From the incredibly hilarious, to the heart breaking sadness. This is the story of four high school friends and their walks of life. Follow these teens through this comidically dramatic series
It was Khari and I at my house for a little movie night, although it was right after school got out. I walked over to the livingroom with a bowl of popcorn and chips for us to munch on.
"So do you actually likehim?" He said taking a seat next to me. I never really thought of Alex as being the type of guy to be liked by a girl like me.
"I don't know, he doesn't seem like the type I would date." I grabbed a handful of popcorn and popped one in my mouth.
"What type are you talking about Z, the only other guys at our school are dumb jocks who wear letter jackets to pool parties." He said with an eyebrow raised.
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I laughed at this. "True, but I just don't see myself dating a..... nerd." I said.
Khari finished chewing. "See that's where the issue begins, you can't keep looking at him as a 'nerd' but you gotta see him as Alex."
I rolled my eyes. "Alex the nerd." I said giggling.
"And besides, he's one badass nerd if you ask me, I mean he literally smashed a bottle on Xavier's head for you, if that's not savage I don't know what is." He picked up an empty soda can and pretended to smash it on my head I punched him playfully.
"What if he doesn't like me."
"Trust me, I know a thing or two about dating and love affairs." He said.
"Oh really... name one guy you've dated in the past few months." I said
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He looked around at the floor as if he had a secret or something. Just then his phone started to ring. "I gotta get this, its my mom." He got up and went into the other room. I reached over to grab a blanket accidentally knocking over his backpack and his stuff fell everywhere on the floor. "Fuck." I sighed and started scooping stuff up and putting it in his bag. I got down and noticed a packet of papers that slid under the couch I fished it out. I started reading the cover of the packet, it was an application for a school named BSTA. Another school; was Khari transferring schools. I looked over the brochure, it was an art school. I know he loved art but does he love it enough to leave us.
