Davvy
"WOO HOO!!! DUTCHY! IT'S OVER!!!" Two-Bits roared, hugging Dutchy, who had just come out of his final English exam, followed by Skittery. "Hey, where's Specsy?" Dutchy shrugged.
"He's still in there. He's writing a dictation," he replied. I laughed.
"That's DISSERTATION, Dutchy. And I was NOT! I had a question!" Specs replied, indignantly, stepping out of the room. Two-Bits grinned, slyly.
"Isn't your English teacher Miss Larkson?" Two-Bits teased. Specs blushed, and muttered something that sounded uncannily like, 'Shut up, Bits, 'afore I soak ya.'
"Yeah, well, beats having Denton. He's CREEPY!" I said. Everyone, even those who didn't have him, nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, but, lucky for us, he only hits on you, Davvy!" Racetrack said, coming out of his Italian exam. I gave an involuntary shudder.
"Race? Why d'ya always take so long on Italian tests? It's yore foirst language!" Two-Bits asked. He shrugged.
"Why d'ya even TAKE Italian? That's like me taking English," I said, before realizing my error.
"Davvy, hate tah break this to ya, but YA DO TAKE ENGLISH!!!" Racetrack said, laughing. Everyone else laughed, too, and I blushed.
"I meant...Ya know...The LANGUAGE English...not...SHUT UP!!!"
"Hey, are we gonna hit the road or what?" Jack said, stepping out of his History exam before I could furthur embarrass myself. Starr and Spot came out behind him, nodding in agreement.
"Sounds good, but where's Dash, Kid Blink, Itey, and Mush?" Two-Bits asked, looking around for the final members of our group. Everyone shrugged.
"Oh, yeah! Dash is at the track (big shocker there). She said she had tah meet someone," Race said, suddenly. No one gave this a suspicious thought, except me, but I'm a paranoid person.
"Well, come on! Let's go bust in on their little party!" Two-Bits said, grinning. "Mush, Blink, and Itey are probably waiting for us. We'll see 'em in da hall or something!" She raced off, and we followed, pounding through the halls. At their lockers, Mush was talking animatedly about their Math exam, while Blink listened, a glazed look of boredom in his eyes.
"Save me!" he pleaded, about a millisecond before Bits grabbed them each by the collar, still running.
"Come on, ya slow pokes! We'se gotta see what ol' Dasher is up to!" she said, grinning evilly. Blink grimaced as I grabbed Itey, who had just come out of his Latin exam.
"I think I can tell ya that." But he didn't have to. By the time he said this, we had all burst outside, the track in plain view. And there was Dash sucking face with Oscar Delancey.