When Tommy Met Jerry (BoyXBoy)

6. the peculiarities of a pizza date 🍕

The SecretBusterService status update: fifty minutes ago

Dear students of Califur High,

It's about time I mention the rumours going around about Stefan Walker and Jen Hilton. Do I think they are together? I'm not so sure. My intel says that Walker just felt bad for Hilton after her hundredth attempt at throwing an interesting birthday party and that pity led him to stay back after. Jen, in her vulnerable state, jumped at the chance. Now if they are still together since that fiasco, either Walker is the next Gandhi, or Jen is a very persistent leech.
Until next time Lions,
Bond 007.

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Daisy kept to herself for a while. I needed to get Jeremy to cram a lot of material into his head in this session, and she understood the need of the hour pretty well. She sat on a side and finished her homework, while I grilled Jeremy about algebraic expressions.

It took me some time to figure out that he wasn't entirely the daft jock I had made him out to be. Sure, he did not get things quickly, and he definitely needed a lot of practice for every topic we covered, but slowly and steadily, we made progress. Once he got a hang of different types of questions, he started going through them with much more accuracy than before.

His speed was still nowhere I needed it to be, but at least he was getting the answers, now. The speed would increase with a bit more practice. I only worried how much time he would willingly sit in a chair and solve maths.

The pizzas took almost forty minutes to get to us.

"How did you know I liked pepperoni?" Jeremy asked Daisy, looking at his plate, "Did O'Sullivan tell you?"

I scoffed, "As if-"

But Daisy cut me off with a strong kick to my shin. I doubled over in pain. "Of course, he did!"

The creep.

Perhaps I should have had a few words about safety, privacy and what not with Daisy instead of Jones. I was going to get her for that kick, too.

Jeremy and Daisy dived into their pizzas. Daisy, too, had gotten herself pepperoni ( because, of course she did), and had ordered a Chilli pepper for me.

"When is your next game?" Daisy asked Jeremy, her mouth overflowing with the half-chewed pizza. I could sense just how close some of it was from dripping down to the floor.

"Daze, that is supremely unhygienic," I scolded her.

From across the table, Jeremy replied with his own mouth half full with food, "Three weeks from today. If I pass the math test at the beginning of that week, I'll play. Or else..."

Daisy nodded sympathetically, and I stared at the two. How was I stuck having pizza with cave people?

Daisy looked up at me this time, "He'll play, won't he? You'll make sure he does?"

I rolled my eyes. The big puppy-eyes routine might have worked when her age was in a single digit, but not anymore. I looked over to Jeremy, almost as if to say 'can you believe it?', but he had a similar routine going on as Daisy.

"You will, won't you?" He asked in a high pitched voice.

Ha ha.

They both burst out laughing and I decided it was time to tune them out.

I gulped down the rest of my pizza, ignoring both their advances at making me join the conversation. I was content in just listening to them talk.

Jeremy's words swirled in my mind and I tried to put myself at ease. He had been quite certain about never consciously hurting Daisy, and I could not see it happening anytime soon, either. Daisy chatted away with him, and he helped her keep the conversation flowing. He asked her about her class, and her friends, and she basked in the attention.