We sit in the waiting area.
“Kate, you should try a bikini wax. It’s less painful than a Brazilian.”
“No siree Bob.” She shakes her head.
My wax is done, and forty-five minutes later we’re roaming through the mall. After shopping for a bit, we head to the food court for dinner. I notice two boys watching us before they approach our table.
“Montgomery Academy, huh?” the one with dark brown hair and blue eyes asks.
“Yeah, so?” I pop a fry into my mouth. “Who the hell are you?”
He laughs at my snarky reply.
He and his friend aren’t wearing a uniform and I don’t recognize them, so they probably aren’t students at the school of pompous jerkoffs. They’re athletic, tall, and attractive to boot.
“Mind if we sit down?” he asks.
“It’s a free country.”
Jamal is sweating bullets and Kate gnaws on her bottom lip.
Did I miss something?
“My name is Jake, and this handsome fella is Matt.”
Matt has sun-kissed blond hair and wheat-colored eyes.
“I’m Cocoa. This is Jamal and that’s Kate.” I gesture between them. “What school do you guys go to?”
“Louisville,” Matt replies.
“Never heard of it, but I’m new to the area. Is it a private school?”
“Nah, we’re common folks,” he answers.
“I am too.”
“How’d you end up rubbing shoulders with the rich kids?” Jake asks.
“My mom married a teacher who works there, so I get a discount on tuition.”
“Where you from?”
I notice Matt trying to strike up a conversation with Kate, but she rebuffs him. Why are she and Jamal acting weird?
“Los Angeles.” I bite into a chicken strip.
“Nice. I plan to visit one day.”
“You’ll love it.” I sip my lemonade-tea mix. “You guys are football players, right?”
“How’d you guess?” Jake throws me a flirtatious smile and puffs out his chest.
“I sense the meathead syndrome.”
“Ouch.” He flinches, rubbing his chest. “You wound me.”
“Just kidding.” I giggle.
