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Summary: A humours fight Fitz and Clare have at school
"Watch where you're going." Fitz said to Clare after they had run into eachother. Clare snorted, "Whatever." Clare muttered gathering the books she had dropped on the floor.
"What did you say emu lover?" Fitz questioned. Clare chuckled.
"It's Emo you dimwit." Clare said standing up. Fitz grunted.
"I'm not a dimwhip." Fitz said glaring at her. That caused Clare to laugh again.
"I said dimwit." Clare said. Fitz shrugged. Clare pushed past Fitz to leave.
"Off to go make out with your little pansy boyfriend?" Fitz said smirking. At that Clare stopped dead in her tracks.
"You Mark Fitzgerald are a jerk, Ass, arrogant, inconsiderate, mindless, lowlife, butt-faced miscreant!" Fitz burst out laughing "Butt-faces miscreant?" Fitz asked.
"What?" Clare asked.
"I'm sorry, butt-faced miscreant?" Fitz said trying to hold back laughter. Clare groaned and looked at him. "It's not funny, that's what my definition of you is." Clare said.
"Whatever." Fitz said walking away. "Butt-faced miscreant." Fitz laughed to himself.