you guys got your meal a few minutes later, and stayed in a parking lot to eat.
"wow," you say, taking a bite out of the chicken nugget. "i don't remember these being this bland."
"bland?!" said chris. "there's no way they're bland. mine taste fine."
"taste mine," you hand him a chicken nugget. "it's bland!"
he takes a bite, and immediately makes a weird face.
"is this.. even chicken?"
chris leaves the half bitten chicken nugget next to matt so he could taste it.
"probably not." you cringe.
"it can't be that bad," matt takes a bite. "it's.."
matt looks back at the both of you, with the most disgusted face ever.
"it's disgusting.."
he throws the chicken nugget out the window, full force, and ends up hitting a car.
"OH MY GOD." you say.
"it's fine!" matt tells you.
"THE CAR YOU HIT HAS A PERSON IN IT DUMBASS!" chris yells.
"no it doesn't!" matt says defensively.
"then why's the cars door opening?!"
you and chris get closer to the window, and watch a middle aged woman come out the car.
"MATT DRIVE!" screams chris.
"she's coming, she's coming." you whisper.
"MATT!"
without any hesitation, matt starts the car and sets his food down.
"DRIVE!" you and chris scream.
- - - -
it was now friday. the day of the lacrosse game.
you had fun hanging out with the boys a few days ago, and couldn't stop thinking about the pinky promise you and chris had made.
"ENJOY YOUR WEEKEND GUYS!" says your teacher.
the bell rings, dismissing everyone.
"y/n!"
someone taps your shoulder, causing you to turn around.
"nick! hey."
"i heard they invited you to see the game." nick grins.
"oh, yeah. they told you?"
"chris did."
you and nick proceeded to start walking to the field, talking along the way.
"he seemed kinda excited that you were going."
"really?"
"really. he was like, 'y/n and i did a pinkie promise blah blah blah..' and a bunch of other stuff."
"what do you mean by a bunch of other stuff?"
"i feel like it's not my place to say anything." nick tells you.
"tell me!"
"he's gonna get pissed off at me if he knows i told you this." nick crosses his arms.
you guys find a good spot on the bleachers, and sit down.
"please? i swear i wont say anything."
nick rolls his eyes at you, but finally gives in.
"he told me—"
"YOU CAME?" shouted a familiar voice.
both you and nick look down, and see the whole lacrosse team walking to the field.
chris was staring right at you, smiling.
"YEAH!"
you held up your pinkie, showing it to him.
he did the same, then left with his team shortly after.
"oh my god." nick elbows you. "what was that." he grins.
"nothing!"
"nothing?"
"i don't break pinkie promises."
"not for him you don't."
