He looked confused, “Um, I guess to the first, and yes to the second?”
I frowned, “Weird.”
He frowned too, “Why?”
I shrugged, “I didn’t know you knew words that were more than 6 letters long.”
He scowled, “Thanks, I call you introspective and you insult me. I’m never complimenting you again.”
“Hey,” I complained, “Is it my fault my mind has been filled with prejudices? Everyone in the whole world thinks jocks are stupid.”
He looked amused, “I’m a jock?”
I frowned, “duh.”
He was grinning now, “Aren’t jocks supposed to be hott?”
I blinked, still not getting it, “Yeah, I guess so.”
He gave me another crooked grin, “So you think I’m hott?”
I groaned, furious at myself for falling for that. “No comment,” I muttered.
“I think that’s a yes,” he accused triumphantly.
I groaned again, “You are so egocentric.”
He chuckled, “You aren’t so bad yourself, you know. Of course, you could go a little easier on the eyeliner…”
I shoved his shoulder, a little lighter than I meant to, “Shut up.”
He laughed.