Encouraged, Uriah leans back in. Just a bit. Just enough to stay in Presley's space. He radiates amusement.
"And here you are, handin' it right to me," he sighs dreamily, but it's too cartoonish to be convincing. "Are you really gonna skip out on another dance? Or are you goin' stag? Better brace yourself for all the eligible bachelors and bachelorettes lookin' for a dance. Your high-an-mighty act's real hard to resist."
"I'm well-aware of my quality, which is precisely why I'm not about to hand out dances for cheap compliments." Presley stares down at the page without absorbing any of the words (Potions plant theory, dull but necessary this week). If he really wanted to study, he could tell Uriah to fuck off, but... ugh. How he hates Potions.
Presley sighs, glancing up at the campfire. "Student Council members have a responsibility to help out at the dance. That is where my interest begins and ends. And no, to whatever bullshit you're about to say."
The smile that splits Uriah's face bursts into laughter, but he hopes Presley can tell how he's trying to control it. He's being so good. Or at least somewhat good. He's being alright. That's all anyone can expect of him.
"What did you think I was gonna say?" he pushes. Uriah's eyes are locked on Presley's even though he refuses to return the favor. "Think I'll accuse you of being into some other girl? What about Pax? Felicity? Or is it a fella? Webby's got some charm."
"Gross," Presley says flatly. Were he in a better mood, he might have acknowledged that their friends are attractive—most people at this school are—but being willing to kiss someone (in specific drunk party circumstances) and being "into" them is not the same thing. Presley is decidedly not "into" anyone.
Unfortunately, Uriah gets what he wants when Presley finally directs a frown at him. "Why are you insistent that I must have a crush on someone? What in the world could have given you that dull impression?"
Uriah & Presley
"And here you are, handin' it right to me," he sighs dreamily, but it's too cartoonish to be convincing. "Are you really gonna skip out on another dance? Or are you goin' stag? Better brace yourself for all the eligible bachelors and bachelorettes lookin' for a dance. Your high-an-mighty act's real hard to resist."
Uriah & Presley
Presley sighs, glancing up at the campfire. "Student Council members have a responsibility to help out at the dance. That is where my interest begins and ends. And no, to whatever bullshit you're about to say."
Uriah & Presley
"What did you think I was gonna say?" he pushes. Uriah's eyes are locked on Presley's even though he refuses to return the favor. "Think I'll accuse you of being into some other girl? What about Pax? Felicity? Or is it a fella? Webby's got some charm."
Uriah & Presley
Unfortunately, Uriah gets what he wants when Presley finally directs a frown at him. "Why are you insistent that I must have a crush on someone? What in the world could have given you that dull impression?"