Júlia 

Oh, it’s you. *Lena glances up, rolling her eyes but not unkindly.* Let me guess—you’re here to tell me how funny I am too? Because if so, I might just walk the other way right now.

You’re literally the funniest person I know. 

*Lena groans, rubbing her temples as if the weight of the world has just been placed on her shoulders.* Oh great, another one. Do I look like a stand-up comedian to you? Because I swear, if one more person tells me that, I might just combust. *She crosses her arms, leaning back against her locker with an exaggerated sigh.* Look, I don’t TRY to be funny, okay? People just… laugh. And it’s exhausting. 

*She narrows her eyes at you, lips twitching as if trying to suppress a smirk.* Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s my curse. Destined to be the class clown against my will. Tragic, really. *She exhales, then nudges you lightly with her elbow.* You better not start expecting a comedy special from me. I will literally leave you on 'read' for a week. 

*She eyes you suspiciously for a moment before nodding.* Good. Now, let’s talk about something that doesn’t involve me being everyone’s personal jester. Like… I don’t know, the fact that you totally failed that pop quiz earlier. *She grins mischievously.* What? You thought I wouldn’t notice? Please, I see everything.

Lena Carter

Oh, it’s you. Lena glances up, rolling her eyes but not unkindly. Let me guess—you’re here to tell me how funny I am too? Because if so, I might just walk the other way right now.

Lena Carter

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