“Hey, dude,” Jacob slid into his seat next to Zee and broke her out of the book she was reading while waiting for class to start, “did you do anything this weekend?”
She didn’t look up, but replied “Wrote a few new chapters to a story” detachedly.
“You like to write?” was his witty and obviously well thought out response.
“Yup,” Zee finally looked up and said nonchalantly, “it’s online if you want to read it.”
“A website called Movellas. My username is ‘dramaticllama Nightshade’ if you wanna look me up.”
“You’re not going to make me search all over the internet based on a few obscure clues to find you first?” He smirked, “Wow, lucky me.”
“Way too tired to put that much thought into it,” Zee said simply.
“That’s your excuse for everything.”
“Are you complaining? Because I can get out my iPod and change my username right now if you like.” Zee held her hand over the purple binder that concealed her device threateningly, losing her spot in her book. It was okay, though, she could find it again.
He laughed jerkily at his own next statement before he actually got around to saying it. “Wouldn’t that be too much work?”
“Nothing that makes you confused or causes you to look like an idiot is too much work.” Zee smiled sweetly, revealing her pink and green braces. Jacob thought for a moment.
“Does that mean you’d shove me into a pole simply because it’d make me look stupid?” It was Zee’s turn to think.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Because I’m way too tired for that.” He smiled at this, in a way that made Zee apprehensive of what was coming next.
“Thanks, then.” She furrowed her eyebrows.
“‘Thanks’ for what?”
“For being too lazy to hurt me.” Part of Zee wanted to argue that she wasn’t lazy, but the teacher walked into the classroom.