The rest of the day went by like a flash on a camera. I was in a relatively good mood because of my new friends ,and getting to know them. I still couldn't get the meeting with Karmin out of my head though. I snap my self out of my thought and make my way to the entrance. I was sitting in the library reading. The library wasn't too far from the entrance. When I stepped outside it was warm. The chatter and laughter from students waiting for their buses could be heard. I made my way down the path that was aligned in front of the school. I put my ear buds to my walkmen in ,and switch the cassette to Killing Business by Megadeth. Just then someone had jumped on my back making me and them fall over. I tumble over only to be met by a ginger main. I laughed," What the hell Megan?!?"
"Sorry the opportunity was too good."
"Hahah," Is all I could manage to say. People walked by looking at us like we were nuts. "Where is Markus?" I asked.
"Oh, I ran when I saw you so he should be near by," Megan stated standing up dusting herself off. I turn to see a chuckling Markus walking over to us. He looked down and shook his head. His long dark brown hair covering his face as he laugh. The iconic hippy glasses dangling off his nose.
"Here," Megan said giving me her hand. I grabbed it and I was helped up off the ground.
"Thanks," I replied simply and smiled.
"You are nuts Megan," Markus chuckled.
"Thank you, Thank you I try I really do."
"So you guys taking the bus or do you wanna ride?" Markus asked.
"Well you owe me because you forgot me this morning ,cause you had to go pick up Karmin," Megan said a stern look on her face.
"Sorry, I missed practice the other day ,and I owed him one," Markus replied scratching the back of his neck.
"Practice for what?" I questioned.
"They are trying to form a band," Megan replied for him.
"That's so cool," I said,"What instrument do you play?"
"Guitar," He said coolly.
"Wow that's amazing. I wanna learn to play guitar ,but my dad won't let me. He says it's improper for a young lady," I stated.
"That sucks. Well if you ever want to learn sometime I could teach you."
"Ok can we go now I want a hot pocket," Megan said board.
"Sure," Markus said walking towards the parking lot. I stood there as they started leaving. Megan turned around.
"You coming or not Abs?" Megan questioned.
"Oh, I'm aloud to ride with you guys?"
"Of course silly you are our friend," Markus gleamed.
"Oh thank you," I said.
"No problem," Megan stated.
They started walking again ,but this time I followed. We strutted across the parking lot ,and we made our way to an old black beat up Honda. "Hop in," Markus said getting into the drivers seat. Megan got in on the passengers side leaving me in the back.
"You still owe me for leaving this morning so we are playing the music I want to play," Megan stated.
"Fine, just not the Meat Puppets I hear them all the time from your room when we are home," Markus furrowed his brows.
"Yo, Abs got any suggestions," Megan questioned.
"How about Killing Business by Megadeth. I got the tape here," I said pulling the tape out of my walkmen.
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Love In The Third Degree
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