Dear Diary
For the past week or so we’ve been working on mathematical functions in class.
I feel like the Heathers are a function, almost. One input, one output. They take in a loser, and spit out a winner.
It’s 11 at night, and we’re fresh outta pop. Time for a walk to the 7/11.
Parked outside of the 7/11 is the most majestic motorcycle I’ve ever seen. The curves of the chassis are like gentle waves quietly thrashing against an empty shore. I think I’ve seen it before, parked in the school parking lot. As I enter the store, I see a darked haired dude holding a large cherry Slurpee in one hand and a copy of Moby Dick in the other. He’s leaning against the counter at the back of the store, almost hunched over his book. Instantly, I know he’s the owner of the motorcycle outside. Then I suddenly remember his face. He’s in my grade at Westerburg. And I think I have a crush on him. Time to use the skills the Heathers have been teaching me.
I go up to the Slurpee machine, grab a mega size cup, and start acting as if I don’t know how to fill it. If I’ve learned anything from the Heathers, it’s that all you need to do to get a man to talk to you is to act stupid around them.
“You need some help?”, the guy asks.
Fuck, I’m panicking. I didn’t plan for what to do when he actually talked to me.
“I’m Veronica.” I say awkwardly. I think I fucked up.
“Uh, I’m JD. Pleasure to meet you. You need help with that Slurpee?”
“Uh, yeah. I want the cherry flavour.”
“Good choice”. He sets his book down on the counter then reaches his hand out, gesturing for the Slurpee cup.
I give him the cup, and he starts to fill it with delectible cherry slush while facing the machine. Mid-way through filling the cup, he turn’s to face me.
“You go to Westerburg too, right?” JD asks me, with an inquisitive tone.
“Yeah. I think I’ve seen you around.” I say while fidgeting. JD smirks, then looks back at the machine silently.
JD finishes pouring the Slurpee, then turns to give it me. I eagerly grab it, and JD smiles then looks down at his feet as he walks back over to his book. He grabs the book, then walks towards the door to leave. He pauses before leaving, then turns to face me again.
“I ain’t an idiot. And you seem like you have something to say to me. I can connect the dots.” JD says with a laugh before turning back to the door and leaving the store. I hear a motorcycle rev up and drive away.
Wow.
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