This is from Becca's POV. I tried to bring back the funny. Jake's POV felt a little too whiny/angsty/whipped boyfriend for this scene. Still not sure where I'm going with this story, but it's all about the journey, not the destination, right?
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Oh. My. Gosh.
Did he really just do that? Because if so, I owe Tuba Mike ten bucks. And I'll have to buy a new dress to wear to Idiot Boy's funeral when his crazy girlfriend kills him dead.
Oh man. If it weren't the funniest thing I've heard since the "How do you get a Flute girl in bed with you" joke, I'd be completely freaking out right now.
Wait a second. I am freaking out right now. He's been in love, but not with Psycho? OK, I can't go there right now. There's funny still going on in front of me.
When Jake answered her question, she looked at me. Like it's my fault the kid doesn't have a brain. Well, to not be in love with her is just good common sense. To tell her he's not in love with her is suicide. Neither are my fault though.
"You bitch," she yelled at me. Then she stormed off.
Tuba Mike followed her. He's been trying to get in her pants since sophomore year, not like it's that hard. Anyway, the surprising thing is that Jake didn't follow. He was looking at his feet. Yeah, like the size 13 boats have the answers to all your problems.
"So," I said, nonchalantly. "My turn."
"Fire away," he replied to his feet. "Not like it can get much worse."
"What are you going to do now?"
"This." He got up from his seat. He came towards me. He held out his hand.
I took it, against my much better judgement.
Band trips are so funny. In a totally screwed up way.
"This had better be good," I said to him as we left the lobby and went outside, where everyone would have to freeze to eavesdrop. Like that's ever stopped them before.
