“If you want me to swing by later, I will. But I’m barely scraping by in Latin Lit and if I don’t turn a paper in by midnight I’m fucked. Haven’t even started it.” It was an excuse–he didn’t really want to work on his paper. But his resolve was growing weaker by the second.
“I’ll bring dinner? Or I can take you out? I don’t know…” Trust be told, Joseph had no idea how to go about wooing a girl in a non-sexual manner. Everything he knew was based around TV shows and the times he saw his brother dating someone.
“Studious. Huh, didn’t expect that.” Guess you could do somewhat well in school and be a drug dealer at the same time. She’d have done the same if she weren’t so stuck in the deep end with her okay-ish grades and meagre attempts at projects. It was always the bare minimum with her, and the teachers had long stopped trying to reel her back into the light. Well, most of them, anyway.
Zoey fidgeted uncomfortably where she sat, rubbing her palms against each other out of nervous habit. How long had it been since someone had offered to take her out? A year and five, six months? “Like… Like a date?” I don’t do dates. “Sure.” Fuck.
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