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MAVIS STAYED HOME THE REST of the day instead of returning for the rest of her classes, purely because she didn't feel like attending anything where she might run into Johnny Lawrence or Bobby Brown. She didn't feel like hearing from her partner. Of course, for some reason, the kid from her art history class just would not stop trying to contact her.
"Maeve, I really think you should answer," Her dad stood in her doorway, leaning his tall frame against the doorway. He held the phone in one hand, and she could see the cord wrapping around the corner from it's place in the kitchen. "It's not like you have a problem with him."
"It's not that," She mumbled, sitting in her bed with her radio next to her. Mavis listened to the local station sometimes, even though she could just as easily pull out one of her cassette tapes and pop that into her walkman instead. Carlos sighed, waving the phone. "He's on right now?"
"Why'd 'ya think I brought this damn thing over?" He asked, looking at her like she was stupid. Mavis pursed her lips, groaning. Her dad shook his head when she took her sweet time stretching and walking towards him. "This kid probably don't have all day, you know."
"And you have to go to work," She reminded him with the same amount of pettiness. He shrugged, rubbing the top of her head and ruining her wavy hair.
"There's takeout in the fridge. Chinese." She watched her dad leave with a smile on her face. "Stop calling here Bobby."
"What? I'm not allowed to talk to you? I tried calling five times, 'ya know, Maeve," He said, calling her by her nickname. She thought about saying something about it, but decided against it. "It took your dad answering the call just to get a word in."
"He shouldn't have bothered," She grumbled, staring into the speaker and walking towards the kitchen, nearly hanging up.
"Just wanted you to know I might have some time after practice this afternoon to work on the project."
"I'm okay, thanks." Mavis picked at her nails. Bobby sighed on the other line. She heard fighting in the background and immediately knew where he was. "Go back to fighting with your homosexual friends, Bobby."
"Look, I don't know when I'm gonna be free next. We gotta take this opportunity!" The boy pleaded, ignoring what sounded like an impatient Dutch waiting for him.
"Or," She emphasized. "We can divvy it up. I'll do half and you do half."
"Jesus Maeve, you're the one who wanted this over and done. The best way is for you to stop being so difficult and stop by in an hour. I promise we'll be done by then," Bobby once again attempted to appeal to her earlier wishes. Finally, Mavis caved, accepting the offer. "Fine, but I'm bringing a friend."
