“Mia Foster works here. I’m trying to see if she’s working the window.”
“Mia, huh?” Train asked.
“She goes to my school. She’s a junior. One year above me. She’s so hot.”
Train and I traded looks.
“We have AP Calculus together, but she doesn’t even know I’m alive.”
Now, I can’t say I know what it’s like for a girl to go through puberty, but I can imagine it’sno picnic. But I’m positive there’s never been a poet or scientist that’s ever been able to accurately portray or explain the agony of being a teenage boy. Every molecule in your body either wants to fight or fuck. Testosterone courses through your veins like Dr. Jekyll’s secret formula, turning your dick into Mr. Hyde at every inopportune moment.
“Welcome to Derby’s, home of the Double Derby, order whenever you’re ready,” a less than enthusiastic voice squawked through the drive-thru speaker.
“Whatta ya want kid?” Train asked.
Kieran leaned into the gap between Train’s head and the open driver’s side window. “Yeah, I’ll take two Triple Decker Derby burgers, a large Chili Cheese Chomper, and order of Potato Poppers, um, make that two orders, and a large vanilla shake with extra whipped cream.”
“You sure that’s enough food?” Train asked, sarcastically.
“Oh, you’re right,” Kieran replied, earnestly. “And a six-piece Bravo Bites.”
“BBQ, spicy, or honey mustard?”
“Double spicy, please.”
“Oh, to him you say please, but it’s fuck you to him and me?” Train protested.
Once we’d completed our order, we pulled up to the order pick-up line.
“Oh, shit. It’s her,” Kieran said, trying to duckout of sight.
“What’s the matter?” I asked. “I thought you liked this girl.”
“She’s a Junior and the hottest girl ever, she’s not gonna talk to me.”
“Good afternoon,” Mia Foster, our young passenger’s dream girl, greeted us through the window before confirming our order details.
“Hey, I think you go to the same school as our friend,” Train said to Mia as she took his credit card.
“Oh, yeah?” she replied.
“Yeah, I’m sure of it, his name’s Jester. Maybe you know him?”
Kieran squirmed in his seat like a worm at the end of a fishing hook. “Yo. What the fuck, bro?”
Mia poked her neck out the window to get a better look into the back seat.
“Oh, hi Kieran,” she said, sweetly with a huge smile.
“Uh…uh…uh…”
“Say, hi,” I whispered.
“Um…hi, Mia.”
“In the club we call him Jester,” Train said.
“You hang out with a biker gang?”Mia asked Kieran.
