Dream Girl

Skipping School Disaster

"Hey, Jason," said my beautiful girlfriend Jasmine.

I would say hot, but I feel like that I'm only calling her body hot. She's pretty, hot, and gorgeous. If you put that all together, you, my friend, would have the word "beautiful." That's the way I like to think about it.

Boys want her, and girls want to be her. She's got it all, and I'm lucky I'm a part of that.

"Hey, babe," I greet back, leaning against my locker.

"I was wondering if you wanted to meet my parents. I mean, we have been dating for a month now," she says, twirling her black her, and batting her lashes.

"Is be more than happy to."

The bell ringed. I ignored it. I always do. School isn't important now. This girl in front of me is.

"Okay. I'll see you at seven," she said before giving me a peck on the lips.

Darn. I guess she's leaving. That means, I have to go to class. Or not.

"Alright," I say.

It's time to take out the alcohol and party in a parking lot with my friend, Dylan. I have a bit of time before I have to go to Jasmine's house. It wouldn't hurt if I had a little sip.

I pulled out my phone and texted Dylan to meet me at the abandoned parking lot at a restaurant. It would be the perfect spot to kill some hours. It's not like I'm missing anything important. I'm failing anyway.

Dylan was leaning against ,my car, texting away on his phone. Probably talking to Penny, his geeky girlfriend. He's a popular guy, like me, and he's dating a loser. He should be dating the hot ones. He could if he wanted to.

"Do you have beer?" Dylan said, not taking his black eyes away from his phone.

"In the trunk," I answer, getting into the driver's seat.

"Alright," he says with excitement and jumps into the passenger seat.

"So. What's new? Is there a reason why you want to skip?"

"I guess I'm just worried about meeting Jasmine's parents. I've never had a serious relationship like this before," I say, starting the car and leaving the school parking lot.

"Dude. You guys have been dating for three weeks. You make it sound like you love her."

"I do. She's everything I've every wanted."

He scoffs. "Whatever you say, man."

The typing sounds of his phone was starting to get annoying. I tightened my hands on the wheel and quickly glanced at him.

"Do you mind? I'm driving," I say annoyed.

"What?"

"The texting noises. It's annoying."

"Sorry. I'm just texting Penny," he says.

"Penny? Really? Why can't you leave her to get a real girlfriend?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Penny! She's bringing down your popularity level! I care about you, and what I'm trying to say is that you should leave her and get a good girlfriend."

"How do you know she's not a good girlfriend? She likes me for who I am. Not from the amount of money I have, or the fact that I'm popular."

I scoffed at his ridiculousness. "Whatever, man. I wonder what Derek thinks of your good girlfriend."

Derek was the other part of our trio. His girlfriend was the head cheerleader. He and I had beautiful girlfriends while Dylan had a dorky blonde with braces.