Pretty people can do ugly things. It's one of those laws of nature that I have understood for years. If I ever started to forget that rule, even for a second, there always seemed to be some good-looking asshole ready to remind me.
But it's okay.
I'm not worried because I know that ten years from now, their awfulness will have caught up with them and they will be disgruntled wenches, pining for their glory days. They can have high school and the crap that goes along with it. I will be holding out for something better.
Karma is a bitch and so are they.