- Okey, so do you know who's the worst skier in the bible?
I sighed and rolled my eyes. I didn't want to know either. Instead I gazed out over the corridor that divided the canteen and the lockers and disconnected her. I was with my best friend and the girl in my class that I desperately wanted to get away from but who followed me wherever I seemed to go. Behind me in the dining queue they were having a lively discussion over the worst skier in the holly book, whom just Patty in this case was interested in. I guess that I'd been pretty interested in the skier as well even though I didn't believe. The bible had always interested me (and I'd once made an effort to actually read it, but I gave up when my English teacher came in between and made us read Shakespeare as well and I simply realized that I couldn't read both), but to discuss it with Patty, to discuss anything with Patty, were incredible testing and often quite exhausting. Her and Hannah's chatter were just background noise as I saw something much more interesting approaching trough the corridor. I threw a quick look at Hannah who'd stopped talking to Patty and instead looked at (actually it was more of a stare, like the stare of panic or something, since she was hardly breathing and nearly shaking) the wall, away from the five guys who were coming towards us.
- Sexy, one of them said as they walked past us.
The call out was followed by a whistle and I once again looked at Hannah who seemed to wish for a quick death.
- Hey, I said loudly and grabbed his arm.
Not the one that was calling, but the guy that Hannah thought that I should shoot for. He turned around and looked down at me. He was actually quite tall and even though I'd never thought of him as tall and he must have been about a head taller then I. On the other hand I was quite short which might even out some things.
- Will you tell your friends to knock it off? I asked, surprised over how I dared to talk to a senior like that when I was just a junior.
He look at me for a moment and I stared stubbornly back at him. His brown eyes searched my face for signs of weakness and I prayed to the God I'd never believed in that I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of finding any. After all it wasn't just my pride we played about. John, Samuels best friend (who stood right beside him as I stared at him), were the boy Hannah dreamed of.
Yet he didn't know this as he uncomfortably stood next to Samuel who finally grinned and asked:
- Why?
My mind went black for a moment. I knew I had to make a comeback on it otherwise he'd have the advantage. Martin's voice recalled in my head as I heard him say, over and over again, "you need to make more comebacks Jenny". My cousin's words didn't help much now though, instead it made me more frustrated. Why didn't I snap like I usually did, when I really needed to?
A few meters away stood the rest of the pack; the two Turks and my neighbor Isaac who laughed so bad that it almost seemed like he would wet himself. I felt the anger inside me and spitted out to Samuel:
- Well since you can run a business of your own I guessed that you'd be smart to figure that out, clearly you're not, I turned around and pushed the queue somewhat forward.
I heard Isaacs laugh clearer than before and I felt the heat boiling under my skin. If he were laughing at Samuel I had a reason to feel good about what I'd done but there was a pretty big chance that they were laughing at me. I threw and eye at Hannah whose face was all red. I reminded myself that I was going to apologize later, but right now I was too frustrated and too blown up by my alter ego Super Jenny. (Super Jenny is this awesome girl who don't care about what anyone else thinks, and who's never ashamed of herself. She's just the kick-ass girl I want to be but rarely am. She's quite hostile too but everyone admires her for it, when I'm hostile I'm just a drag.)
Breath Jennifer, breath, I told myself staring out in the open air before me. The queue was going slow and I desperately wished that the dining ladies would hurry up so that we could get away before John, Isaac and Samuel came back.

- Okey, the worst skier…
- Hey, you.
Someone tabbed my shoulder and Patty were just about to pull that awful joke again, breath Jenny, breath, I told myself and turned around looking up in the same brown eyes again.
- What do you want? I moaned, this day were just getting worse for each minute.
I gazed trough the corridor Isaac, the Turks and John were standing last in the queue smirking at the scene. The little good I'd thought about everyone of them were as good as gone. They could laugh all they wanted at their dead meat sauce (witch by the way was hilarious), but they were all just a bunch of jackasses.
- Would you go out whit me?
I crinkled my nose. Why on earth was he asking me out?
- Why? I asked, more hostile then I thought I would.
- I thought you were smart, he grinned.
His eyes were brighter than before and the confused wrinkle on his forehead was gone. He seemed less annoyed then before and maybe even honest. But he had grinned. How dared he… My arms were feeling unsteady and for a short moment I thought that I was going to hit him, I never trusted myself with what I might come up with in the heat of the moment. I took a breath and looked steadily into his eyes.
- Is this a bet? I asked. Or maybe an evil prank?
He seemed surprised and lost for a moment. I could feel Hannah angrily looking at me, wanting me to take the chance and say yes. I threw an eye on her and made a face. At the time Samuel regained composure and opened his mouth to respond.
- No, it's not a joke. It's me asking you out. Now would you go out with me?
He was calm. It stressed me that he was.
- When?
I watched him like he'd watched me before, looking for cracks. To my disappointment I didn't find anything and he replied:
- Friday night, I'll pick you up at 7.
I nodded my head.
- Sure. Why not.
He smiled and I gave him a halfhearted grin.
- See you then, Jen, he said and went back down to John.
- It's Jennifer or Jenny, moron, I mumbled.
In the corner of my eye I saw Hannah smiling more beamingly then she would if all her wishes would come true.
- Do you know him? Patty asked.
Her voice reminded how rural she were living making her sound stupider then she was, like she were lacking the experience of elevators or cars. I'd be lying if I said that we lived in a big town. I'd been at the same school as Isaac, Samuel, John and Turk number 1 since I was seven, but I never knew Hannah or Patty until when we started High School. "Do you know him", psch… no. I knew who I thought he was, although he'd also showed two new sides of him in less than five minutes.
- I think I'm going to, I answered.
She made a funny face, showing that she didn't understand what I meant but I just ignored her and grabbed a plate.

Dinner was spent in silence from my side while Hannah and Patty chattered eagerly as never before. Patty, still trying to figure out how I knew Samuel and who he really was and why he asked me out all like that, was asking question on question without getting any proper answerers. Hannah were talking about how wonderful it was now that Samuel and I were going to have our first date, and by the time we had to leave she'd still hadn't finished; nor her talking or her food.
- Okey, so he asked me out, what's the big deal? I asked, finally alone with just Hannah by the lockers, grabbing our books.
- The big deal, she slammed the locker door in front of me, IS that you've been head over heels about him since we started here. And now he's asked you out!
I crinkled my nose and we started walking.
- No I haven't… You had music class with John for a year, didn't tell me until half a year later that you were in love with him, and now you don't dear to talk to him. I, on the other hand, was interested in Jim, but decided to help you get together with John, realized that Jim was, is, and always will be; a total douchebag and I needed some new eye-candy, and that lollipop happened to be Samuel.
She giggled and I laughed too.
- Will you stop thinking that all I say is perverted, gosh I can't even say lollipop?
She laughed even harder now and her face went a tone redder. I smiled, waiting for the comeback.
- Yes, but you can't call him a lollipop!
She busted out in a new giggle and I shook my head. She knew that I was right in what I'd said earlier. I'd never been in to him, but that he looked good was something I couldn't deny. And about three days from now, I would be out on a date with him.