The Golden Boy ⚣

21 - taco bell

Kile groaned in frustration for the third time, tugging the strings of his ear phones and muttering explicit curses under his breathe every second.

"Oh, just give me that." I said, taking it from him when he looked close to smashing it on the table. "See, you just have to follow the string and then untie it."

"Ugh, how are you so good at this?!" Kile exclaimed, slumping into his chair. 

"It's easy." I laughed, and then handed it back to him once fully untangled. "Oh, by the way, this weekend is Evie's party. Can you come?"

"Sure." Kile murmured, sitting up. "But would she be okay with having me there?"

"Yeah of course." I shrugged. "She's normally an ass, but she likes you. She wouldn't have let you sit at our table otherwise."

A smile tugged his red lips and he leaned on his elbows, looking at me. "She really acts like a queen."

"More like a dictator." I said dryly. "Why don't you just buy wireless earphones?"

"Because..." he looked down at them, shrugging. "I don't know. I don't think my parents would buy anyways."

"Hmm." I said, and then mentally made a check to get him earphones later.

"I'll be there." Kile nodded. "What time should I come?"

"Uh, around 7? It's at Hale's house." I replied. "But I'll be going early to set up stuff. You can join me if you want. Wait, do you know where I live?"

"Did you just ask me that?" he said dryly, and I laughed.

"Okay, just come over to mine at 6."

"Not a problem." Kile said, and then perked up when Mrs. Marionette walked in.

"Why are so many people absent?" she asked, looking at the classroom of barely 9 students out of the usual 21.

"I don't know." Memphis shook his head. The chick he was supposed to tutor looked up when he spoke, and smiled fondly. Memphis' dark skin tinged red, as if he could feel her smile on his neck.

"Fine, it's too less of a class to teach. Portions are covered anyways. Sit and do some problems, come and ask me a few doubts." She clipped, sitting on her seat and opening her purse.

Everybody went quiet, doing their own thing. Kile and I scooted closer together at the same time, grinning as our tables joined and we were able to talk easily.

"They're so a thing, aren't they?" Kile smirked, looking at how Memphis got up and walked to Lea, sliding a chair to her desk and sitting down bashfully. Her face brightened, and she tucked a strand of her purple hair behind her ear.

"They sure are." I retorted. "Wonder if they're already dating, or in that awkward stage where they both have crushes."

"I happen to know Memphis' parents." Kile told me, leaning in further until our head were together. "They would not approve of her."

"I don't think he cares." I stated, looking at how they emitted hearts and rainbows.

"You know, I think Carlie is warming up to Peter." Kile said, huffing through his nose. "She agreed to think about considering going on a date with him, but only if he finishes all his school exams and passes properly."

"Hey, that's progress." I shrugged. "You did know she had a crush on you though, right?"

"Yeah I knew." Kile nodded. "But I'm not interested in her."

"Oh right, you do have a crush don't you." I teased. "Do you still like them?" I swallowed down the refusal in my throat, trying to act nonchalant and happy like any normal friend would.