get lost, hood;

       He doesn’t care about whatever kind of trouble        Dallas has gotten himself into this time, although,        having a Soc girl look for him was new.  Tim         straightened up and looked her down.  ”What        makes y’think he’s here?”

❝ I-I’ll be out in a second! ❞

    ’This is good, have you tried it?’

-- "No, I'll just take your word for it."

                     ❛ not nomore; i jus’ found                           what i was lookin’ for. ❜

"I guess I’m lost. I was looking for the band room, but I ended up here, and I’m pretty this isn’t it."

     He had been hunched over a pool table when he noticed      the voice directed at him.  When his eyes finally decided      to meet the holder of the voice — after another shot of his      pool stick cracking against a ball — Tim scoffed.  ”What’s       it to you?”

-- She can't help but be a little intimidated. He's a lot more tough-looking than any of the boys she speaks to. "Nothing, really, I just need to talk to him about something." Cherry's more than aware that she's not welcome, but she needs answers. 

"More or less." He mutters, before pushing off of the pole quick enough to spit a mouthful of blood underfoot.

"Well, that's more than nothing. You should be more careful." 

    “Y’can ask your waitress, I’m off the clock.” Her tone was dull, the words coming out as she waved the apron in her hand lightly.

-- For a moment, she only sits there, stunned by the girl's tone. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." Bob looks irritated. Cherry hopes the girl runs home.

"How ‘bout you? I haven’t talked to you since," She cleared her throat. "Bob." Although they were never even remotely friends, his death did have some effect on her.

"Yeah," she agrees, the boy's name still sending a shiver down her spine. "It's been a while, but...I've been okay. Life goes on, you know?"

     “And it’s because you carry those numbers over that you get this number as the remainder, but it won’t count as correct unless you include it in the answer.”

"Oh, yeah, that makes a lot more sense now. Sorry for bothering you, I just couldn't focus today." 

I wondered what other girls were like. The girls who were bright-eyed and had their dresses a decent length and acted as if they’d like to spit on us if given a chance.