“Yo Parker,” whispers Spencer, poking me in the ribs. I lift my head off my desk, my bangs falling on my forehead.
“What?” I ask grumpily.
“Secret admirer vibrating,” he winks and points to my chest, where my phone, securely strapped around my bra strap, is vibrating like crazy. I groan, a bit too loud, and the entire class turns to look at me.
“My class too boring for you, Miss Parker?” asks Mr. Solomon, my Social Studies teacher.
“Uh, no sir,” I smile smugly. “Just groaning ‘cause your awesome very interesting class is—“I look up at the clock hanging on top of the chalkboard. Almost lunch time. “Is…”
The lunch bell goes off.
“Is over!” Everyone practically leaps out of their seats and in less than a minute we’re
out the door headed for lunch. Mr. Solomon looks at me with that look that teachers give you when
they’re angry but can’t do anything but they’ll get you back somehow. That’s the look Mr. S. gives me.
I quickly slip out of class with Spencer, who’s laughing his butt off.
“Nice Parker,” Spencer elbows me in my stomach.
“Nice what?” I ask, innocently. “Nice hair? Nice clothes?” I pause. “Nice ass?” Spencer‘s eyes open wide and he starts crying with laughter. It wasn’t even THAT funny.
He catches his breathe and manages to say,” Well at least you got the ass part right!” He ends up
falling to the ground again. Students walk by and just stare at us like weirdos. Luckily they don’t
stick around for long because by the look on my face, and my reputation here at this school, they know not to mess with me.
Spencer sits up against a locker and takes deep breathes to calm himself.
“Are you on drugs?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
“Ha ha,” deep breathe. “I am,” deep breathe. “Not on drugs.” He stops with the weird breathing.
“Spencer…” I give him my warning tone. “You’ve been my best friend since 3rd grade. We share secrets with each other. We’ve had sleepovers together! Shit, we even played I’ll – show –you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours!” Spencer looks at me then and sighs.
“Okay so I might be on some…” He shakes his head
“Who gave them to you?”
“Well I promised her I wouldn’t say—“
“So it’s a girl?” I cut him off.
“--- and I slap swore and you know that’s hard to keep—“
“It was Jasmine wasn’t it?”
Jasmine, my other best friend. Spencer sighs.
“Yes…”
“I knew it.” I smile, triumphantly.
