take
you up on that. We'll see what tomorrow brings."
"Are you two
okay over there?" Mr. Franklin called. "Taekwondo works better if
you're not standing around chatting."
"Sorry, Mr.
Franklin," they both said and moved back to the middle of the circle.
Luckily, when their sparing started back up, Luci didn't feel the need to
retaliate for Mandy's behavior in the first bout. And, she realized a little
bit later, after hearing Luci's story, she wasn't dwelling on Alex any more. As
always, her best friend knew how to handle her.
WYATT
Wyatt's Richard
Nixon blasted a zombie, while Kareem's John F. Kennedy took another out. If
there was any mode cooler than the Call of Duty: Black Ops secret zombie mode,
he didn't know it. They ran through the maze, blowing away more and more of the
undead.
"Watch the
one on your left," Kareem said through his Xbox Live headset.
"Got it.
Weapon upgrade for you up ahead."
"Got it.
Thanks, bro."
They kept moving
and blasting, but something from school today ate at him. He doubted Kareem
cared, but he couldn't keep from asking. "Did Mandy seem down to you in
pop culture class?"
"Didn't
notice, bro."
"I wonder if
it's because we invited Allyssa into our group."
"Naw, dude,
we talked about this. Why would she care? She'll probably be glad to get
another girl in the group. Besides, Allyssa's cool, and she knows her
stuff."
"Yeah."
They ran into another zombie-infested room, and chatter died down while they
each took out a dozen or more zombies, both their characters quipping
one-liners as they did so. When they cleared them all out, Wyatt hoped Kareem
would move onto a different subject, but that wasn't his style.
"It's not
like she's going to be jealous of Allyssa or anything. Our girl's got a
soon-to-be Division I starting quarterback on her hands. He's probably going to
be a first round NFL draft pick in three or four years."
"I know. I
doubt it would be that. She just seemed distracted, maybe sad, is all."
"Get that
one," Kareem said, talking about an approaching zombie. Wyatt put it down
with a headshot. "Listen, bro, no one can possibly be happy one-hundred
percent of the time. It simply doesn't happen."
"Yeah. I
probably should have talked to her, though. Made sure she was okay."
"Dude, I know
you're not getting feelings for her. Not only is she totally off limits, but she's
hitched to the coolest guy in school, a guy who actually likes us well enough
to keep even the biggest bullies from kicking our scrawny butts on a weekly,
maybe daily, basis."
"No, I only
want to be her friend. Like back in elementary school."
"From what
I've heard, back then, she was into you. Like way into you. If you like her so
much, you should have latched onto her then."
"I tried, but
on the first day of junior high you wouldn't let me get near her. You said she
and her friends were too pretty for us to even talk to. Besides, she did not
like me like that. We were just really good friends."
He heard Kareem
scoff over the headset. "Man, it's no wonder you haven't asked Allyssa
out. You have no flirt-radar. Like zero."
"Flirt-radar?"
Wyatt said with a laugh.
"Yeah.
Flirt-radar. As in, you wouldn't know if a girl was flirting with you even if
she did it right to your face. Which, I might add, Allyssa has done more times
than I can count in the past year and a half. And I can count pretty damn high,
bro."
"Sounds more
like an app to me. Something you can download from Google Play or the iTunes
store. Something you could use to figure out where all the flirts around you
are coming from."
Kareem didn't say
anything for a few seconds. When his voice did return, Wyatt could tell he wore
that far-off thinking/plotting expression he got when pondering an idea.
"All kidding aside, and ignoring the fact that you couldn't actually
harvest the flirt information, can you imagine how much money we'd make if we
could create an app like that? We'd make so much bank we wouldn't need
college."
"Says the
you up on that. We'll see what tomorrow brings."
"Are you two
okay over there?" Mr. Franklin called. "Taekwondo works better if
you're not standing around chatting."
"Sorry, Mr.
Franklin," they both said and moved back to the middle of the circle.
Luckily, when their sparing started back up, Luci didn't feel the need to
retaliate for Mandy's behavior in the first bout. And, she realized a little
bit later, after hearing Luci's story, she wasn't dwelling on Alex any more. As
always, her best friend knew how to handle her.
WYATT
Wyatt's Richard
Nixon blasted a zombie, while Kareem's John F. Kennedy took another out. If
there was any mode cooler than the Call of Duty: Black Ops secret zombie mode,
he didn't know it. They ran through the maze, blowing away more and more of the
undead.
"Watch the
one on your left," Kareem said through his Xbox Live headset.
"Got it.
Weapon upgrade for you up ahead."
"Got it.
Thanks, bro."
They kept moving
and blasting, but something from school today ate at him. He doubted Kareem
cared, but he couldn't keep from asking. "Did Mandy seem down to you in
pop culture class?"
"Didn't
notice, bro."
"I wonder if
it's because we invited Allyssa into our group."
"Naw, dude,
we talked about this. Why would she care? She'll probably be glad to get
another girl in the group. Besides, Allyssa's cool, and she knows her
stuff."
"Yeah."
They ran into another zombie-infested room, and chatter died down while they
each took out a dozen or more zombies, both their characters quipping
one-liners as they did so. When they cleared them all out, Wyatt hoped Kareem
would move onto a different subject, but that wasn't his style.
"It's not
like she's going to be jealous of Allyssa or anything. Our girl's got a
soon-to-be Division I starting quarterback on her hands. He's probably going to
be a first round NFL draft pick in three or four years."
"I know. I
doubt it would be that. She just seemed distracted, maybe sad, is all."
"Get that
one," Kareem said, talking about an approaching zombie. Wyatt put it down
with a headshot. "Listen, bro, no one can possibly be happy one-hundred
percent of the time. It simply doesn't happen."
"Yeah. I
probably should have talked to her, though. Made sure she was okay."
"Dude, I know
you're not getting feelings for her. Not only is she totally off limits, but she's
hitched to the coolest guy in school, a guy who actually likes us well enough
to keep even the biggest bullies from kicking our scrawny butts on a weekly,
maybe daily, basis."
"No, I only
want to be her friend. Like back in elementary school."
"From what
I've heard, back then, she was into you. Like way into you. If you like her so
much, you should have latched onto her then."
"I tried, but
on the first day of junior high you wouldn't let me get near her. You said she
and her friends were too pretty for us to even talk to. Besides, she did not
like me like that. We were just really good friends."
He heard Kareem
scoff over the headset. "Man, it's no wonder you haven't asked Allyssa
out. You have no flirt-radar. Like zero."
"Flirt-radar?"
Wyatt said with a laugh.
"Yeah.
Flirt-radar. As in, you wouldn't know if a girl was flirting with you even if
she did it right to your face. Which, I might add, Allyssa has done more times
than I can count in the past year and a half. And I can count pretty damn high,
bro."
"Sounds more
like an app to me. Something you can download from Google Play or the iTunes
store. Something you could use to figure out where all the flirts around you
are coming from."
Kareem didn't say
anything for a few seconds. When his voice did return, Wyatt could tell he wore
that far-off thinking/plotting expression he got when pondering an idea.
"All kidding aside, and ignoring the fact that you couldn't actually
harvest the flirt information, can you imagine how much money we'd make if we
could create an app like that? We'd make so much bank we wouldn't need
college."
"Says the
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