"Yo, Gil! Gil!"
Gil muttered a curse under his breath and stuck his hands into his denim blue jeans. He didn't want to see his friends. Not after how they ditched him last night. He turned around and glared at them with a gaze capable of murder.
"Oh, what do you two assholes want?"
Gil's friend, Dominic Yones, put his hands behind his head and ruffled his long dreadlocks. He smirked.
"Hey, we may be assholes, but at least we're smart!"
Gil clenched his fists at this. Obviously that statement had struck the wrong chord.
"Ay, yo. Calm down, dude," said Dom, "Why didn't you run? Jack and I were able to hide out in that car before the cops even rolled up!"
Gil rushed over to Dom and covered his mouth with his hand, Dom's muffled yells of anger barely escaping his mouth.
"Will you shut up about it," whispered Gil, "We don't want everyone in the whole damn school to know. Jesus…"
After letting go of his mouth, Dom gasped for air like it was his last breath, and then smirked slightly. Jack cleared his throat with a cough, though it was clearly fake.
"If I could have a word," he said, "You've gotta stop gettin' caught, Gil. It's gettin' you into trouble, and even worse, ruining our image. Ya get it?"
"A'ight," said Dom, "Catch you later, bro. Don't forget, we've got another tag meetup downtown. Be there."
Gil looked down and grunted, "Yeah, sure. Whatever."
Dominic and Jack turned around and walked away towards their first period class, their laughter ringing through the halls, seemingly overpowering the voices of everyone else in the crowded sectors. Gil opened his locker and grabbed the books he needed for his classes that day.
"Giiiiiiilll!"
Gil's eyes widened, and for the first time that day, a small smile appeared on his face. Gil turned his head, and his small smile turned into a goofy grin. It was a girl. Her dazzling green eyes shined like emeralds. Her golden, shoulder-length, curly locks bounced with every move she made. Her grin could make a grinch break out into a smile. She wore small, orange hoop earrings, a yellow and orange striped cold shoulder top, and jean short-shorts. She was beautiful, and to top it all off, she was Gil's.
The girl ran up to Gil and practically choked him with a hug. Gil hugged her back and smiled.
"Whoa, I missed you too, Deema. Holy shit." He laughed.
Deema Kaufman. One of the most popular girls in the school, and Gil Gordon's girlfriend. After what seemed like hours, she finally released her death grip on her boyfriend.
"I was so worried," she said, "You completely left me hanging last night, dude. Why didn't you text me back?"
Gil started scratching his hair and he sighed, "I got into a little bit of, a-uh… Sticky situation."
Deema put her hands on her hips and squinted her eyes, "You're always getting into sticky situations."
Gil's eyes wandered around the hallway as he searched for something to say. Something truthful, but something that wouldn't cause his girlfriend to worry. Perhaps, something clever?
"You know what, Deema," said Gil, "Let's cut class first period."
It was a crazy suggestion, but it wouldn't have been their first time. Grump City High was had really strict regulations, and if you weren't exactly where you were supposed to be exactly when you were supposed to be there, it was game over. Since Gil's parents were numb to getting phone calls from the school at this point, and Deema's parents were just… There, the highest risk was detention. A risk they didn't care about taking.
"Why? To get into another sticky situation?"
Gil smirked and looked at Deema, "Maybe."
The curly-haired girl's eyes widened as her cheeks lit up a red color.
"O-Oh, wha--," she uttered, "Goddammit, Gil!"
Gil grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him, "Tryna' make out in the janitor's closet?" He laughed.
Deema giggled, "Screw you."
The couple walked away. Away from the other students. Away from their classes. Away from everything. The only thing that mattered to them, was them. And that wasn't going to change anytime soon.