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I smiled looking at myself through the rearview mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn't as if my mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front of the TV, it wasn't too much that the "coach" was too attractive. I shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted and was late, something that wouldn't happen if I were traveling in the yellow device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.
After a full turn, I finally find a decent place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the brakes and glared at the bold. I knew the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.
"Are you serious, Atkins?" I raised my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.
Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.
"This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/l. you would know if you brought your car every day"
"Funny"
I started to walk with him to my side. We were in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I could even consider him my best friend, it's not like I had many in high school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren't worth it. He was taking me with a few, especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes they made me laugh.
"So I heard that this new movie will be on Saturday ... Let's go together?"
Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay for his tutorials.
I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if "being dating" didn't work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn't let him lose it for a silly etiquette.
"How on a date?" I remembered that I hadn't answered him. I turned to look at him and he smiled in embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and funny guy on the whole site. If I didn't know Clay Jensen, I would sign with blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.
