laography | she fell in love in the first place

"All beach, huh. Sounds like a real hardship," Anita remarked, suppressing the urge to let out a derisive snort. "Somehow, though, I think I'll survive."

She paused, looking a little unsure. She figured she knew what was going on inside her friend's head, even if Elisabeth wasn't saying it out loud. 'Go after him, gurl, or someone else will beat you to it.' She'd heard the speech before.

"That's kind of sad, actually," she noted, frowning momentarily. As someone who had lost her own mother, she could sympathize, to a degree -- but she'd been lucky. She'd wound up with a great adoptive family that had gone to great lengths to make sure her life was both stable and comfortable. She was beyond appreciative.

"He's in my Chemistry class," she added. It hadn't occurred to her to share that information until now. "Dean, that is."

"It'll be so hard to endure without you." She would have a good time; she always did. It just sucked when she couldn't hang at an awesome place with her besties. She made friends superficially when she went on these vacations, but it wasn't the same.

Despite her lack of trying, there were things that Elisabeth wasn't capable of understanding. She understood that parts of Anita's circumstances and a lot of what she knew about the Winchester brothers was very sad, but she couldn't relate. Nothing bad ever really happened in her life. For all intents and purposes, she was extremely privileged. "Yeah."

She didn't liked being bogged down by sad things, either, so she pressed on to inquire about other things. "Really. Wait, are you in smart science this year or is he in dumb science?" There was a difference since he was a year ahead.

"Oh, don't worry. I would never leave you to suffer that fate."

Those beaches couldn't lie on themselves, after all.

She snorted in reply to Elisabeth's question regarding science, shaking her head. Well, if nothing else, she could always trust Lis to be blunt and to the point. "I'm in smart science," she said automatically, a smirk pulling at her lips. "I'm in the senior Physics class this year."

"I knew you wouldn't be so cruel."

Elisabeth raised a brow. She was a decent student, but Anita's grades were always better. Honestly, she stopped her grade competition with Anita as soon as they started high school. She was often too distracted by other things once puberty hit, and that affected her school performance considerably- although not enough for her parents to pay particular attention. Being the youngest meant she got away with more anyway, though.

"Well, aren't you something. Physics though, that's some deep stuff. I know a thing or two about it. For every grope, there's an equal and opposite regrope, right?"

Anita, on the other hand, had the advantage of being a person who actually enjoyed school. Certain subjects, anyway. Sure, it made her a big nerd, but her interest in science and history were enough to make even the most wretched school day bearable. Of course, Lis was no slouch when she was actually paying attention, and she did well enough that her parents never gave her any trouble about her grades, but Anita didn't have Lis' lively social life to distract her.

"Oh, yes, very heavy," Anita told her in mock-seriousness, grinning at her over the edge of her cup before taking a long sip of her espresso. "You'd ace the class, no problem."

Elisabeth was very knowledgeable, after all.

"Somehow, I don't think I'll get to prove that principle in class, though."

Lis wasn't so sure, but she would never say so. She honestly disliked science and planned on only taking the required number of science classes to be able to graduate. She enjoyed her English classes well enough though, but mostly for reading the literature. She hated it once it was time to write the essays.

"Well, no. Newton's Law of Getting Laid usually isn't something to demonstrate in class. That's what afterschool tutoring is for."

"Something to keep in mind if I take up tutoring later in the semester?" Anita suggested, only half-joking. It was obvious by now that any tutoring she did would be the strictly educational sort, which she supposed made her terribly boring on Lis' scale, but hey. You never knew. Maybe she would get the opportunity to tutor just the right person.

Hmm.

"I wonder if he'd need tutoring," she mused aloud, pursing her lips slightly. "Considering he's slept through two out of three classes so far."

Lis knew that Anita was really boring. Like calculus textbook boring, but she loved the girl anyway, and was convinced that she'd one day get through to her. Teach her a thing or two about having fun. Or at least she hoped that Anita would get tired of her pushing and go out and find for herself.

"Oh, hot. Tutor him real good, girl."

Anita was of the opinion that she had a whole lot of fun -- just a different flavor. Of course, it was hard to explain to Lis exactly what it was her family did on weekends and around full moons. It was difficult to not be able to explain such an integral part of your life with your best friend, but the fact of the matter was that she spent enough time with pack that even if she did have a broader social circle among her classmates, she would have been overstimulated and exhausted.

Seriously. Being the alpha's kid was pretty time-consuming sometimes. She imagined it would only be more demanding if she had fur and fangs.

She grinned, not having any interest in turning Lis away from the topic of discussion for the time being. "Hey, if the opportunity comes around, I just might have to let you give me some pointers after all."

She'd still skip the hands-on lessons, though. No offense, Lis.

See, Lis was used to Anita being busy with her family all the time. She didn't get it, but her family and extended family weren't as close as Anita's seemed to be. It was kind of weird, but she adored Anita's dads and the other relatives she'd met over the years were nice, so she didn't mind it. Even if she sometimes wondered whether their frequent family game nights were cult-related.

Okay, so in a way, she was envious. But in a good way.

"That better be the first thing you do." She was super serious. "Or at least call and give me all the details after."

If only Lis were the only person in Beacon Hills who thought all their family togetherness was cult-related. It really didn't help that Stiles actively told people that it was. That was some quality sheriffing right there.

"Please, as if I'd ever do anything like that without reporting to you immediately afterwards. Who else would I tell? Or more specifically, who else would I tell that would actually want to know? I know you've got a questionnaire somewhere, ready to whip out the minute you need me to rate a touchy-feely experience."

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	For the life of me, I cannot remember What made us think that we were wise And we'd never compromise For the life of me, I cannot believe We'd ever die for these sins We were merely freshmen