Chapter two, yay. Surprisingly, this all came very easily. I'm usually more lazy.
Grace was seated at Luke's desk, pen in hand, bent over a piece of notebook paper.
"Grace..." Luke, having been dragged up there only minutes before, was growing more confused by the minute. "What exactly are you doing? I thought you wanted to talk about this - the 'situation'."
"Look, Girardi, if this is going to work, we'll need guidelines." Grace replied exhasperatedly, as she blew a wisp of blonde hair from in front of her face. "And I thought the critical thinking was over with the schoolyear..." she mumbled, just barely audible.
"Wait, Grace. I thought it was pretty clear. Girl shouts at boy. Girl kisses boy. Boy kisses girl. The two of them are at a loss for oxygen for a few minutes. I'm into you. You're into me. What is there to figure out?"
She stared at him blandly. "You forget, Geek, that I have a reputation to protect. We're not just going to turn into your sister and Rove." With a look of disgust, she added, "Besides, I don't like you."
"If you don't like me, why are you here?" Growing even more bewhildered, Luke began to wonder if Friedman had slipped LSD into his Pepsi, and if this was all just a very odd trip.