Seafoam

Lola's coffee shop is our favorite place. We meet there after school, every day. We've done this since freshman year.

"What are you wearing?" Vincent asks me when I walk in, scrutinizing me.

I pull down my crop top a little more and shrug, my cheeks turning red. "I like it."

He rolls his eyes and takes a drink from his coffee. I sit down in front of him and open up my calculus textbook. I hear Vincent scoff; he never does his homework at Lola's. He watches people and tells me about them while I work away to get into Harvard.

"Who the hell is that?"

Lola's is a local coffee shop. We usually recognize everyone who walks in and out because our town only has a a hundred and and seventy-three people. I look up from my homework and follow his gaze.

"That's Skyler Fitz," I roll my eyes, recognizing him. "He's in our english class."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Why don't I recognize him?"

"Because you don't know anybody, Vincent. You say you do but you don't. He's been in our english class all year long. He's on the yearbook committee and he was almost salutatorian of our class, but failed physics or something like that."

"Salutatorian," Vincent repeats.. "No wonder I don't recognize him. Who cares about all that stuff?"

I watch Skyler for a second. He's doing his homework, too. He's in the same calculus class as me, as well as english. I never spoke to him before because he always just keeps to himself. He's one of those nerds, as Vincent would say. I said hi to him a few times. I was polite, unlike Vincent.

"Hey, let's go watch that 21 Jumpstreet movie tonight. Whattaya say, Eva?" Vincent asks me, excitedly.

I just go back to doing my homework.