"What do girls like you do in their spare time?" he asked, smirking suggestively. She rolled her eyes.
"I don't know about 'girls like me,' but I actually take care of my suicidal sister and drunk mom." She snorted at his shock.
"But you're so normal," he protested, staring at her blonde hair and painted nails. "You're not even weird!"
Now she let out a real laugh. "Easy to let people think that." And she walked away. He stared at her receding form, trying to reconcile such a beautiful girl with the bitter words she'd given him.