"Who are you?" Two-Bits demanded, roughly, addressing a pretty blonde leaning against Two-Bits's car. She grinned, widely, showing four billion perfect white teeth.
"I'm Daisy!" she chirped. Two-Bits grimaced. Great. A flower name.
"All right, Daisy. What are you doing leaning against my car?" she asked, dropping her backpack. Daisy's smile widened, and Two-Bits had a sudden sense of foreboding.
"Well, I saw you in the hall and decided to make you my new project!"
Whenever I see someone fortune than I (and let's face it: who isn't les fortunate than I?), my tender heart tends to start to bleed. And when someone needs a makeover, I simply have to take over. I know I know exactly what they need! And even in your case, though it's the toughest case I've yet to face—
Two-Bits glared at her.
—Don't worry—I'm determined to succeed. Follow my lead and yes, indeed, you will be…
Daisy grinned, apparently not noticing Two-Bits's Shut-Up-Before-I-Loose-My-Lunch face.
Popular! You're gonna be popular! I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flound.
Two-Bits made a gagging noise.
I'll show you what shoes to wear, how to fix your hair…Everything that really counts to be popular! I'll help you be popular! You'll hang with the right cohorts, you'll be good at sports, know the slang you've got to know. So let's start, 'cause you've got an awfully long way to go!
She finished her ditty and grinned, expectantly, at Two-Bits, who was staring back at her, arms folded, eyebrows raised.
"Well?" she prompted, when Two-Bits didn't respond. Two-Bits made a huff of indignance.
"I don't think so, Daisy. Go find someone else to be your blasted project. Now get away from my car."
Daisy frowned, and then waltzed off. Two-Bits chuckled and got in her car, headed for home.