[ There aren't any boys at the Academy. Just girls, even though there's a good share of them who're just as ballsy and as brash (only with tits). Polly Q's one of them, which means she likes talk — which means, at the end of the day, that she's ultimately harmless. Sure, names can sting and bites can leave a mark, but it's never anything worse than a skin-deep flaw. Other girls, nasty girls, do more than pull hair. They break hearts, they ruin lives, they take and they take and they take. Polly Q isn't like those girls because she doesn't know how that works, because she isn't selfish enough. (What she's good at is taunt, taunt, taunt and nobody gets it worse than Barry fucking Weiss.)
She hooks her fingers in the beltloops of her jeans and tugs down roughly, hard enough to expose the very top of her panties. Neon yellow and blue tiger stripe wink out at Barry as she makes a sneering sort of noise at him. ]
Know they're absolute shit right now, champ. An' ain't a goddamn thing you can do 'bout it.
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She hooks her fingers in the beltloops of her jeans and tugs down roughly, hard enough to expose the very top of her panties. Neon yellow and blue tiger stripe wink out at Barry as she makes a sneering sort of noise at him. ]
Know they're absolute shit right now, champ. An' ain't a goddamn thing you can do 'bout it.