"Hurry if you want to stand a chance of getting any of the good stuff." J.J. said as he entered the cafeteria. He turned around to see me leaving. "Where are you going?"
"You coming?" I said, heading to the parking lot.
J.J. hesitated for a moment before following me. I got out my keys and unlocked my car the Carlisle let me borrow. J.J. stopped a few feet away and stood there, staring.
"What?" I asked him, throwing my stuff into the trunk.
"This-this is y-you car?"
"What, you've never seen an Aston Martin V12 Vanquish before?"
He shook his head.
"Do you like Chipotle?"
He nodded. I sighed.
"Then put you stuff in the trunk, close it, and get in." I said, getting into the driver seat.
He quickly put his stuff into the trunk and got in.
"This is one good burrito." J.J. said, stuffing his mouth.
"Chipotle makes some of the best burritos and tacos."
We sat on the bleachers near the football field. We were waiting for our 5th our class, Rocky Mt. High, to begin. I bought J.J. lunch and he was going to pay me back. I noticed a guy coming towards us.
"Is that the TA?" I asked J.J.
He turned around and looked at him.
"Oh, yeah. That's Mix-Master Mark."
"Mix-Master Mark?" I took a bite out of one of my tacos.
"It's his nickname, like J.J. is mine."
"Hey J.J.!" Mark called. "Are you going to give me some of that?" he set his bag next to ours and sat on the row below us.
"Get your own man." J.J. took a bit out of his burrito.
"Here." I held another burrito in Marks face. He took it and began eating.
"What's your name?" Mark asked.
"Terra."
"I'm-"
"I know who you are, Mark."
He seemed a little confused before realizing that J.J. probably told me.
"So, Mix-Master, what are we doing in Rocky Mt.?" J.J. asked.
"We are playing games to get to know each other and remember each others name." Mark took another bite of his burrito.
"When do we actually get to climb?" J.J. eagerly wanted to know.
"Not until next two weeks or so."
The bell rang, cutting off J.J.
And let the games begin. I thought to myself.