Escape ~ S.Harrington

23} Stalkers and Finger Lickin' Good Food

    Steve had driven Jenna back to his house at the end of the school day so she could get her car. He didn't talk much besides complaining about Billy and talking about the dinner with Barb's parents later that night, as expected. After getting her car, she stopped home to find Dustin scrambling around the house and forcing her to drive him and Lucas to spy on Max at the arcade.

"This is creepy, little bro," She winced at Dustin while hiding behind her car. Dustin was leaning on her hood while Lucas stood beside him with a pair of binoculars.
"Shut up," He told his sister, then nudged Lucas and asked, "Still no sign?"
"Jack shit," He shook his head.
"Oh!" Dustin exclaimed, "Damn it. My mom's gonna murder me."
"So go home," Lucas leaned his elbows on the car, "I'll radio if she comes."
"Oh, yeah, nice try," He scoffed, "You just want me out of here so you can make your move"
"Oh, cause you're such a threat," Lucas remarked sarcastically.
"That's right," Dustin confirmed with his ego on full display, "She will not be able to resist these pearls," he purred to show off his new teeth.
"For the love of god," Jenna snapped, "Stop doing that. I get that you like having teeth, but I will take them from you if you keep doing that. And I'll cover with mom and tell her you were out with me if you stop."
"Cool, thanks, sis," He smiled, "Oh, ten o'clock. Ten o'clock!"
"What?" Lucas asked in confusion.
Dustin pointed back out to the parking lot where the three saw Billy's car pulling into the parking lot, dropping Max off.
Why does he look so stupid? I swear, he needs to stop dressing like a GAP commercial. It's like denim threw up on him.

As Max got out of the car, she started yelling at Billy and he yelled right back.
"They're arguing. They're arguing," Lucas pointed out.
"Oh, my god," Dustin rolled his eyes, "I see that. I don't even know why you need those," He slapped the binoculars, "God, you're so stupid."
Billy pulled away and Max stood in the parking lot flipping him off as he drove down the street.
Ooooooooh. I think I like her.

Max ended up going inside the arcade to play Dig Dug. The boys dragged Jenna over to the window to spy in on her.
"She's incredible," Lucas said while sliding down the glass to sit on the ground.
"She's..." Dustin started while following suit.
"Mad Max," They both finished.
"You two are fucking pathetic," Jenna sighed, "This is really fucking weird, I'm just going inside."
Before the boys could say anything, she went in and said hi to Alice.
"Sup, A-lee-ce," Jenna greeted while holding out her hand for their secret handshake.
"Sup, Jelly Belly," Alice smiled and accepted the handshake, "What brings you back here so soon? Is it to see my gorgeous face or my fabulous ass?"
"Definitely both," Jenna laughed, "But I'm also here my brother and one of his friends are spying on that girl over there," She tilted her head in Max's direction.
"I was thinking that. I saw them watching through the window. They're really creepy."
"Tell me about it. Well, I'm gonna go say hi to her and make my children think I'm cool."
"They already think that, but do as you like."
Jenna waved goodbye to Alice and walked over to Max.

"Hey," She leaned on the machine next to her, "Can I go when you're done?"
"Oh, uh, sure," Max eyed her suspiciously.
After she finished up, Jenna took her turn and got 10th on the leaderboard. She'd played through plenty of the arcade games and—just like her brother—she was pretty good at Dig Dug, but Pac-Man was still her best. She typed JELLY BEAN onto the leaderboard.

"Whoa," She heard Max gasp, "You're JELLY BEAN?"
"Yeah," Jenna smiled at her, "Have you gotten onto any of the boards yet?"
"Uh, I'm top on that right now," She blushed, pointing at the leaderboard.
"Ah," Jenna clicked her tongue, "So you're the one who took my 4th spot on Pac-Man, Mad Max."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize, I'm impressed."
"Really?"
"Yeah, considering I've never seen you around here before and since no one's even touched my spots before."
"I just moved here."
"I figured. I met your step-brother earlier today."
"He's an asshole."
"Tell me about it."