Kings and Queens

“You’re going to what?” I asked, not sure if I had heard my best friend correctly.

We were in math, working on a work sheet that our teacher had handed out to us. Well I was working. JJ was relaxing.

He leaned back in his chair, putting his feet on my desk and crossing his arms behind his head. He shot me a cocky grin.

“I’m going to be a king,” he repeated.