Still don't own anything but my added characters and their plots...
(This is where the story starts to get really fun...)
Two minutes later his new friend was using her elbow to open the same door as she continued brushing the dirt off of herself. Jack was shaking his head as he handed back her soda. "Little dramatic, don't ya think?"
"Shut up you," she said with a grin, wiping away the soda she'd just spilled down her chin. Then she pointed at him. "It worked didn't it?"
"Yeah it worked," he admitted. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shivered a little. "So what do we do now?" Funny, a 20 year old asking that of a minor.
"I'm headed to the school parking lot. You're welcome to follow me if you're really that bored."
Hmm… follow around a trouble making rich girl, or go home and watch tv for the rest of the afternoon…Why was that even a question… and why did Jack feel like he was probably picking the wrong option?
He started walking after her. "You said parking lot. I assume that means you have a car?"
"I have a motorized rust bucket that thinks it's still an '89 Cavalier Wagon." She noticed his disbelief. "Just 'cause I'm a rich kid doesn't mean I'm spoiled."
"Hey at least you have a car," he admitted.
He could see her trying to hide a smile as she finished off her soda. She was fishing in the pocket of her sweatshirt and finally pulled out the keys. She unlocked the driver's side door and reached in for her jacket, leaving the empty bottle on the floor. Coaxing the jacket over her hoody she asked "Any specific time you need to be home by."
Again, Jack thought, their ages seemed reversed.
"Not really," he shrugged.
"Not really…meaning someone would like you home for dinner which is at…?"
He laughed and nodded as he pulled out a cigarette. "Mom's got dinner ready by 6:30 usually."
"Ha, lucky. I've gotta be home by 5." She glanced down at her watch. "It's 2, I've still got a few hours to kill, any ideas?"
Taking a puff Jack shook his head and said, "I have no idea how to entertain rich girls."
"Something tells me that only applies to ones that are smart enough to do more than fawn and fuck."
Jack had been in the middle of a chug of soda but choked, which in turn caused Cal to laugh out loud. But the boy had already come up with a retort. "Nah, you got it all wrong. It only applies to the minors."
Hanging her head in mock defeat the girl pouted, "fair enough."
"Oh, no snappy comeback?"
"No, I wasted them all apparently." Then after a moment of though she reached inside the car to turn it on. Cocking her head to the side as she sat down she asked suddenly, "You getting in?"
"Where're we going?"
"Away from the school, so I don't get caught."
Jack sighed and went to the other side of the car as she unlocked the door for him. This was insane. He was wandering around with a girl he didn't even know. Unfortunately it was fun, and he had little better to do.
All of a sudden the slightly frightening teenager was chuckling to herself. "What?"
"I just thought of a good way to waste some time and money."
"Yeah…just to let you know, you're kinda scary right now."
"Maybe, but I'd almost guarantee you're gonna enjoy yourself."
Almost half an hour later they parked outside a shopping mall. "What the hell are we doing here?"
Undoing her seatbelt the girl smiled and asked, "Ya ever played laser tag before?"
He stared at her. "Laser tag?"
"There's not gonna be anyone in there this time on a Monday, 'cept maybe a few college kids."
Jack got out of the car without another word and followed her into the arcade. There was something wrong with this girl. No normal teenage girl takes a near stranger to play laser tag…
Cal glanced at her watch. They had almost enough time for two games even if she drove Jack home afterwards. Two games it was then, she forked over the $40. They got plastic bracelets put on each of their wrists. (She heard jack laugh a little as she put her arms up as if being handcuffed). Then they went into the anteroom where four other people were waiting.
Three even teams: red, blue, yellow. Jack and Cal were blue. The other pairs were discussing strategy. Cal unclipped her gun from the bulky vest over her shoulders without saying a word to her partner. He didn't seem to mind, doing much the same thing without even really looking her way. He seemed a little nervous, even raising the gun to aim as if testing the scope of a real weapon. Force of habit, she assumed. She never tested the sight of her real guns, her father or grandfather always did that before they handed it over to her. This was going to be interesting…