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VI. Skyler

Skylar: What is with that scary frown face, Gel?

Angel: SKY! I’m freaking out. The finals are just one week away. I have a weak dance routine. I got no partner. I am buried with lesson plans and my student who normally helps me out with paper work graduated.

Normally, Gelo’s bubbly and funny. I’ve never seen her so stressed out.

Skylar: I got a friend who could dance. Well, not an expert bit he’s the president of our HS dance troup so he’s okay.

Her face lightened up.

Skylar: I could call him you know. He still owes me something.

Angel: Could you do that?

Skylar: You don’t believe in my greatness? Yeah, I will. Wait. I’ll do it now.

It rang. Good. That means he’s not in the operating room… Then, it answered. I mean he. I pressed speaker on.

Jess’: Uhh, hello. Who’s this?

Skylar: Look at your phone, stupidhead.

Jess’: Oh? Hahaha. Sorry… Hey, I’m not stupidhead! Ohhh, sky! It’s you. What misfortunes bring you today?

Skylar: Shut up. You available at 4?

Jess’: Yeah. I got no clinic today. Why?

Skylar: Are you available for the whole week every 4?

Now, the whole faculty is listening to the speaker-phone call.

Jess’: I could be if I wanted to. But if it’s for your shananigans, I decline.

He giggled. Yes, we’re friends. He’s been a part of our group in HS. We’re like brothers and sisters.

Skylar: Not me, stupidhead. My friend. You talk to him, okay? And she’s a girl so don’t be mean.

Jess’: I’m not mea—

I pushed the cellphone towards Gelo. She freaked out but managed to say something.

Angel: Hello?

Jess’: Oh, you. Who’s this?

Angel: I’m Angel Lane. Uh, I’m a PE teacher. I’m kind of in need of… A dance partner.

Jess’: HAHAHAHAHA. Oh. Me? She put you on this. I’m sorry. Sky’s fooling around.

Angel: No.. No, I need you.

 Wow, Gel’s desperate.

Angel: Well, my finals for my masterals is coming up. I can’t find anyone else. Please, anything?

Jess’: Hm. Well, you found me. Haha. Ok. I’ll just adjust my sched. And we’ll start now?

Angel:  If it’s okay with you? Here, in school, at 4.

Jess’: Sure. Get my number and I’ll just text you when I get there.

Angel: THANK YOU. I owe you so much.

Jess’: No problem. Bye.

Gel’s face lightened up. Then she hugged me. Tightly.

Angel: I LOOOOOOOVE YOUUUUU SKYYY!

And yes, she screamed for the entire faculty to hear. They laughed with us.

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