Lucas Mabry wants it all.
He wants a girl, team captain, and the popularity that comes with it.
Unfortunately, the new girl wants nothing to do with him and he turns to the only person he thinks will help.
Nikki Young.
His worst enemy.
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Lucas
"Did you get the pickles?"
"Check."
"Oreos?"
"Check."
"Toilet paper?"
My eyes scan the cart. Spotting the rolls in the cart, I grab them and say, "Check!"
"Okay, next items." Julian's eyes scan the notebook paper. "Hot pockets?"
"Three boxes." Carter nods.
"Yellow onions?"
"Here."
"White onions?"
I grab the white onions and examine them. Looking down at the yellow onions in the cart, I realize they are of similar color. "Why do we need both? Aren't they the same?" I let them fall inside the cart.
"I don't know." Carter shrugs. "My mom always grabs both."
"Maybe it's taste?" Julian offers. "Someone search it up."
Carter pats his pockets until he finds his phone and pulls it out. "So what do I write?" He places his elbows on the cart handle and leans against it.
"Go to google chrome," I suggest.
"Google chrome?" Julian's eyebrows scrunch into a disgusted face. "Can't he go to Safari?"
"What a dumb suggestion." I shake my head in annoyance.
"I always use Safari."
"You also used internet explorer." I raise an eyebrow, eyeing him down.
Julian breathes out his nose and sighs. "Go to google chrome, Carter."
"And type "the difference between yellow and white onions" dot," I add.
Julian's eyes roll to the back of his head. "He doesn't need to add the dot."
"Right!" I snap my fingers. It's doesn't matter on the search engine. "Erase the dot."
Carter nods like an obedient student and types across his phone. His eyes scan the screen. "It says white onions are "milder and slightly sweeter" than the yellow ones." Carter looks up from his phone, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. An expression I'm sure I mirror.
"That did not answer our question."
Carter and I agree with Julian.
"It says the white ones have a more pungent smell. Whatever that is." Carter tucks his phone inside his pocket.
"Huh, interesting." Julian looks down at the list. "Alright, where were we?"
"White onions," I answer.
"Okay. And watermelon?"
Carter slaps the watermelon, grinning as his eyebrows wiggle in our direction. I find myself laughing at his stupidity.
