“Seriously the main reason I have such a bad rep is because I don’t like rules and therefore don’t follow them. So everyone’s just like ‘Oh Lordie no he’s with the devil’” he said, the last part being in a high pitched Karen voice.
"But the best part about following the rules is that no one cares when you break them." She smirked. "Like me. No one can get mad at the sunflower good girl."
“Hm…..debatable. The thing is I don’t look as innocent so I doubt it’d work well for me.”
"Then maybe I can help." She stepped closer, tossing her hair out of her face. "Make your reputation a little less messy."
He let her get closer. “You’re going to have to make a very good argument to get me to agree.”
"Alright, maybe I should let you keep pissing people off. When you end up dying from a bullet wound next week shot by someone you ticked off one too many times, you'll wish you listened to me."
“You’re pretty mean for someone who supposedly has a good reputation.” He grumbled.
"A good reputation doesn't make a good person."
“True, very true” he said, and thought for a few seconds before sighing. “Fine. Try and fix me miss good reputation.”
"Oh no, I don't care about you. I care about what other people think about you. Do whatever the hell you want in private, I'm just your social life caretaker." Unless you make me start to care which is entirely possible…
“Great. It’s a deal then.” He said, offering her a hand to shake.
She shook his hand firmly. "Good to see you're so willing."
“Eh. I’m always up for new experiences.” He said casually.
(Now we actually have to make them care about each other. That's gonna be fun)
"You say that now."
((Ikr lol))
He rolled his eyes. “I also enjoy being difficult. So you’re welcome for being so willing.”
"I offered my help out of the kindness of my heart. Maybe it wasn't worth it."
“Guess we’re going to see if it was worth it or not. So tell me, how did you find out about my bad reputation in the first place.”
"How couldn't I? When my mom said we were moving, I had to look up this place and see what it was like. Your name showed up on more police reports in the newspaper than I can count."
“Okay that’s fair. So are you openly admitting to stalking me then ma’am?” He grinned.
"It's not stalking if it's public records."
“Whatever, stalker.” He teased.
"I'm no stalker, I'm more inconspicuous than that."
“Uh huh. Well now that we’ve made our lovely deal…what do we do now”
"Well I can't help someone I don't know so start talking. Tell me about yourself."
“What details do you want specifically? That’s too general of a question”