"YOOOOOOO-" I went careening down the halls of Wellesley High School, bag slung over my shoulder. Izzi, my girlfriend stared at me, wide-eyed and blushing.
"Hey, sweetie." I rolled up next to her. "What do you think of my new kicks?"
She just started laughing.
"A-Ant, what the hell are you wearing?" She doubled over.
"Excuse me?" I tried to sound hurt. "Are you laughing at my choice of footwear?"
She got up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek. "Can I get a ride to class?"
"Hell no." I rolled off, laughing still. "I can't be late for english, Babe."