"Oh, God," Pete groaned.
I shot him a look, then tackled Joe in a hug. He had finally stood up, and seemed just as thrilled as I was. Well, if that was possible. After we had both nearly suffocated each other, he gestured to the other guy sitting there, the one I didn't know.
"That's Andy," he said, and the guy waved. He seemed funny; red hair, glasses, goofy style. Joe continued, "and... well, you know Pete."
A thirty-second stare down quickly turned things awkward, before I remembered to introduce Jen to the guys. I pulled her over, and she waved a bit as a spewed out introductions.
"I'm Pete," he cut me off, before I could introduce her to the man-whore himself. From what I barely knew about Pete, he was a playboy. He stood girls up, he fucked them over... and all because he was "gorgeous." Eh, I've seen better.
Almost better.
Jen seemed to blush, and stuck her hand out to him. He flashed a smile, and I had no choice but to brush them off. Stupid, stupid girl. She may be my best friend, but that didn't change things much.
Turning to Joe, I dove right into conversation. He was still the same, funny, adorable Joe that I knew since he moved to Wilmette a few years ago. Apparently, he and Pete were starting a band, and it was supposed to be "the most awesome, badass thing ever!"
"When did you guys start it up?"
Joe's face lit up at me taking more interest. "Well, last year. Kind of a couple months ago... like, somewhere at the end of last year. I don't know. I'm not good at remembering these things."
Our growing conversation was interrupted by Jen erupting in giggles, which made our heads turn. Pete was working his magic.
"Jen," I tuned to her. "Why don't we go get some food? I'm hungry and tired."
"Oh!" She threw her hands in the air like I had demanded something offensive, then softened. "I guess, but I'd like to stay here for longer."
"It's not like we're getting takeout."
"I suppose," she mumbled.
After we ate, a heavy task was thrust upon me, I had to pry Jen away from Peter.
"One more minute!"
I gave her one more minute.
"One more minute, please?!"
She asked so sweetly, why not give her one more minute?
"Five more minutes, that's all. I swear!"
Notice the pattern? I finally opted to take charge, and dragged her out. We both said our goodbye's (surprisingly, Jen's took a bit longer with Pete... hmm), and trudged out, down the street. I attempted to hail a taxi, which didn't go so well. Not a single taxi was in sight.
"Wait up!"
We turned to look at the source of the noise, and saw Pete and Andy running towards us. No Joe. Finally, they caught up with us at the corner.
"I could give you a ride," Pete offered.
I shrugged. "Jen couldn't be happier, I'll come along I guess."
He nodded, enthusiastic enough. Jen latched onto his arm, and he lead us all to his car. Purple, ha. Andy and Pete climbed in the front, while Jen and I slid in the back. I surveyed the car, which was full of junk. The floor, the back seats, and the trunk was all covered with useless stuff.
"So, Pete. Where are you taking us?" Jen used her 'flirtatious' voice. Pete didn't seem to react to it.
In a flat tone, he gave her a, "back to your hotel. It's late."
"Haha, wow," I chimed in. "Becoming a babysitter again? Is this how you act with Joe?"
He turned around and glared, which earned me two glares. Jen hit my arm, and whispered something to herself about needing to put duct tape over my mouth, or something. She turned to look out the window.
The car ride quickly turned quiet and awkward, so I decided I'd play along and hope for no traffic on the way back. I was in luck, and soon we were back at the hotel, slipping into our room.
"It's eleven o' clock, what will the teachers think?" Jen whispered, I fiddled with the key and the lock to our room. "Why don't they just get those electronic card keys?"
"It's an old hotel, damn them."
After what seemed like forever, due to a heavy rush from fear of a teacher finding out we were gone late, the door swung open, and we slid into the bright room.
We both got ready to sleep in a hurry, and got in our beds. I cuddled around the covers, then turned to my left, facing Jen and her bed.
"So, you really like Peter?"
She smirked, fiddling with an embroidered flower on the comforter. "Yeah, he's sweet. And cute."
"Just, be careful with him. When I lived here and was forced to hang out with him at Joe's house, he's a 'player,'" I used air quotes and Jen giggled. "He might not seem like it, but he is."
"Are you jealous, Lucia?" She teased.
"No, no, no. I have Joe."
"Oh, right. Joe."
I do have Joe, right?
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