"So, there's this party tonight, fancy going with yours truly?" Blake sleazily whispers to me.
"What's in it for me?" I ask, challengingly.
"Well, nothing in you yet, so save that for later on" he slurs, looking me up and down in a movement that's supposed to be intimate and flirtatious.
What have I gotten myself into? I think as I wander through my next two lessons as if I do not exist. Right, you can make out with him, but that is it. I tell myself firmly because, while he isn't my type, I'm kind of curious to see how 'good' he really is. I mean, it's not as if it'd be my first time anyway - although Scott would think it was, i guess.
No, doing something like that, isn't worth getting one over on him.
Thoughts and plans still swimming through my head, I hear "What's this I hear about you and Blake?" behind me, on my way from English to Maths.
"It's none of your business, Scott!" I shout as I turn into the classroom, knowing he won't be late for P.E.
What's that phrase again? Oh yeah!
Keep it mean to keep 'em keen.