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Delicate
- (of a state or condition) easily upset or affected

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"Get out of my way, freak," Kylo fusses, shoving her off to the side.

Rey gasped as she hits the wall, fortuitously dropping her books onto the floor. Before she picks them up, she studies Kylo in the distance, who seems to be conversing with Hux and his fellow goons, chortling delightedly in contentment. It wasn't before long when she caught his eye as he tended a quick glance over the distant side of the hallway, regarding her conceitedly with a smugly smirk. Rey eventually didn't heed his imperiousness, inasmuch as she wouldn't dare to tear down her own reputation inopportunely beforehand.

Crouching down to pick up her stuff on the floor, she felt a distinctively unknowable presence approaching her closely.

"Let me help you," a guy genuinely uttered as he hunkered down alongside her, arduously lending her a hand.

Rey contemplated him keenly, trying to recognize his subsistence wherein she couldn't decipher without a hitch, seeing as she actually never knew him since then. She could conceivably ring down the curtain on that certitude, per simply questioning him through her abiding curiosity.

"Um, here's your stuff," he mumbles gently to his feet, leaving a short, kind grin.

"Oh, thanks," she then muttered, her mouth curved into a smile. "By the way, I hardly see you around here that much. Are you new?"

"Yeah. Frankly, I'm an exchange senior student. My family and I just moved in from Sydney, Australia during the summer," he expounded. And to cordially address himself, he decently held out his hand to strike up an acquaintance, "The name's Poe, by the way. Poe Dameron."

"Nice meeting you, Poe. I'm Rey Kenobi," Rey successively outstretched hers, taking his hand in an amiable clasp.

From afar, Kylo could oversee their inducing conversation, and yet, he couldn't help but longingly glare at the sight of it. It shouldn't anywise be a big deal, though why does it seem to be so significantly consequential? They both have a loathing for each other — or rather Rey, in particular, who hates him more than anything else — wherein he apparently appears to be enjoying too much, and thus is indeed a fact he couldn't fairly deny himself, either.

"Somebody snaking on 'ya, Kylo?" Hux then shortly intervenes, questioning his abruptly obscure reticence as he solely manages to descry his prevailing quaintness, indicating an erratically foolish remark.

"What are you, nuts? Don't be such a weenie, Hux," Kylo implies derisively to gainsay his delusions.

"Well, all I could say is: split it, and don't sweat it. I'm positively sure you can run circles around those jerks," he reassures him his sophistry, still being a weenie he's been set forth to tell off. "Come on, guys, let's go for a slice of pizza."

And they soon tramped away, with Kylo leaving his subtle insanities behind.

"Jeez. Every teacher I got this year has flunked me at least once," Hux grouses naggingly, kicking up a fuss.

"And if you don't watch it, you're gonna be spending all your time in Holdo's office," DJ, a feather-headed, lunatic maniac who responsibly went out stealing hubcaps amid the entire summer, promptly chimes in.

"Yeah, well, this year she's gonna wish she's never seen me."

"Oh, yeah? And what are you gonna do? Take her crap?" he added.

"I don't take no crap from nobody," Hux stated directly.

"Armitage?" Down the near side of the hall, Ms. Holdo calls out, taking a close approach as she steps out of her office.

"Oh, hello, ma'am," Hux greeted respectfully, forcing a smile.

"I just received a recent report regarding your attendance. Weren't you supposed to be in homeroom earlier this morning?"

"I was just going for a walk," he demurred refutably for his reasoning, which did quite sounded illogically fallacious and dubious to be said true.

"You were just dawdling, weren't you?" Ms. Holdo disputably reasserted his claim, moreover denoting incredulity, "Well, that is no way to start a new semester, Mr. Gleeson."

Hux then began muttering in Italian, not a single word to be cognized from his constant blabbering.

And yet, she ceaselessly continued her sermon, drastically regarding him a somewhat frivolous remark, "Perhaps a session of banging erasers after school would put you on the right track?"

"Yes, ma'am," Hux confided.

"Are you just gonna stand there all day?" she questions.

"No, ma'am— I mean, yes, ma'am— I mean, I'm just, um—" he replied capriciously, flustered.

"Well, which is it, yes or no?" Ms. Holdo queries, indulging him to dependably mull over his incentive.

"No, ma'am," he says.

"Good. Then, move," she curtly directed, then scuffles away observantly forthwith down the hall.

As they traced their way along the still, narrow halls, Kylo advances alongside to cut in, "I'm glad you didn't take any of her crap, Hux. You would've told her off, huh?"

"With relish," Hux infers ironically, implying satisfaction.

***

At lunch, the cafeteria was extremely crowded, with variously far-flung expanse of chatters everywhere to be heard around each and every zone; tables were fully occupied, respectively.

At a close breadth, Rey spotted Finn, together with their dear pal, Rose, sitting obediently at their table as they wait.

"Hey, you guys, how's it going?" she addresses her greeting towards them, showing off a warm, pleasant smile.

"Peachy keen, jelly bean," Rose greets her back, similarly flashing a torrid grin.

"This guy here is Poe Dameron," she formally introduces as she keeps a close foreword in touch to one another, "And that's Rose Tico, and this is Finn Storm. He just moved here from Sydney, Australia."

"Have a seat," Finn cordially invites, flaunting comity, "All seats are probably taken. Anyways, how are things down under?"

"Oh, fine, thanks," Poe uttered as he perches himself a seat beside them.

Rey discreetly went dumb, merely staring at her lunch tray as she languidly twiddles the fork in her hand, fiddling with her macaroni, "God, I feel like a defective typewriter."

"You think you're PG?" Rose snaps, brusquely striking to intimate her allegation.

Rey couldn't take it in, thus she asks, "PG?"

"You know, a bun in the oven?" Rose reiterated, however much more plausible to fatally rebut, "Or, like, perhaps you're—" and yet, she briefly pauses, as if the words at the edge of her tongue tend to slide back down her throat. "You know what I mean," she then restated, altering her supposed sentence.

Rey was apparently unsure of what it meant. PG? A bun in the oven? What could it all possibly conduce to connote? "Welp, you're sorry cos I'm too innocent."

"I know, I'm being intolerably delusional," Rose fully acknowledges, keeping her overdrawn delusions together, "But, in any case, it's probably just a misconception of mine."

A few tables distantly far from them, Kylo and his platoon of dimwits lumped together, consequently effectuating strident dins that could be outwardly heard in an extent.

"Hey, Armi, want a piece of salami?" DJ ludicrously punned.

"How about I give you a real smack in the face, what'd you say?" Hux sneers at him, sending a threatening glare for badly wanting to clock his puss. "If I eat that, I'll smell like you," he added.

But for basically being a turkey, DJ witlessly questions, "Really? Why so?"

"Because it stinks, you dopeass moron!" he snarled, thrashing him across the head with a clump of balled-up paper bag.

Kylo remained mum with his typical aloofness, which is very much unlikely such that being so is vitally out of his idiosyncrasy. By and by he stood up, taking the chance to chew over his aberrant thoughts freely.

"Hey, Kylo, you gonna flog your log?" Hux avowedly questions his leave.

Kylo stops to a halt, suppressing himself from walking, "Much better than hanging around with you dorks," he exclaims, carrying through his plod to respite.

"Anyway," in the interim, Rose continues her babbling, "did you get a look at Solo this morning? Lookin' pretty good this year, huh, Rey?"

The instance he heard those improbable words, Finn suddenly chimes in, recessing himself from savoring his meal, "You mean the monster? Is that even accountable?"

"I don't give a crap about him being attractive at all. I wouldn't dare," Rey blurted out, "For as what Finn said, he's a monster. And, I wouldn't ever forget how he left me with all the egg on my face amidst my years here in college."

"I highly have no doubts. And, well, speaking of the devil," Finn mumbles, keeping an eye out for Kylo in an approaching touch, "...he's coming."

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