Remind Me

∞ 7: Remind Me Of My Birthday ∞

Chapter Seven

Remind Me Of My Birthday

November 26

"Happy birthday!" Snow screams, when she spots me getting out of Watson's car. Watson drives me to school almost every morning. I meet him usually a few blocks away from my house, so that my dad wouldn't catch me getting rides from him. My dad thinks I take the bus to school.

Watson rolls his eyes when he sees Snow running over to me with balloons in her hand. Behind her, I see my other friends.

My lips split into a grin. "Snow!"

"Ugh, eighteen already! I'm so jelly!" she exclaims. She throws her arms around me.

"Can I give you your eighteen birthday punches now?" Jack asks, looking at me.

"I think we can," Tate says, moving in on me. There's an amusing look in his blue eyes.

"What?! No!" I say, moving Snow over a little so that she could serve as a human shield between Jack and Tate, and I. Every year, Jack and Tate have to give me birthday punches. It's annoying. "Guys, I'm serious!" I squeal, when I dodge one of Jack's punches. His and Tate's punches never hurt, but that still doesn't mean I like them.

"I'll see you later, Suse," Watson calls, walking away from me.

"And leave me to defend for myself?!" I yell.

"You got your other friends there. I'm out."

"You're the worst boyfriend ever! Gah!" Snow releases me and I fall back against Watson's car. Jack takes this chance to give me my birthday punches. I start laughing for some odd reason. His two hands are moving so fast punching my arm that they remind me of the way kangaroos "box." It doesn't help that he's so short, too. "Dammit, Jack," I splutter, between giggles. "Stop!"

His punches turn into tickling and I feel like I'm about to die. "Alright, alright. Jack, I can't breathe. Stop." All the while, Tate is just looking down at Jack and I, stifling a laugh.

Jack stops tickling me, and smirks. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you," I reply.

Snow bends down and offers a hand to pull me up. "Here are your balloons. I would've gotten you eighteen of them, but I don't want you to float away so..."

I giggle and peck her on the cheek. I accept her two balloons. One says "Happy Birthday!" on it while the other one says "18".

"Snow also made you a birthday cake," Aubrey pipes up.

"But we won't be eating it until lunch," Snow points out.

"Oh, and we will be singing you the birthday song," Tate adds.

I groan. "Guys, is that really necessary?"

"Yes," they say, almost in unison.

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I have pre-calc with Watson. We sit next to each other because Mrs. Goodwin isn't one to have assigned seats in her class.

While she's droning on and on about quadratic modeling, Watson's caressing my thigh under our desk, making it hard for me to concentrate. Bernardo and Maya sit right in front of us, to my dismay.