She Loves Me, He Hates Me

Z- Dude, I don’t understand why we have to go over rules first day. It’s always your standard BS anyway. Hey, check out that Anna Burns! She’s smoking this year!

J- This is ridiculous, but at least we have one class together. Other then that I wish I didn’t have Mrs. Donnelly for English.

Z-this year is totally doing to blow, but think about it. One more year and we’re out of here. Is it just me or did Hannah’s boobs grow to the size of coconuts?

J-stop being a perv dude.

Z- Come on Johnny boy! Don’t tell me you can’t see that!

J- I know, I know. But come on man, stop scoping and pay attention.

Z- Like you, eh?

J- Shut up

Z- God! Take a look at what just walked in. Is she new or something?

J- I don’t know, but she’s pretty cute.

Z- Oh man! That’s Emmy Parish! She totally got hotter over the summer. Oh, and the way that little dress just hugs her thighs. . .

J- Oh, wow . . . she’s . . . really something.

Z- Hey, didn’t she have a crush on you during, like, fourth grade or something.

J- It was the fifth grade and yes, she did.

Z- Maybe she still has it for you. God, what I would give just to get five minutes with her . . .*drool*

J- Don’t talk about her like that or anyone, really. She wouldn’t get with you any way. She’s too nice.

Z- What? You think I can’t get her attention?

J- Whatever, just leave her alone, okay?

Z- Whatever you say Johnny boy. You serious about her?

J- NO!

Z- Then why do you care so much about her?

J- I don’t, she’s just too good for you bonehead.

Z- Whatever, get a room you two.