SCHIMELPFENIG1

Soda Guys left at the table

The screech of a chair being pushed in sparked the conversation among the boys left behind by their homecoming dates. Their posture was immediately brought to a slouch, and the environment became much more relaxed.

“I can’t believe you guys made me go with her,” Scott said, agitated.

“Dude, can you just deal with it? You’re doing me a huge favor right now,” replied Andy in a pleading tone.

“You know I love you man, but have you //seen// her? I’m the captain of the football team, and I am here with… that. What are people going to say? What are they going to think?”

As if on cue, the girls returned from the bathroom. Angela, Scott’s date, pretends not to hear what Scott had said. Of course she knew about the deal, it’s not like a book-worm like her would really like to be there with him anyway. He was a dimwit. She’s only doing her friend a favor as well. Still, it was not like she was going to let him get away with it.

“All right, are you guys ready to go?” Andy asked.

“Scott? Can I talk to you for a second?” Angela looked toward him.

“Uh, sure.”

As soon as everyone else walked away, Angela reached for her half full soda glass and proceeded to dump it on his head.

“Next time you insult someone, try to make sure they’re not behind you. Or just keep your mouth shut.”

And with that, she walked to the front of the restaurant, pulled out her keys and shouted, “I’ll see you at home after the dance!” to Monica before storming out the front door.