“What are you staring at? Oh, I forgot, my beauty.”


“Very funny. Actually I was looking at the poster behind you. Dang, why is it always so hot in this class?”


“Sorry, my bad.”


“That is the first time I’ve heard you apologize for anything.”


“That’s because this is the first time anything has been my fault, ‘cause I am never wrong.”


“That is not true.”


“Yes it is. See another 100…and what did you get?”


“I got a 92.”


“Aww too bad, a B.”


“B’s are good.”


“Maybe you think so. I got a 100, again.”


“You are so conceited.”


“No, I’m not.”


“Well you sure act it.”


“Well, I’m not. Besides you don’t even know me.”


“If you aren’t conceited then you are well on your way to becoming it.”


“Shut-UP!”


“Why because I am right and you’re not, because you’re not perfect.”


“I’m not conceited!”


“Then what are you?” … “Huh? Stuck up, mean, a snob, what?”


“…Insecure…afraid…lonely.”