38

I was sitting in AP English, finishing a handout to pass time as I waited for the bell to ring-signalling class to start.

"Eliza."

I didn't bother looking up as Preslie called out my name in a sing-song voice. She hopped into the desk beside mine. "It has been three days since Dallas asked you-and you have refused to talk about it. You haven't said a word about it."

I continued jotting down answers on my paper. "Have you also been timing how many seconds it's been since Black Sabbath broke up?"

Preslie rolled her eyes at my remark. She leaned over, hovering over me to catch my attention. "I just want some details!"

"You were right there when it happened. You know the story as well as I do." It was almost amusing how much Preslie was highlighting this. At least one of us was excited about the ordeal I had put myself in.

Preslie groaned. "At least tell me what the plan for tonight is."

"What is the plan for tonight?" I asked, still looking at my papers with a playful smirk on my face. I