The Date

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I go out to my locker after the bell rang and I do the combination a few times and I get my locker open. I grab my books and stuff them in my back pack and walk outside the school. About 5 minutes later as I'm sitting in the grass picking at it, I hear foot steps walking up to me. I look up and see Branden and I smile up at him, holding my hand out to him so he'll help me up. He grabs my hand and jerks me up.

"Hey, I was wondering. Do your parents know about us going to the pizza place down town?" I ask him.

"They won't care." He says rapping his arm around my shoulders.

"And you know this how?" I ask him.

"Eh, they never do. How about your parents?"

"I already texted my mom."

"Your parents have to know where your going?" He says chuckling.

"No, I just feel more safe when my mom and step dad know where I'm at. You never know what could happen."

"Your to safe."

"It's rather to be safe then sorry."

"So is your mom coming to pick you up when we're done?"

"No, I wanted to walk."

"It may take a while."

"She already knows."

"K, good. I don't want you to get into trouble because of me."

"Oh I won't."

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We walk into the pizza place and we sit in a booth. I order hawiian pizza and Branden got regular cheese pizza.

"So why did you move to LA?" Branden asks me.

"My step dad had to change jobs."

"Why?"

"More money."

"Ohhhhhh makes sense."

"Yeah.... What time is it?" Branden looked at his iPhone.

"Oh damn. It took us a while to walk here. It's about 6:30."

"Oh shit. It's gonna take a while to walk home since I live across the whole town. Jesus I should told my mom I wanted a ride."

"Well can't you text her right now?"

"No, she's probably at the grocery store right now. I looked at her schedule before I left, I always do."

"Why?" I shrug.

"I guess it's because I'll know if I need a ride, I'll know how long it'll be before she's got an open space to come and get me and she won't have an 'open space' until like 10."

"Ohhhhhhh."

"Yeah, so.... I think I should get going."

"You want me to go with you?"

"No thanks, I'm okay."

"Okay......" He says wearily. I get up and I give him some of my money to pay for me and left.

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