"Hey, JT," Chris Sharpe said, coming up to him. "I heard your having a party."
"Yeah, I was going to ask you if you'd like to DJ," JT said.
"Sure," Chris replied. "Uh, where is your place exactly?"
JT looked at him. Then he told him the address. Chris wrote it down. "I'll be there Saturday."
"Come an hour before the party," JT said. "To set up or whatever."
Chris nodded and turned bumping into Emma. "Sorry," he said.
"No problem," Emma replied.
"Watch where you going," Sean snapped.
Chris raised an eyebrow and walked around him, Emma scowled at him. He was jealous! It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure that out.
"What was that about?" Emma asked JT, ignoring Sean's rudeness.
"Chris is going to DJ at my party."
"Cool," Emma said.
"What party?" Sean asked.
JT handed him an extra flier. "There should be one in your locker," he said. "But I'll give you one of these."
Sean looked at it. "Drinks? As in 'booze'?"
JT smiled. "For me to know and you to come to the party and find out," he said.
"Whatever," Sean replied. He grabbed Emma's arm. "Come on, let's go."
Emma nodded and they walked to class.