Zee held up her iPod, dangling it in front of Jacob’s face. “I present to you, exhibit B.”
“You’re giving me your iPod?” He asked. “Thanks, dude.”
“No, I’m not giving you my iPod,” Zee said, rolling her eyes. “Look, here’s the high score I set yesterday at eleven thirty two in the morning. That’s during History class, when the fire incident occurred-”
“-allegedly occurred,” Jacob corrected. Zee rolled her eyes again.
“-sure, allegedly occurred, fine. You sit by me in class. Have you ever seen me playing this particular game in class?”
“-and you understand we were watching a movie in class that day? Realize it’s written on the weekly schedule right over there,” Zee gestured to the far right hand side of the whiteboard of the History classroom. They had ten extra minutes at the end of class and were allowed to do “whatever they wanted”, which really meant anything that mimicked order.
“-AND you understand that the room must have been dark while the video was playing, so that I couldn’t have gotten away with being on my phone while here in a normal classroom environment because the brightness of my phone would attract attention?”
“Sure, but that-”
“-SO therefore I must have not been in the History classroom yesterday during History class, but instead, in an environment where some gaming would go unnoticed, which, judging by how adamant our school is about not playing on phones during school hours, must have been a distracting, confusing, and or hectic environment. Do you have something to say?” Zee smiled triumphantly at the defeated look on Jacob’s face.
“Not anymore,” he said. “So, so far you’ve proven that some chicken nuggets were burnt and that you weren’t in class yesterday. That doesn’t mean there was a fire.”
“No, but you have to admit that something happened, don’t you?” Zee said, smiling devilishly. “Go on, say it.”
Jacob looked her right in the eye. “Nah.”
“Fine,” Zee said, slowly reaching her hand into his binder while challenging him in a staring war so he wouldn’t notice. “We’ll do this the hard way.” Wrapping her hands around his phone, she pulled it out and held it up in front of their faces.
“Say something happened,” Zee taunted.
Jacob shrugged, making no attempt at reclaiming his property. “Have fun with that, I never use it.”
“Seriously?” Zee asked in disbelief. “You never use your phone?”
“Nope,” Jacob said, laughing. “The only person that ever calls it is my mom. So, have fun talking to my mom.” Zee looked at him as if he were some kind of alien from another planet. Jacob laughed again. “Just because some people can’t survive a day without texting doesn’t mean I can’t,” he said.
Zee tossed it back amidst the various papers in disarray he called “his system”. “Well, fine then,” she said, crossing her arms.
Jacob looked at her. “Something happened,” he said, maintaining eye contact.
She smiled, ignoring the unidentifiable, funny sort of feeling in her stomach. “Glad to see you’re coming around.”
And with that, the bell rang, and they walked together down the hall to their first period of English, where they met up with Gabriella to hear the fantastically mundane story of how she and Peter were texting the night before.