Steve walked to his locker, still a little embarrassed about being caught daydreaming in class (although, to be fair, he was daydreaming about poetry in English class, so that's probably okay). He switched books, grabbed a piece of gum, and turned around - and almost crashed into Little Kueny.
"Dude!"
"Sorry, bro. Hey, Jonna wants to know how the food plan is coming for prom. She says you haven't been answering your email."
"Yeah, I've been busy. But I did meet with the event planner woman - does that sound like a title? She gave me a price sheet for meals that fits within our budget. We'll be good. It's going to be a baked chicken with some kind of sauce, roasted garlic potatoes, steamed veggies, and some kind of brownie thing for dessert. And before you ask, yes, there are vegetarian options."
"Cool, man. You know, tickets go on sale this Friday." Little Kueny's massive hands dwarved his history book.
"I know, I know - I've been preoccupied. Tell Jonna I'm sorry - I'll do better about communicating with the group."
"Hey, do you have a date for prom yet?"
"Uh..." Steve felt his stomach drop as he considered Jennipher again.
"It's cool, man. Hey, Becky Smart doesn't have a date yet..." Little Kueny fought off a smile.
"Yeah...no."
"Well, neither does Natalie Rose. I'm just saying, is all."
"Really?" Steve was surprised, with a dash of curiosity. "What happened to that guy from the metal band?"
"She caught him cheating. I gotta get to class. Just think about it. I'll catch up with you after school and we'll play some football."
"Laters."
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