School had dragged on forever. The second half of the day was even worse, as many of the senior class girls had left early (with permission) to get ready for prom. With half their classes missing, one would think the teachers would take it easy on the remaining students, but no - things went on as they would have. Except, of course, there was no one to keep Steve's attention off the teachers and, as such, he had to actually listen. It was dreadful.
As Steve walked to Gar's car, he noticed Gar in a heated conversation on his phone. As he approached, Gar's voice rose.
"It was five years ago. Don't tell me she remembers!"
A pause.
"Fine! We'll have someone else pick you up and bring you around for pictures. But your mom seriously needs to let it go! No one even remembers the Unicorn bit!"
Steve smiled, sure that Gar was deep into a conversation with Liz Bogner.
"Okay. We'll send someone by around six. Be ready. Bye."
Gar clicked off the call.
"Trouble in paradise?" Steve taunted.
"Yeah. Her mom won't let me or Bobby B near the house on account of-"
"The unicorn. What do you mean, no one remembers? Everyone who was there remembers."
"I know. Listen - I know it's short notice, but - "
"Sure, I'll pick her up."
Gar's face visibly brightened. "Thanks, man. This saves me all kinds of trouble."
"And I'm sure it won't cause me any."
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