too easy -- [wilson x chandler]

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Wilson had to start off his plans with the smallest prank possible. It was simply a foreshadowing of the bad luck he planned to make happen as the year progressed. Everyone would receive a warning that their lives were about to be toyed with, and they most likely wouldn't even recognize it.

The small prank, Wilson decided, would be to pour loads of salt into the cookie mix while the cooks weren't paying attention. He found it to be a perfect symbolization for what was coming ahead; people's sweet and glorious lives would be turned into confusing and bitter nightmares. He couldn't help but snicker quietly as he added the extra pounds of ingredient into the mix.

And now, he sat quietly in the middle of the cafeteria, waiting for the students to arrive and taste their cookies. Wilson would get a fabulous laugh out of watching them all spit the treats out and wrinkle their noses in disgust.

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early that morning, when she awoke to the buzzing of her alarm clock, chandler decided something. two months was not a long enough break from school. two months was not enough time to completely forget everything she had learned the previous year in school. two months wasn't long enough for chandler to enjoy her time at home. chandler had been back at stewart for three days and already she wished it was fall break - she missed her dad, she missed sarah, she missed charlie. yes, chandler adored the fact that she had the opportunity to attend such an academically gifted school as stewart; she relished the resources she would have when she left the school; she was thankful for the fact that her father was willing to send her to such an expensive school so she could get the education she needed to do well in the future... but chandler hated the fact that california was so far away from her home in new york.

unfortunately, there was nothing that chandler could do about any of it. so she had grudgingly got herself out of bed and gotten ready for one of the many days of school to come. it wasn't that school was all bad. chandler actually did enjoy school most of the time. it was just that it required her to be up so early. and it took up so much of her day. and some of the stuff that they learned was just so useless. the sixteen year old was getting so frustrated with her math class already. they were learning functions; exponential, quadratic, trigonometric. it was all so damn confusing already. chandler felt no hope in getting through the year's math class alive. the complexity of it was sure to kill her. and it was all so useless, anyway. chandler could think of no use for it in everyday life. nor could her math teacher when chandler asked her about it. her reply had just been to shut up and do the work. other than that, though, chandler was enjoying her classes. she adored her international law class, along with her broadcasting, media studies and creative writing classes. if it wasn't for math, this would be her perfect semester. especially since this was the first year that had allowed chandler to take any study periods.

the morning passed rather quickly and soon, it was the time of day that every school student loved - lunch. an hour break to do anything you wanted. it wasn't exactly the longest time period, but it was time out of class and that was what mattered. like most of the student body, chandler headed for the cafeteria at that time. as usual, she avoided the hot food section like the plague. it always seemed to smell funny and contain some kind of mystery meat. instead, she headed for the 'healthy food selection' fridge. this was the food that chandler deemed safe, even though there were about three things that didn't contain meat so she could actually eat them. this time, she selected the fruit salad and a portion of veggies and dip. and then on the way out, she picked up one of the big cookies and a bottle of strawberry kiwi juice.

as chandler walked out into the seating area of the cafeteria, chander had a decision to make. she could either seal her fate for the year and sit by herself and spend the rest of the year like that - almost everyone that chandler had ever socialized with and gotten close to had left stewart. she knew almost no one. or, she could do that smart thing and sit down at some random table and try and make a new friend. but that seemed kind of terrifying. biting down on her lip, chandler scanned the crowd of students, looking for a somewhat familiar face. someone she had talked to once before would be nice. lucky her, she caught sight of the boy she had talked to in detention once last year. well, that was better than nothing. taking a deep breath, chandler headed in that direction. "hello," chandler said cheerfully, setting her tray down on the table and sitting down "it's wilson... right?"

notes , i want to know what he's going to doo. xD

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A distraction appeared momentarily. Wilson snapped out of it his sneaky mood and turned to look at the girl who had just taken a seat at the table. This was very unexpected; Wilson assumed that no one would be willing to sit down with some strange boy they didn't know, especially in the social climate Stewart maintained. Still, he knew he shouldn't be making assumptions. This was a curve ball he would have to accept.

"Yes," Wilson replied in a drawling tone, trying to remember if he actually knew this girl or not. She appeared to be vaguely familiar, but that wasn't enough information for him to come up with a name. "And you are... ?" He wasn't necessarily asking for her to finish the sentence, he was mostly just speaking for himself.

Wilson glanced down at her tray, and his grin reappeared on his face. She had one of the cookies.

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chandler felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment. He didn't recognize her and that was only mildly horrifying. even though they had only met once, chandler had hoped that she had left more of an impression on him, like he had for her. wilson had stuck out in her mind after their brief meeting in detention last year. he wasn't like every other guy at stewart. he wasn't afraid to make fun of her, and he didn't seem to care if she took offense. wilson was the one guy at stewat who wouldn't let his balls be shoved in the purse of a girl, like so many of the other guys at stewart. chandler liked that about wilson. she also liked the fact that he seemed to be so independent. the way he held himself made it look like he didn't care what anyone else thought about him. chandler admired people like that. she always tried to get to that level, but she never could. no matter what happened, she always let comments get to her.

"uhm, chandler..." she said slowly, busying herself with opening her juice and lifting the lid off her fruit salad, trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing. "i think we met in detention last year." no, she knew that they had met in detention last year. she actually remembered a lot about that day. she remembered that she had been given detention because she had skipped class for the day to go to the beach. and that she had been caught coming back for a yearbook meeting; that he had told her that the mix of the suntan lotion and body spray disgusted him, even though she thought it smelled good. he had gotten really up into her persona space which made her feel awkward. and he had spent the majority of the time calling her 'feisty dumbass.'

biting down on her lip, chandler broke off a piece of her cookie and popped it into her mouth. a grimace spread across her face as she tasted the massive amounts of salt. with difficulty she managed to swallow it, and quickly washed it down with a swig of her juice. looking up innocently at wilson, she pushed the cookie towards him? "wanna piece?" chandler asked with a small smile, popping a grape into her mouth.

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"Oh, well... I met a lot of people in detention last year, so I can't exactly say you're distinct in my mind or anything." And none of those people I met were even mildly interesting. He added bitterly in his mind, watching as this so-called 'Chandler' opened up her lunch. He kept a careful eye on the cookie, waiting for her to take a chomp of the salty baked treat.

Wilson didn't have a lunch of his own. Instead, he simply sat there empty-handed, acting like it was completely normal to sit in the cafeteria and not have a bite to eat. He never really became hungry, and only ate when he positively had to. This was prominent the reason for his thin body. Food was one of the minor factors in his life; it was unimportant.

Suddenly, Chandler was biting out of her cookie, and a smile lit up on Wilson's face. He restrained from cackling at her expression when she actually tasted it, and had to look away to stop from totally buckling down in laughter. When she pushed the cookie forward, however, he was immediately smooth and cocked an eyebrow.

"Isn't that bit rude, Miss Chandler?" Wilson inquired sharply, giving her a stern look. "You shouldn't offer bits of your food to other people when you know it tastes terrible." He smiled sickeningly.

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chandler raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing across her features. "so what, you fancy yourself a badass or something?" chandler found that most guys who landed themselves in detention a lot were like that. they thought they were cool because they mouthed off to the teachers and pulled stupid pranks. chandler didn't figure wilson was exactly like that, but she hoped that it would make him open up to himself a little bit. because when they had met before, he hadn't exactly been in the sharing kind of mood. it had taken chandler awhile to just get his name out of him. it was a little bit of a farfetched hope, but it was still there all the same.

chandler tilted her head, trying very hard to keep a straight face. that was one thing she had been working on a lot over the summer - she was terribly easy to read, which wasn't exactly a good thing when a couple of her friends had decided to start playing poker all the time. chandler was working very hard at developing her own pokerface so she could fool everyone with an innocent smile and a wink. or at least make it so she wasn't so easily read. but still, chandler was curious and it showed. how exactly did wilson know that the cookie tasted gross? it didn't appear that he had had one of his own or anything.

"how do you know that i thought it just tasted a little off and wanted a second opinion?" chandler asked. she was trying to play a game with him, something she had been hoping to do since she had first encountered him. chandler wanted to show wilson that she wasn't just a cute and innocent softie like he had pegged her to be. and she hoped that it would work and maybe earn her a couple of brownie points with wilson. she paused, popping another grape into her mouth. "you know, i think the more important question is... how do you know what it tastes like?"

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"Oh no, I'm not a bad ass at all," Wilson shook his head vigorously, folding his arms across his chest and hunching over the table. "I just don't think teachers appreciate the way I am and my actions that come along with it. They seem to think I'm disruptive or something." He smirked.

A roll of the eyes proceeded after Chandler's question, and he leaned forward in his seat even more, managing to make the space between them a bit smaller. "Well.... I could say that I had something to do with the taste of those cookies," He murmured quietly, giving her a strong look and scanning her reaction. Then he suddenly leaned back in his seat and let out an empty sigh.

"Or I could just tell from the look you made after biting the cookie. Either way works."

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"the way you are? what way is that exactly?" chandler asked, pushing her lunch away slightly so she could rest her arms on the edge of the table. interested, she observed wilson closely for a moment. he didn't seem to be as in your face as he had been last year, which was a little bit of a plus. it had made chandler uncomfortable how close he had gotten to her. she didn't generally like people being that close to her, unless she was the one who was making the contact that close. of course, there were exceptions to that rule - like her dad and her closest friends - but wilson wasn't one of those exceptions so you couldn't exactly expect her to react well to having her personal space invaded. chandler was a big fan of the personal space. she had her bubble and she wanted other people to stay the hell out of it.

chandler leaned forward as wilson did, a little eager to hear what he was going to say to her, although she kept her face straight, as if she wasn't interested at all. her eyebrows raised slightly at his words, implying that he had done something to the cookies to make them taste so awful. it didn't really make any sense to chandler. why would you want to do anything to make cookies taste awful? cookies were meant to be delicious. but she supposed that it routed back to 'the way wilson was.' plus, chandler was mildly impressed that he had been able to pull off something like making cookies taste awful. in her world that was a bit of an impossible feat.

"so what'd you do to the cookies?"

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Wilson eyed her carefully, trying to figure out whether she had some sort of ulterior motive in talking to him. Maybe this girl sitting down at the same table wasn't just a coincidence. There could be a teacher trying to get her to snoop, but then again... the adults here would never go to such lengths. None of them cared that much about the students. Maybe she was just curious about him. It was possible she didn't have any motives, right?

Fat chance, though. He thought to himself.

"The way I am, is... well, complicated. And it also depends on who you are and how you look at it," Wilson pursed his lips. "If you're my grade school counselor, the way I am is manic but brilliant. However, if you're my mom, the way I am is just due to reckless teenage behavior, and nothing to fret over." He tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes a bit. "I think the way I am is just brutally and forcefully honest. But I suppose others don't see it that way." He shrugged a shoulder.

"And if I were the one to ruin the cookies, I would have added a tub of salt to the cookie mix before they put them in the oven. If being the key word, here."

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chandler had ulterior motive in sitting down with wilson. quite honestly, the girl was fascinated with him. she wanted to get to know him, figure out how he ticked. he really wasn't like anyone chandler had ever met before and chandler wanted to get to know him. it was nice to have people that were different in your life. especially when that person was different than you. having something exactly like you in every single way wasn't enjoyable. and wilson seemed to be chandler's polar opposite, which was a plus. therefore, chandler was determined to get to know wilson.

manic but brilliant. reckless teenager. brutally honest. they all seemed like sensible to say about wilson. especially the honest part. who else would tell a girl they had just meant that they thought she smelled like shit? chandler could count on one finger how many people would do that. and you guessed it, that person was wilson. everyone else she knew thought that there was a line of polite conduct that you just didn't cross no matter what. most of the time chandler wanted to throw that line out, but she never did. wilson seemed to enjoy crossing over that line, though. "what's wrong with being brutally honest? it's admirable, actually. there's so much bullshit in the world that more people should be brutally honest about things."

chandler nodded along with him. "of course, this is all hypothetical." she said with a smirk. salt seemed like a pretty good idea. it did erase the taste of sugar, anyway. "now if you don't mind me asking, hypothetically, why would someone want to ruin the cookies?"

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"Exactly," Wilson agreed in a passionate statement on her comment about brutal honesty. The girl appeared to be rather enlightened to reality, and he liked that about people. Maybe she could become useful later. "What's your name, again? Chandler?" He repeated it just so he could commit her face to memory now. She had officially become a part of his life now, whether she wanted to be or not.

Wilson leaned back in his seat again. "Whoever did ruin the cookies must have done it as some sort of warning. Maybe the school is about to change drastically, and the person plans on controlling everybody here." He grinned, flashing his teeth. "At least, that's my guess. How could I possibly know what that person was thinking when they made the cookies taste horrible? Perhaps they were just trying to get revenge on a cook or something."

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"The world would probably be a better place if people stopped bullshitting so much and just said what they really wanted to say once in awhile." Chandler said, flicking her hair out of her face. She admired people who would flat out tell her the truth about something. She tried to not get offended by it, because she did admire someone who could tell her the truth about something she may not want to hear. but it was hard sometimes, she had to admit. Chandler sometimes took personal offense to something someone said about her or a part of her. It was something she was trying to work on.

And Chandler wouldn't mind being in Wilson's life. She had come over because she had wanted to talk to him.

Chandler raised an eyebrow. What exactly did that mean? Controlling the school? How could anyone possibly control the school. It was... a school. No one had the kind of power to control that many people. "And what exactly is that person going to try to do?" She asked slowly, still trying to keep on the nonchalant act as she popped another pice of fruit into her mouth. "Because, really, what could you do that would effect the entire school other than like... setting on fire?" Chandler looked up at him, her eyebrows knitting together. "And no one would do that... would they?"

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