[Her eyes go comically wide, and she slowly nods her head. The first sign that what he's told her has made her anxiety go up to a ten is her teeth pressing against her lower lip, followed by her hands fidgeting together in between picking things up. The pacing comes next, hands knit together nervously, and she's grateful that she has the distraction of getting things back to the bike to focus on.]
But you'll help me learn, right? Really learn?
[She wants people to like her so badly that it's ridiculous. She wants friends, real ones. And she doesn't want to mess that up by saying the wrong thing. Life with the World Enders comes with a lot of rules, despite the fact they seem pretty chaotic and hedonistic. They've just got a different code that they live by, one she isn't used to.
He keeps telling her that he'll get her in with the gang, but she thinks there might be very real odds that she just won't fit in no matter how hard she tries.]
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But you'll help me learn, right? Really learn?
[She wants people to like her so badly that it's ridiculous. She wants friends, real ones. And she doesn't want to mess that up by saying the wrong thing. Life with the World Enders comes with a lot of rules, despite the fact they seem pretty chaotic and hedonistic. They've just got a different code that they live by, one she isn't used to.
He keeps telling her that he'll get her in with the gang, but she thinks there might be very real odds that she just won't fit in no matter how hard she tries.]