Goldberg stared at his math book as if her was hoping it were suddenly going to just tell him the answer. Math had never been his subject, but then nothing really was his subject. It was a pity he couldn't get graded on lunch. Next year he was certainly taking home ec.
"Hey Averman," He called out to his roommate. "what's the square root of 37."
"I dunno, I'm not even in that class." The redheaded boy replied from behind a Batman comic.
"Well you're useless."
"Yeah I know, it's tragic. Why don't you just call Kate, I'm sure she'll help. She's got enough brains to spare."
"She had to go straight back to her dorm after auditions. Liz had something important to tell her."
"Bummer, so she's off spending time with Liz when she should be with you."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Goldberg glared at his far sighted friend.
"Uh, that she's spending time with Lizzie when she should be with you. Did I say that wrong? Because I think that's what I said the first time."
"Oh, yeah. I thought you were implying we should hook up or something."
Averman shook his head and got up off his bed.
"Nope, sorry Goldie. I know I'm suppose to be your best friend, but there is no way you could hook up with a girl like Kate. That's like me getting with Reagan Lambert, it's just not gonna happen."
"Gee, it's good to be loved."
"That being said, Russ is meeting Jesse at the movies, I'm tagging along, wanna come?"
"Can't, I already missed five assignments in math, I've actually got to do this one. Besides, what makes you think a couple of cool guys like Russ and Jesse wanna hang around with you?"
"Employee discount and free popcorn, later buddy." Les laughed and left the room.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, but the person behind it didn't wait for any response, instead they just pushed it open and waltzed in. With her usual smile Kate bounded in and plopped onto her friend's bed. Throwing herself back with a melodramatic sigh trying to gain Greg's attention. Unfortunately she didn't get, he was very deeply studying the same example he'd been working in when Averman had been there.
She glanced over at Goldberg's book and in less then a second declared.
"6.08."
"What?" The boy looked up at her confused.
"The square root of 37, so you can pay attention to me now."
"Okay, what's up?" He closed the book after scribbling down the answer.
"Remember how Lizzie had to talk to me, it was so important. You'll never guess what she wanted to talk about. Go ahead guess."
"She's next in line for the throne of England?"
"No."
"You're next in line for the throne of England?"
"No, alright you're done guessing. She's starting a website for single Eden Hall kids and she wants me to be the first member. Can you believe it?"
"Hahaha, you've gotta be kidding me. What picture are you putting up, the one Mrs. Wiley took when you fell asleep in her class? You know the one with the drool puddle on the desk?" Greg joked.
"Gross no. I'm not putting any up, I want people to actually read my profile, if there's a picture on there they'll see what I look like and be like 'no way that girl's hideous.' That wouldn't be cool." The girl pronounced.
"Oh please Kate, you know you're cute."
"Sure, if you think the little sister on Party Of Five is cute. Neve Campbell I'm not, but Lacey Charbet I look like."
"Kate, you're pretty get over it."
"Whatever, come on we're meeting Liz and Portman for a soda." She poked him in the shoulder.
"How long have we been dating?"
"Shut up, let's go."
The bell on the soda shop door jingled as Kate and Goldie walked in. Portman and Liz were sitting at a table all the way in the back feeding each other fries, being their normally kissy selves. At another table sat Reagan and some of her friends from the volleyball team. As they passed that booth Kate practically had to carry Goldberg's tongue.
"Wipe the slobber Greg." Liz teased as her pals sat down.
Goldberg continued to stare over at Reagan like his eyes were made of magnets and she was the Tin-man.
"It's no use Lizzie, he's got Lambert syndrome." Kate interjected elbowing Goldberg in the rib.
"It's contagious." Lizzie gestured a group of football players gawking at the long legged, firmly built volleyball girls. "Dean, if I ever catch you looking at them like that, I'll be forced to gouge your eyes out with my dorm key."
"No worries, that girl's too snotty for me." Portman replied.
"She's not snotty." Goldberg finally spoke up.
"Sure she's not and I really am the next in line for the throne of England." Kate added.
"I'm not even gonna ask. But anyway, Reagan's joined my singles site. Maybe you should fill out a profile Greg." Liz suggested.
As Goldberg nodded, pretending to not be fully paying attention, he really trying to think of a cool call name and wondering what he'd wear after his internet self had swept Reagan off her feet.
"Hey Averman," He called out to his roommate. "what's the square root of 37."
"I dunno, I'm not even in that class." The redheaded boy replied from behind a Batman comic.
"Well you're useless."
"Yeah I know, it's tragic. Why don't you just call Kate, I'm sure she'll help. She's got enough brains to spare."
"She had to go straight back to her dorm after auditions. Liz had something important to tell her."
"Bummer, so she's off spending time with Liz when she should be with you."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Goldberg glared at his far sighted friend.
"Uh, that she's spending time with Lizzie when she should be with you. Did I say that wrong? Because I think that's what I said the first time."
"Oh, yeah. I thought you were implying we should hook up or something."
Averman shook his head and got up off his bed.
"Nope, sorry Goldie. I know I'm suppose to be your best friend, but there is no way you could hook up with a girl like Kate. That's like me getting with Reagan Lambert, it's just not gonna happen."
"Gee, it's good to be loved."
"That being said, Russ is meeting Jesse at the movies, I'm tagging along, wanna come?"
"Can't, I already missed five assignments in math, I've actually got to do this one. Besides, what makes you think a couple of cool guys like Russ and Jesse wanna hang around with you?"
"Employee discount and free popcorn, later buddy." Les laughed and left the room.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, but the person behind it didn't wait for any response, instead they just pushed it open and waltzed in. With her usual smile Kate bounded in and plopped onto her friend's bed. Throwing herself back with a melodramatic sigh trying to gain Greg's attention. Unfortunately she didn't get, he was very deeply studying the same example he'd been working in when Averman had been there.
She glanced over at Goldberg's book and in less then a second declared.
"6.08."
"What?" The boy looked up at her confused.
"The square root of 37, so you can pay attention to me now."
"Okay, what's up?" He closed the book after scribbling down the answer.
"Remember how Lizzie had to talk to me, it was so important. You'll never guess what she wanted to talk about. Go ahead guess."
"She's next in line for the throne of England?"
"No."
"You're next in line for the throne of England?"
"No, alright you're done guessing. She's starting a website for single Eden Hall kids and she wants me to be the first member. Can you believe it?"
"Hahaha, you've gotta be kidding me. What picture are you putting up, the one Mrs. Wiley took when you fell asleep in her class? You know the one with the drool puddle on the desk?" Greg joked.
"Gross no. I'm not putting any up, I want people to actually read my profile, if there's a picture on there they'll see what I look like and be like 'no way that girl's hideous.' That wouldn't be cool." The girl pronounced.
"Oh please Kate, you know you're cute."
"Sure, if you think the little sister on Party Of Five is cute. Neve Campbell I'm not, but Lacey Charbet I look like."
"Kate, you're pretty get over it."
"Whatever, come on we're meeting Liz and Portman for a soda." She poked him in the shoulder.
"How long have we been dating?"
"Shut up, let's go."
The bell on the soda shop door jingled as Kate and Goldie walked in. Portman and Liz were sitting at a table all the way in the back feeding each other fries, being their normally kissy selves. At another table sat Reagan and some of her friends from the volleyball team. As they passed that booth Kate practically had to carry Goldberg's tongue.
"Wipe the slobber Greg." Liz teased as her pals sat down.
Goldberg continued to stare over at Reagan like his eyes were made of magnets and she was the Tin-man.
"It's no use Lizzie, he's got Lambert syndrome." Kate interjected elbowing Goldberg in the rib.
"It's contagious." Lizzie gestured a group of football players gawking at the long legged, firmly built volleyball girls. "Dean, if I ever catch you looking at them like that, I'll be forced to gouge your eyes out with my dorm key."
"No worries, that girl's too snotty for me." Portman replied.
"She's not snotty." Goldberg finally spoke up.
"Sure she's not and I really am the next in line for the throne of England." Kate added.
"I'm not even gonna ask. But anyway, Reagan's joined my singles site. Maybe you should fill out a profile Greg." Liz suggested.
As Goldberg nodded, pretending to not be fully paying attention, he really trying to think of a cool call name and wondering what he'd wear after his internet self had swept Reagan off her feet.