with balloons and streamers everywhere. I felt like the Easter bunny with my stupid basket boy lunch clutched in both hands
while Miranda held on to one arm and Shelly latched on to the other.
They gave us the biggest table and whisked in an extra chair, and when everyone was seated, Mrs. McClure said, “Boys and girls?
I don’t think I need to remind you that you are excused from class for the rest of the day.
Enjoy your lunches, enjoy your friendships…. Take your time, relax, and thanks again for supporting your Boosters. We wouldn’t be us without you!”
So there I was, with the two hottest girls on campus, having lunch. I was “the man,” the envy of every other guy in school.
Buddy, I was miserable. I mean, these two girls may be gorgeous,
but what was coming out of their mouths about Jumbo Jenny was embarrassingly ugly.
Miranda works herself up to, “What was she thinking? Like you would ever want to go out with her, right, Bryce?”
Well, yeah. That was right. But it seemed really wrong to say so.
“Look, can we talk about something else?” “Sure. Like what?”
“I don’t care. Anything else. You guys going anywhere this summer?”
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