Moving. Yet again. Because this ducking stupid—
No. Get yourself under control. You know what happened that time—
Okay. New school. Mmhm. It's alright.
He arrives at the school...
"Allison is the beautiful, coquettish new girl with rich parents of mysterious but intriguing backgrounds."
"And there's you, friends with everyone and most eligible bachelor in school. All the teachers love you, and you're almost as good at programming as you are at holding us together."
"We're hashing out the details. It takes practice to tell the story of how you got married without any bumps, so we're starting now. Hillary and Bill have it down."
"Why not? I can be the charming Southern gentleman she picked up when she came to stay with her mother in a small town."
"Governors have mansions for their families, it's not too hard to pull off."
"His future wife is helping him plan it, and it's not an affair if all three of us know. And anyway, I'm not sure Ade is my type."
"I'd meant I want in on the whole politics thing but that's not bad, either. What is your type?" To Jackson: "And yours?"
"Hmm, yeah, I guess I'm not very much your type," he tells Lydia. And to Jackson: "Yours, on the other hand..."
He is not watching for Danny's reaction to this, but he is—let's call it primed.
Danny seems vaguely disquieted by all this flirting, and eats his lunch.
"Uh. I like people who are sweet but can handle themselves? Genuine, honest, someone who cares about people. Smart?"
Scott does not actually notice. He's getting better at not eavesdropping constantly.
He and Stiles are laughing about something or other. Sounds like it involves Star Wars.
Allison ducks her head, blushing.
"So Ade, I hear you're joining the team?"
"Have you ever played lacrosse? It's bigger here than at most schools, I've never seen anyone get this excited about it."
"I haven't, but I'm fairly athletic and it looks fun and this is a school where the popular kids who play the popular sport don't want my head on a spike, so."