About 4 hours later, I walked into the cafeteria. I bought a corndog with fries, a coke and half a tray full of smarties. Maya and I sat at the nearest table.
"So are you going to tell me about that boy in 1st period or am I going to have to squeeze it out of you," Maya asked.
"I don't know who you are talking about," I lied, knowing she was referring to Carlos.
Instead of responding, she took out her student manual and flipped through the pages.
"Carlos Garcia. He likes hockey and corndogs, his best friends are Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Logan Mitchell and Kyle Luther," she said.
"How do you all that stuff?"
"The school manual has background information on all of the students and don't change the subject."
"Fine, maybe I do like-"
"What do you like, Ari," Kyle asked as he walked to the table with Kendall, James, Logan and (of course) Carlos.
"Ummm," I looked around frantically and noticed the mass amount of smarties on my lunch tray. "I was telling Maya how much I like smarties."
"Okay," Kyle answered confused.
For most of lunch Maya and I ate silently as the boys were talking about James' car.
"-I wish I could just get my dumb car fixed. I looked under the hood and engine is all messed up," James complained.
"That means your oil is gathering impurities and becoming darker. You should probably get an oil checkup," I said as if it were nothing.
When I looked over, everyone, even Kyle and Maya were staring at me.
"How did you know that," Logan asked.
"My dad used to work part-time as an auto mechanic when I was 3, so I can fix a car with my eyes closed," I answered.
"Well can you help me with my problem?"
"Sure."
For the rest of the lunch, I gave advice on how to fix James' car. Maybe it isn't so bad here.