Now Emma was sure she was insane; God how shallow was this girl? And for a second, a blind second, it almost seemed like she genuinely had some real issues, but no. Seventeen year old vain and bitchy was just yet another example of why Emma hated high school and dropped out the second she could.
"I dunno, I'd say you were pretty, but," Emma just shrugged, taking another drink, "I've seen hotter." Absently, her head turned to check on Ruby, who by now seemed to be the centre of attention. Not surprising. "You know you really can't get by on how you look anyway? And hey, at least no one will just like you because you're hot."