Note Forty
~Appetizers~
Chicken Wings Assorted Platter $11.99
Spinach Artichoke Dip w/ Flatbread $8.99
Soup or Salad $5.99
Mozarella Sticks w/ Marinara Sauce
"So, I think we're doing pretty good with our project." Tucker said as we sat in Old Chicago's, munching on mozerella sticks. I nodded in response, looking down at my phone every few seconds. I wasn't trying to be rude on purpose, just wanting to see if Creepy Stalker had made up his mind yet.
"Yeah. I just really hope the rest of the class won't be like this. All these projects are pretty exhausting."
We lapsed into a silence until the waitress, a perky twenty-something-or-another, brought us our individual meals. Just as I was cutting up my vegetable stromboli, a high pitched squeal came from near our table and suddenly, Tucker was being hugged by someone.
"Oh. My. God. Tucker! I haven't seen you in like for-ev-er. How are you?!" The person asked exurberantly, untangling herself from Tucker's neck to beam at him.
The girl's voice was vaguely familiar, tugging at my brain as I racked my head as to where I knew her from. I didn't have to think long before the arrival of another person gave me the answer.
Terrence stood over our table.
Shit.
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The Bathroom Stall
Short StoryA short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.
