Italics: Ms. Know-it-all
Italics+Bold: Xander
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Avery seems to hate me. What were you thinking when you chose her to be my date?

Hey, don't blame me for trying to help. Also... You're a jerk and your reputation is stained, what did you expect?

Ouch. You really know how to wound me.

Thanks. So is the date over?

Yeah, I just dropped her home.

Do I have to find girl number two?

Yes. This date sucked. She didn't even let me kiss her.

Who says you are obligated to kiss someone on the first date?

You're so clueless. Have you ever been on a date before?

. . .

I knew it.

 I didn't deny it, I simply didn't feel like giving you a response.

Oh, please. Innocent Ms. know-it-all is too busy helping others with their love lives that she can't even find one for herself.

For your information, I'm not Cupid. I don't usually help people with their love lives. I help them with other important things, like dealing with anxiety and improving self-esteem. You are the first person I'm helping find love.

Aw, I feel special.

Don't. Oh and I just finished searching for girl number two.

Took you long enough.

Excuse me for being human.

Oh, human? I thought you were an AI.

And I thought you actually had a brain. Guess we all make mistakes.

Ooh, snap. I'm starting to dig you. So tell me, dear Ms. Know-it-all... who is this sassy girl behind the texts?

Wouldn't everybody like to know?

Oh, come on. Why can't you tell me?

Because you're you?

But I told you about my identity.

You didn't tell me, I guessed it right. It's easy to guess when you're talking to a dumbass.

Again, ouch. You really enjoy hurting my feelings, don't you?

Absolutely.

But seriously though, what's your name?

Ms. Know-it-all.

C'mon, just tell me.

Nah.

Then at least tell me if you're a junior like me.

Nope.

You're impossible.

Ranelle Seaford.

Is that your name?

No, it's girl number two. I'll give you the rest of the info later.

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