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"I wasn't really going to leave then, you know," Jerome told Mara as the walked out of school. "I only did that to grab your attention."

"Sure," Mara scoffed.

"No really," Jerome stopped and looked at her seriously, then burst out laughing.

"Okay, then where are we going Smarty?"

"Smarty? I believe I should be saying that to you, Mara. Or Smart Cheeks," Jerome laughed at the horrified look on her face. "Don't worry, I won't call you that." Mara sighed with relief. "I'll call you Smarty instead."

Mara groaned. "Really Jerome? Can't you at least come up with something better?" The reached the road and looked down it.

"TAXI!" Jerome yelled. "And no, not really." Suddenly a Taxi came zooming down the road and came to a stop. Jerome smiled and opened the door for Mara, sliding in after.

'"'Ello," the driver said, glancing back at them. "Where would you like to go?"

"Umm, just drop us off at the square. We'll walk from there."

The driver nodded at Jerome, then turned and the veichle began to move.

"So what do you have planned for us?" Mara whispered to him a little while later.

"I don't know. We'll just see where this takes us." he put his arm around the back of where she sat casually, but he couldn't help feeling a little tense. Eventually, though, she eased and leaned back onto his arm, feeling rather comfortable.

I bet you don't feel like this with Mick, her voice nagged in her head. That's kinda true, Mara mused, comparing. His arm is always rock hard hard and sweaty. the voice said again. but his is soft. But Mick is always working out! Those are his muscles, Mara insisted to herself. How do you know Jerome doesn't have muscles. He probably has sweet abs. Mara thought about Jerome with his shirt of, then blushed at the though.

"Shut up!" she suddenly exclaimed, earning an odd look from Jerome and the cab driver. "Um, er, I mean...I was talking to myself!" she quickly said, making them stare at her even more. Well, I-"

"It's okay, Mara," Jerome held up his hand. "I do that sometimes, too, when I scheme. You can't help but speak out loud, can you?" he winked at her then leaned closer to her ear. "It's okay. The driver's life story was getting kind of boring, wasn't it?" Mara blushed and looked away, and he just smirked and looked out the cab window, loving how she felt on his arm.

"Ay," the driver called, snapping each back into focus. "We're here!"

Jerome nodded, and reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the correct amound of payment. "Here you go," he tipped the driver, then got out. "Come on, Mara! Your slower then a slug."

"And I'm sure you're quick yourself," Mara said sarcastically, pulling herself out and closing the door.

"Ay, don't listen to him. His all talk and no trousers, if I do say so myself," the cab driver chuckled as he watched them bicker.

"Uh..." Jerome raised his eyebrow. "Um, okay..."

"You're boastful, you know, arrogant?" Mara explained, glancing at the driver.

"Ay, your lady's right. It's slang," Driver as Jerome was calling him explained. "Don't worry, I'll refrain from using anymore."

"Mara, you know slang?" Jerome glanced at her in surprise.

"And you don't?" she shot back, glaring.

"Uh, no. I know tricks, not slang."

"Or speech," she muttered. "Come on, now are you going to take me wherever we're going or not? I want to get back to school."

"So quickly, Mara? Ah, well. My little Smarty," he pinched her cheeks. "Now let's go. We have to get moving if we're gonna go back to 'school'." Turning tail, Mara followed behind him.

"That cab driver said 'Ay too much, don't you think?" they could be heard saying as they walked away. "Forget the driver. Why would you pinch my cheecks?" "Ah, Mara. Mara, Mara, Mara..."

"Funny little chaps," Driver chuckled as the walked away. "Funny chaps...Alright!" he greeted as he saw a blonde-haired blue-eyed boy about their age walk up.

"Uh, what?" he looked confused. "I don't-?" he took a bite out of his apple then checked his pedometer.

Driver sighed. "It's a greeting, boy, a greeting. Don't kids know slang these days?" he muttered as he got into his taxi. "Well, at least that smart girl taught the Jerome guy a thing."

"Wait, what smart girl?" the teen exclaimed, but the driver was already driving away.

Can you guess who the boy is? You probably know. Stay tuned for Chapter 5!

~Dragonclaw11