"Hey, Max?" A voice snapped me out of my daydreams. I turned away from my locker door to the person standing next to me.
"Hey, Fang. What's up?" I asked. He was fidgeting with his hands and kept shifting his weight.
"The guys dared me to do this, so it's okay for you to say no, but, um… Do you want to see a movie on Friday or something?" he asked. I peered over his shoulder, where I could see Iggy, Gazzy, and Dylan trying to watch us without being obvious, which they kind of failed at.
"Sure. Come get me at 7," I replied, smiling at him before walking toward the others.
"Thanks," I murmured as I passed.
"Welcome," Iggy whispered back.