Brandon Evers is a Senior; a popular jock at Victor Prince High School. He's a player on and off the field. Surprised? Brandon doesn't want to be to tied down to any relationship, but his parents keep trying to push him into one by trying to get hi...
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Scott and Nate were standing in line at the buffet service counter, when two cute freshman girls let them cut in front of them.
"We know senior lunch ends soon," they said.
The boys had been held up by a team meeting that nearly took up their entire lunch period, they only had 10 minutes left. Though, they weren't too far back in the line, they'd probably still be late for third period.
One of the freshman girls tapped Scott on his left shoulder, prompting both seniors to turn around. The girl that had tapped Scott, was a short petite-framed black girl with long honey-brown hair. Her friend next to her was also tiny, she was sporting a black bob haircut. She was Hispanic. They were both very pretty.
"This might be a bit invasive, and you don't have to answer of course, but we were wondering... what happened to your arm?"
Nate snorted, bouncing his shoulders. Everyone at VP knew what happened to Scott's arm. Everyone.
"I fell out of a tree when I was younger." Scott nonchalantly shrugged his shoulder.
"Ow that must have hurt a lot," the Hispanic girl noted.
Scott tilted his head to the side. "Yeah, but it was so long ago. I don't feel anything now though," he pointed to his limp limb.
"Really? By the way, I'm Genevieve and she's Larissa," the black girl introduced, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Yeah, can't feel a thing, give it a pinch." Scott pulled the sleeve of his Adidas jacket, exposing his bare arm.
"Still nothing?" Larissa asked in disbelief.
The girls pressed their sharp colourful nails deeper into Scott's skin. When they finally gave up, their nails had left angry red marks on him. It would take a while before they'd disappear.
Scott fixed his jacket sleeve.
"So, what are you guys getting?" Genevieve asked pressing, she was trying to keep the conversation alive.
"Cookies."
"Yum, what kind? Larissa asked.
"Oatmeal raisin," Nate answered again.
The girls crunched their noses.
"Yeah, they're his favourite," Scott said playfully disgusted.
"Then what kind are you getting?" Genevieve asked Scott.
"White chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies."
"Do you guys have girlfriends?" Larissa finally asked. "Or seeing someone."
