Professor Jabbs went on and on about how the students in Hill Top Academy Boarding School had no drive or ambition and that we needed to make a difference. Since Jake also kept texting me about the major make-out session we "shared" last night, I was going crazy. I kicked Grace's leg in front of me.
"Yeah?" she said.
"Tonight at Starbucks after we pick up Stacey," I said.
"Sure... but why all of a sudden?"
"Just 'cause," I said.
Anne Marie glared at me. She hated Grace and Grace hated her. They used to be best friends, but I didn't know anything about their past with each other. Oh well. That wasn't any of my business.
"Haley, Grace... anything you'd like to share with the class?"
"No, Mr. Jabbs," said Grace.
"Actually, yes," I said, "um, we were talking about inviting you for coffee tonight... would you like coffee, Mr. Jabbs? Or... Harold? Do you mind if I call you Harold?"
"But, I was just being polite..."
"Ms. Dennison," he said, "please close your mouth."
Lock and key. I grinned. The bell rang and I went to class after class. And finally came lunch. I bought a sandwich, paying with my card, and walked to the table where we usually sat. Near the window by the A-ground. Jake, stared at me, holding his gaze at my chest.
"Ewww, you moron," I said, shoving a French Fry in his mouth.
"The moron you practically had sex with," he said.
Grace choked on her salad.
"What? You guys had sex? Oh my god, Haley."
"No, we did not have sex. It was barely sex. It was more like first point 5 base. And Grace, please, you dated Dan. I mean, who dates Dan?"
I looked at him. He was drawing a ketchup smiley-face on his burger acting like a walrus with two French Fries as teeth or tusks... or whatever.
"Apparently, Grace," Anne Marie said.
"I love you," Anne Marie said to him.
She leaned over the table and kissed him. And we groaned. I slipped off my shoe under the table, and rubbed my toes against Jake's leg. I drank my water nonchalantly. He bit his lip.
"Shit," he whispered, loud enough for only me to hear.
"Jake," Grace said, "it looks like you're having a boner."
"I'm not," he managed to say.
I wanted to burst out laughing.
"Lemme check," Grace said.
She looked under the table.
"Oh my god," she said, "yeah you are. Gross."
I laughed and I took a bite of my sandwich. Finshed with the with my sandwich, I walked to the garbage can.
"Stop staring at my ass, Jakey," I said.
I turned around and he quickly looked away. I knew my boy.
"Where's Anne Marie?" I asked, returning.
"Where do you think Griffin is?" Grace said sarcastically.
"They went to the bathroom."
"She'll fall in the toilet," I said.
"And he'll help her change," Grace said.
"You guys are a strange pair," Dan said.
"Lord, my gosh, dah-dur-dur," Grace said.
"What is wrong with you?"
The lunch room suddenly got quiet.
"Grace Dinsky, Haley Dennison, and Anne Marie Nalls, please come to the principal's office," said the loud speaker.
"Shit," Grace and I said together.
"Imagine what Griffin and Anne Marie might be in the middle of or... in," Jake said.
"God, you're gross," I said.
As we walked away from our lunch table, my heart beat fast and I knew this was gonna be bad.