October 1, 2019—Lunch

Good news!

Jamie passed me a note today, from JB. Scrawled in his spidery handwriting was, "Meet me at the concourse during lunch." And Jamie gave hearty assurances that he still liked me.

I sure hope so. Gotta go now.

He was sitting down, twirling his sticks (drumsticks) and generally looking cool as a cucumber. People walked past him and behind him, walking with friends during the lunch hour. Everyone was moving but stoic JB.

I shifted the heavy books in my arms and walked over nervously.

"Hey," he said, green eyes lighting up with a smile behind those glasses. Stood up, took my books. So sweet…

"H-hi," I squeaked, my voice suddenly gone. Damn! I had practiced a whole little speech on how I was sorry about what had happened on Sunday, but now my mind was completely blank. Oh well.

"An-and I'm really, really sorry about Sunday. You know, with the parental death-threats and-and…oh, I'm babbling again…"

His smile just widened. "I love it when you babble."

"R-really?" I blushed, despite having told myself not to. I'm supposed to be able to handle this without spazzing or getting embarrassed to death! I was the freaking Slayer.

He sat down on his original spot and I joined him, feeling awkward but not uncomfortable.

"Yeah. You're adorable when you babble. Adorable when you smile. Adorable all the time."

During this, we had gotten a lot closer. Bare inches apart, finally. I tried to calm my nerves, hoping that I wouldn't destroy the moment.

"Angie, I'm sorry I didn't a chance to do this before, but…"

My heart pounded. I was anxious and eager, unsure…

We kissed.

Lunch had been fun. Very much so. I don't have much experience in the field (except for good-night kisses, I'm pretty much a newbie), but JB's a pretty good kisser. The one dampener on my mood is the fact that Jamie caught the whole thing. And she won't stop teasing me about it.

JB's just so unbelievably adorable, from his ever-changing hair color to his penchant for animal crackers…What can I say? I've done my research.

I know, I know, I have bigger things to worry about than boys. Yeah, but—

Uh-oh. Principal Wood just called me down to his office. I think it might be because of the few cuts I've made. Or maybe a teacher complained? I don't know. I really hope that it was just a mistake and he was actually looking for someone else.

The last thing I need is to get into more trouble. Which reminds me: I better brush my teeth before I get home. And possibly spray on some perfume. I never exactly figured out just how good Dad's sense of smell was.

Oh, crap. Principal Wood wants to see me now.