshman into putting syrup of ipecac in his food. Point the third: what in the name of all that anyone considers holy made you think, after the duct tape incident, that antagonizing me like that again was a good idea?"

“The puking was payback for hanging him up naked in public, obviously. And if we lie down and let you walk all over us, you’ll just do whatever you want.”

Sigh.

"No."

“No?”