Jacob, having just entered the science classroom, dumped his stuff at his place, came over, and sat down on top of the table next to Zee.
“Hey,” she said without looking at him. She was too busy glaring at Greta.
“Hey,” Jacob said back. “Why are you glaring at Greta?”
“I hate her, remember?”
Jacob nodded. “Yeah. Why do you hate her, again?”
Zee sighed. “Haven’t we been over this?”
“No, actually we haven’t,” Jacob said. “I think I’d remember if you told me.”
“We’ve been over that I’m not telling you,” Zee said shortly.
“Because it doesn’t matter!”
“If it didn’t matter you’d tell.”
Zee looked at him, annoyed now. “If I told you, first, you’d laugh, then you wouldn’t believe me, then you’d never let me hear the end of it because it’s stupid, so I’m not telling, accept it, okay?” She slipped off the desk and into her chair and opened her science notebook to do the bellringer questions on the board.
Jacob, taken aback by Zee’s little outburst, put his hands up in surrender and sat in the chair beside her. “Okay, okay. Will you tell me something else then?”
“Depends on what you want to know,” she said, copying down the first question.
“What’s your middle name?”
Zee still didn’t look at him. “Rose. What’s yours?”
Jacob laughed. “That’s information that very, very few people get to know.”
“Why’d you ask me mine if you weren’t going to tell me yours?” She asked, looking over at him.
“I was curious, Zoelle Rose. Should I start calling you that?”
At this point, she was tired of the conversation and wanted him to leave her alone. “If you really, really want to,” she said. “But I prefer Zee.”
“Okay, then, Zee,” he said. She worked on answering the bellringer questions until he walked away.