Mirrors

Three

I WAS ABLE TO drop Jamie on time, but that also means I only have 10 minutes before I am marked as late. Not a very good first day of school impression.

My phone rang and I connected it to the car's system. "Question, if a girl smiles at me while tucking her hair, does that mean she likes me?" It was from Miguel. The youngest one in our group. It is also his first day in twelfth grade and that worries us a lot. His womanizing schemes are getting worst and we cannot really stop him.

"Okay, first of all, you're an asshole. Second, no, that does not mean she likes you or wants to make out. I mean, seriously, Migs. It is your first day of school and you are already searching for possible victims?" I said without hiding my irritation.

He replied, "The wrong answer, but thank you. Come on, man. Give me a break. I've changed and I swear that this time, I'm good." If you don't know Miguel, you would have believed his sweet tone. However, we know him, and that tone indicates he is up to more bullshit.

"Bet you we'll make out after school?" he laughed and I turned the phone down.

The parking lot was already packed, but I was able to see a spot behind the library. I parked beside a car with an open window, and smoke is coming out of it. No, it was vape. I turned the engine off and got out of the car.

A familiar voice from the car beside mine came, "About time you arrive," the familiar voice said.

"Uh, excuse me, do I know you? Show yourself." I demanded. The white Ford Tuscany door opened, and from it came a man I've known since high school days. My partner in crime, my business partner, Stephen.

"Nice ride, Chris. What happened to 'civics are for fuckboys and I hate them' rules, eh?" he mockingly asked.

"My mother bought it for me and I don't have the luxury of complaining, do I? Unlike you, pampered boys. So daddy gave you his toy now?" I rebutted. We stared at each other for a second and burst into laughter. "Seriously, though, I would have gladly commute, but my mom needs me to drop Jamie to school," I added.

"Alright, man, chill." He took a long puff from his pod before continuing, "We only have two minutes before our first subject starts. The buyer of ours is late."

Stephen and I supplied vape related stuff in our previous school. Business was good back then and we were the top dog. Now that we are in college, we have to start from scratch again before earning some serious money.

"We can't be late, Pen. Just message your buyer and reschedule." He nodded. "Any update from the others?" I asked.

"The others are already in their respective subjects. Migs called me asking about whether a girl likes him if she smiled. Fucking asshole." He snorted. "We'll meet the other at the cafeteria later."

Stephen and I ran like hell for our first subject. Luckily, we did not get lost and we made it barely on time. The professor was still checking for attendance, which gave us enough time to blend in, in the class. Unfortunately, Pen and I had to sit separately.

"Okay, class. I'm Professor Bob Lither, and welcome to Math 1." My phone vibrated. It was Pen. "Good thing Mr. Butt Licker didn't scold us." I laughed out loud and forgot that I was still in a class. Everyone was staring at me and I can see Stephen containing his own laugh. Great. What a way to leave a first-day impression.