“So do we got a test today?”
“I think I’m gonna try for a scholarship.”
“I don’t know.”
“Sounds cool dude.”
“You read the book in this class?”
“Do you think she’ll let us take it tomorrow/”
“What’s it for?’
“No. Have you?”
“Doubt it.”
“Basketball.”
“Basketball.”
“I hope she does.”
“No.”
“You play basketball?”
“We’ve been putting it off for a long time now.”
“I think it’s bout some kids drivin’ round an beatin’ up people.”
“Yeah.”
“Still. I don’t want to take it.”
“Sounds stupid.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Alotta people like it.”
“We’re gonna have to take it.”
“I’ve been playing since middle school.”
“Alotta people are retarded.”
“Crap.”
“Huh. You any good?”
“That’s true.”
“What’s it over?”
“You’re my best friend. How didn’t you know I played basketball?”
“Is there a movie version?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you study?”
“Wow.”
“Crap. I hope there is.”
“What?”
“A little.”
“Me too.”
“I don’t wanna read.”
“Show’s what kinda friend you are.”
“What you study?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just looked over a couple of worksheets we did lately.”
“Reading
“We’ve known each other since kindergarten.”
“Yeah.”
“We’ve done worksheets?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. And?’
“Why can’t we just watch movies?’
“You didn’t know that I’ve played basketball all this time?”
“Crap!”
“Yeah. Who reads anymore?”
“You’ll do fine.”
“Sorry.”
“Nerds.”
“No. I’m gonna fail.”
“Shows what kinda friend you are.”
“Haha. Yeah.”
“No you’re not.”
“Sorry that my life doesn’t revolve around you.”
“I mean I’ve got a life. I can’t waste that on some book.”
“Yes I am. My life’s over.”
“Wow. I mean….wow.”
“Yeah. Who cares about what happens in a dumb book? I gotta worry about real life.”
“You’ll be ok. It’s gonna be easy.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I think we should just watch movies over it. At least they’re more interesting.”
“You think?”
“You’re a douche.”
“Yeah. Oh. What you doin’ this weekend?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry that I don’t care about some stupid basketball.”
“Nothin’ much. You?”
“Can you help me study real quick?”
“Wow.”
“Sure.”
“Sparknotes.”
“Can I borrow those?”
“Is that all you can say?”
“I don’t get any of this.”
“Sure.”
“No.”
“Yes you do. It’s not that hard.”
“That’s all you’ve been saying.”
“Thanks girlfriend.”
“How bout this? We’re not friends any more.”
“You sure this is what the test is over?”
“No problem.”
“Wow.”
“No. But what else could it be over?”
“Is that all you can say?”
“How are things with…you know who?”
“You’re a douche.”
“Ugh. I’m gonna fail.”
“Um. Idk. We’re talkin’ and stuff but he won’t make the first move.”
“You’re a douche.”
“No. You ain’t gonna fail.”
“That sucks.”
“Yes I am.”
“No. You are.”
“Yeah. If he keeps it up then I’m just gonna have to jump on top of him.”
“No you’re not.”
“You are. Douche.”
“Wow. You whore.”
“Yes I am.”
“Uh! I’m not a whore.”
“No. You are.”
“No you’re not.”
“That’s it. We’re not friends anymore.”
“I’m jk bff.”
“Yes I am.”
“You already said that.”
“Don’t jk bout stuff like that.”
“Well it’s true now.”
“Ugh. Do you want to study or not?”
“Sorry girlfriend.”
“I want to study.”
“Oh. My aching heart.,,”
“It’s ok girl.”
“Then stop complaining.”
“You think I’m kidding bout this. But I’m not.”
“So how’s things with you?”
“Sorry. I just really need to pass this test.”
“I know you’re not.”
“Then let me help you.”
“They’re good.”
“Good. Then were not friends any more.”
“Good.”
“I’m trying to study.”
“Good.”
“How bout yours?”
“Well stop complaining then. Ok?”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“What you mean?”
“Well I’m going to move my stuff.”
“Good.”
“I’m just bored is all.”
“Good. Bye.”
“I don’t want to fail.”
“Bye.”
“Don’t you date?”
“Then study”
“Bye.”
“Yeah. I date.”
“I am studying.”
“Then how are you bored?”
“There’s no empty seats.”
“Well study harder.”
“I just am.”
“I’m studying as hard as I can.”
“Fine. Just don’t talk to me.”
“Have you tried blogging? It’s real fun.”
“Fine.”
“Well ok.”
“I already favorited like…10 blogs.”
“You’re not a good study buddy is all.”
“Fine.”
“Well how are you bored then?”
“I’m not a good study buddy?”
Pause.
Pause.
Pause.
“You goin’ to the game Saturday?”
“Not really.”
“Idk.”
“Well…you can study with somebody else.”
“Yeah. I think I might.”
“Huh.”
“What? Who else can I study with?”
“Cool.”
“What?”
“I don’t know. Just not me cause I’m ‘not a good study buddy’.”
“Yeah. Cool.”
“I don’t know what to say. You try poems?”
“Yeah. Hey…You wanna go you know like….together…to the game? Like old times?”
“What? How am I gonna study?”
“I don’t like reading poems.”
“Yeah. I think I’d like that dude.”
“I don’t know. Ask somebody else.”
“Cool dude.”
“I don’t mean read them. I mean write them.”
“Cool.”
“C’mon.”
“I don’t know how to write them.”
“No.”
“It ain’t that hard. I do it all the time.”
“So we friends again?”
“Please…”
“But you’re in a writing class.”
` “No.”
“It ain’t that hard. Just rhyme words together.”
“Do you wanna be friends again?”
“Sounds hard.”
“Don’t be this way. I don’t want to fail.”
“Yeah. Do you?”
“It isn’t. It’s like this. I went down the street. I looked down and saw my feet. I thought this was really neat. See? Easy.”
“Yeah.”
“To you.”
“Well ask somebody else. Maybe they’ll know for sure.”
“Try it. Get some paper.”
“Looks like we’re friends again then.”
“Mk. Just write whatever I think?”
“Ugh. But what if they don’t?”
“Cool dude.”
“Yep.”
“Yep. And make it rhyme.”
“Then you’re outta luck.”
“Cool. Oh. Did you study for that test next period?”
“Ok. I’ll try.”
“Ugh. You’re so mean.”
“There’s a test next period?”
“Ok. Oh. Have you read the book in this class?”
“I’m going to study by myself. Find yourself a new study buddy.”
“Yeah man.”
“No. Have you?”
“Ya’ll talking bout the test?”
“Yeah girl.”
“Hell no. I’ve been practicing my game.”
“Do ya’ll know what the test is bout?”
“What game?”
“No. Do you?”
“Hey. I’ve got more game than you.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“No.”
“How do you got more game than me? I play basketball.”
“No.”
“Not that kinda game. You may have that but I got game with the ladies.”
“Crap. Do ya’ll know who does?”
“You got that kinda game?”
“Nope.”
“Hell yeah I’ve got that kinda game.”
“We were hoping that you would.”
“Show it.”
“Crap.”
“Sorry.”
“You wanna see it?”
“Maybe somebody else will know.”
“Yeah man. Show me your game.”
“Maybe.”
“Ok. I will.”
“You ask your friend?”
“Good.”
“Yeah.”
“So any girl in the room?”
“What she say?”
“Yeah. Any girl in the room.”
“She doesn’t know either.”
“Ok.”
“Poetry is hard.”
“Crap.”
“Hey.”
“Yeah. And she’s bein really bitchy bout it too.”
“Hey.”
“What a dork.”
“Why?”
“Hey.”
“Idk. She’s just bein’ a bitch.”
“What rhymes with texting?”
“Hello.”
“What a bitch.”
“What you doin’ there? Studying?”
“Sexting.”
“Yeah.”
“Ugh. Idk how I’m gonna study for this test.”
“Thank ya.”
“Yeah.”
“We were once bffs texting…but you wanted to be fuckbuddys that do sexting…”
“Cool cool.”
“Yeah. That sucks girl.”
“You saying my poem sucks?”
“Yes it is cool.”
“No. I’m talking to her bout not bein’ able to study for the test.”
“Yeah. So hey. You goin’ to the game Saturday?”
“Oh.”
“I’m gonna fail.”
“Yeah. That poem sounds good. And you’re not gonna fail. If anybody’s gonna fail, it’ll be me.”
“I don’t know.”
“You ain’t gonna fail.”
“I’m just asking cause me and my friend are goin’ in his convertible and…maybe you’d like to join us. Maybe go to a party afterwards.”
“Ugh.”
‘Done.”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Maybe somebody else knows.”
“Depends. Is it working?”
“You think he knows?”
“Who?”
“No.”
“The guy in the back.”
“That guy?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Him.”
“Good game champ.”
“Shut up.”
“What are ya’ll talking about?”
“We should go ask him.”
“You can go ask him. He’s a douche.”
“You can go ask him. He’s a douche.”
“Why you say that?”
“Cause I tried talking to him a lil while earlier about a page number and he would hardly even look at me. And his friend’s a total perv.”
“Who’s his friend?”
“Oh. Idk know his name. Do you know his name?”
“Who’s name?”
“That boy’s friend’s name.”
“Nope.”
“What does he look like?”
“Oh. You’ve probably seen him. He’s kinda short and chubby. Got blonde hair.”
“Wears Abercrombie from like…the 90s.”
“Yeah.”
“I think I know who you’re talking about.”
“Yeah. Then you now he’s a total perv.”
“I haven’t talked to him that much.”
“Oh. You don’t have to talk to him that much to know that he’s a total perv.”
“One time in freshman year, he was trying to grow a goatee. And it looked bad. So I went up to him and asked: ‘Why don’t you shave?’ and he turned to me and said: ‘Why don’t you?’ And I was like: ‘Um. Excuse me. I don’t have any facial hair.’ And he was like: ‘I wasn’t talking about your face.’ What. A. Perv.”
“What was he talking about?”
“My vagina, moron.”
“Oh.”
“Wow.”
“I know right?”
“What did you say back?”
“I was like: “well. You’re never gonna get to see it.’ And that was that.”
“Did he?”
“Did he what?”
“Did he ‘get to see it’?”
“Eww. Hell no.”
“Well his friend can’t be bad. He looks sweet.”
“If he hangs around with a total perv, then he’s a total perv by association.”
“Yeah.”
“Well I’m gonna ask him. Maybe he’ll know what he’s talking about.”
“Or maybe he’ll talk about your vagina.”
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