Disclaimer: What are these things even supposed to do?
Author's Note: Hey, there. I love you.
"Ahem, do you mind?"
Lana and Josh turned around and looked down at me. "No, actually we don't," he grunted, receiving another fudge-load of giggles from his girlfriend.
"Fine with me if you want to fuck around in the stairwell, as long as you know that Principal G's staking out here every period."
Lana gave me the death stare as she pulled on "Joshie-Woshie's" hand to turn and leave the stairwell.
I sighed at the waste of time as I sat back and dialed dad's friend's cell number.
"Hey, Paul, it's Michael."
"Hi there, Michael! Long time no talk! How have you been?"
"Yeah, I've been good. Listen-"
"How's school? How's the girl-"
"Good, good," I said frustratingly. "Can I take back our Star Wars DVD? I need to use it."
"Absolutely! I've just finished it. You know that part with-"
"Yeah, it was awesome," I said, looking at the clock ticking above me. "? Thanks!"
I flipped my phone shut as the bell to end lunch rang. At least I had some sort of starting point with this date. It wouldn't be anything special.
Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter, another one will be up in like three and a half minutes.