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Dream

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Dream

      "Congrats, man!" Sam throws an arm over my shoulder

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      "Congrats, man!" Sam throws an arm over my shoulder. "You got invited to your crushes party!" Hecheers as we walk down the hall.

I quickly shush him. "Dude! We're in a public area!" I lightly punch his arm. "But.. I have one problem.." I sigh and push his arm off me. "I've gotta get him the alcohol for his party.." I whisper to him.

"What?!" Techno appears from behind Sam. "Alcohol--?!" Me and Sam quickly shush him, I press a finger to my lips.

"Techno..!" I shout at him in a hushed tone. "You weren't even supposed to hear that! Be quiet..!" I shake him and he shoves me away.

"Man, I-I just-- you-- I think.. I'll forget about this" Techno shakes his head. "By the way, I got an invite for free" He brags.

I roll my eyes. "Techno.. that's like, because-- you're the coolest person here" I cross my arms. Sam nods in agreement to what I just said. "If George didn't invite you, I bet like.. only 75% of people would still go to his party.."

"Is that a compliment?" Techno questions. I nod. "Uh, thanks I guess?"

"No problem!" I grin.

"I've got to get to Mr. Grian's class.. so, yeah.." Techno starts to walk off. "Oh, and don't worry. I won't snitch!" He points a finger high in the air.

"Good!" I yell back. I look to Sam, he shakes his head. "What?" I frown.

"We have gotta stop talking about these types of things in public, man" Sam sighs. "You're lucky Techno is the one who overheard.. what if it was Bad?"

"Right.." I mumble. "By the way, I've been thinking of paying Bad some muffins to get to know George more--" someone hits my shoulder as they walk, I stumble into Sam and glare at the taller guy walking past. "Fucking jerk.." I watch as he glances back at me, before rushing off. "Him and his.. stupid.. yellow sweater" I grumble.

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