I typed in my code on my iPhone, 5194, they were the digits to my birthday, unoriginal I know. It was a text from from Scar.
"So shopping after school?"
"Yup, what r u getting?"
"No idea what is dress code/theme?"
"Risky business."
"Awesome!!"
"Great, meet in courtyard?"
"Roger that!"
Luckily I looked up just as Mr. Barnett looked over at me, I just smiled innocently. He turned back and looked around at the rest of my classmates. I sighed with relief that I didn’t get caught, it was his pet peeve.
Just then, “Brian! Put the phone away!”
“I wasn’t Mr. Barnett, I was just looking down.” Brian was totally lying, he was always texting in class. “No one looks down at their crotch and smiles Brian.” Retorted Mr. Barnett. “Now you have three choices. You can read the text to your peers, I can read the text to your peers, or you can give me your phone and you may get it at the end of the day.”
The whole class was staring at Brian, most were trying to stiffle a laugh. You could see the wheels turning in his brain, trying to decide what he should do.
“Uh, I’ll read it I guess.” Wrong choice. “Hey hott stuff, why dont you come over tonight and I’ll...”
read a dirty text in front of a teacher. I guess the thought of not having his phone for six more hours was too unbarable for him. Thankfully the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. We all scooted out before getting caught in the middle of what was about to ensue. Izzy and I parted ways as she went to Physics and I went to the Fashion lab. I stopped by my locker, which was thankfully in the main hallway, meaning easy access. I put my bag in, not was to carry it around. Just then someone put their hands over my eyes and whispered in my ear, “Guess who?” The voice tickled my ear. It was deep and smooth. I tried to pull the hands away but they stood fast. I knew who it was but I thought I might just ave a little fun with him.
“That is quite enough! Brian stay after class.” Mr. Barnett practically yelled, an extremely rare occurance. Brian’s cheeks turning bright red with embarrassment. If he had read that text to the football team, it would have been a brag and they would have all patted him on the back for being such a bro. But not in a classroom filled with girls and Mr. Barnett. Brian was stupid but I hadn’t thought he was that stupid to
“Hmmm....let me think....Joey?” I smiled.
“Nope, guess again.” I could hear him chuckle at his cleverness.
“Bennett?”
“Nope keep guessing.” Now he sounded a little more confused that I hadn’t guessed who he was yet.
“Oh I know! It’s Patrick!”
“No! You are no fun! It’s Collin.” He took his hands away and I spun around.
“I know silly. We’ve been besties since like forever!” I tried to put on my best valley girl accent. Collin just laughed. He was maybe six inches taller than me, with jet black hair. We had been really close since I had first moved to LA all thoughs years ago. He was always there for me, and I mean always. My mom once said you can tell a true friend by the fact that they will go out and by you tampons or still hug you when you are sick. Collin had done both. As we walked toward the fashion lab, Collin threw his arm around my shoulders. If we hadn’t been in school people might have thought we were dating, but everyone here at Sunset High School knew we were strictly best friends. His past girlfriends had always been suspicious or jealous of us but the truth is we were jus two peas in a pod. This theory had been tested one night, freshman year, when we were dared to kiss at a party. We did, of course, I never passed down a dare, but not to our surprise, there was nothing there, no spark. We laugh about it now.
“Did you hear about Zack’s party?” He asked nonchalantly.
“Yuppers. After school the girls and I are going shopping on Sunset or Rodeo.”
“Do you really need to, a, go shopping or, b, go shopping on Sunset or Rodeo?” He responded, lifting up an eyebrow.
“Yes, and no. I don’t have a white button down, boxers, a skinny tie, or knee high socks. Aka all the essentials for a risky business party. I’m going to go check out that new funky boutique on Sunset that is like a classy Spensors without the sex toys.”
“You are such a girl.” He teased with a smirk.
“I’d have thought you’d figured that out by now. What are you wearing?” I teased back.
“The football team has a plan. So don’t worry your pretty-little head about it.” He smiled in superiority.
“Wow okay, someone thinks he’s too cool for school.” We were now just standing outside my class. I leaned against the lockers.
“What can I say? Everyone loves me.” He stuck his nose in the air and made a kingly pose. I poked him hard and he almost fell over. We both started cracking up.
“Well, I better get to Physics, you know how Mr. Hogan gets when people are late.” I did know. I had taken Physics last year and he went crazy when someone was late for class, like foaming at the mouth, chunky face turning a strange shade of plum. He took punctuality very seriously.
“It has been a pleasure, Your Majesty.” I bowed low.
He nodded back. “Ditto, peasant.” As he walked down the hallway, I turned to go into the fashion lab. I got right to work, fashion was an independent study for me. It was what I was going to college for, my passion. I lived and breathed fashion, and not the typical bohemian fashion you think of when you hear California. I am talking about high fashion. Couture. Runway. I had known since fifth grade when I watched a Betsey Fashion show on t.v. Now I had gotten into my dream school. I worked on a new dress, getting in the zone and tuning out the world.
