It was just past 1:00PM when Dwayne made it back to the high school from the D&M coffee shop. The hallways were filled with every shade of high school student. Cliques of every variety a one thousand population high school could give. Athletics sporting their letter jackets, intellectuals holding their books and study binders. There were a few different warring cliques that glared at each other; the nerds versus the geeks and the goths verse the Emo's. Dwayne couldn't quite figure out where he fit in, but the more he attended college, the less appealing any group of high schoolers looked. As he made his way for Allie's locker he briefly wondered if that made him an intellectual. In all honesty, he may have been pinned as a class skipping loner by the other kids.
He had been waiting for Allie at her locker. With a five minute moving grace she showed up and they had just enough to time to say "hello", "how's your day been?" a quick kiss and "I'll catch you after class gets out". She hurried off to her Microsoft Proficiency class and he went to the library. An hour later students began to pour out of the building like cattle herded to the sound of a bell.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Allie asked Dwayne as she transferred books from her backpack to her locker, neatly stacking them according to size.
From his splayed leg spot on the hallway floor he replied, "Mum and I are going to the fare. I was going to invite you to come along." He looked off and shrugged as if this were a high risk offer, "I mean if you want to, you don't have to if you don't want to, I know how you feel about those kind of things," he said in a serious tone of sarcasm.
He stole a look up at her as she pushed in her last book. Her light red hair was pulled into a simple bun held by some hidden bobby pins, probably. The angles in her face could be mistaken for sharp at first; in reality they complimented her soft looking skin and the freckles on her cheeks and neck. She had a long straight nose, but it wasn't so long that it engulfed the rest of her face instead adding to the sharp lines of the rest of her face. For all her beauty, she looked amazing in her plain gray t-shirt and jeans with her simple small red purse and book bag over one shoulder. It had been no easy task convincing her he was as good of a guy as she deserved.
Flowers had been involved.
She laughed more to herself than for his benefit and tapped her soft back novel against the top of his head before putting it into her book bag, "'Course, stupid head," she said. She shouldered her backpack.
"Okay then. Should I pick you up?"
"I'll be at home." She said holding out both hands. He took both and she tried to pull him to his feet. He kept down in a sitting position so that she only managed to drag him across the tile floor a short ways. Both smiled and the next time she pulled he helped her and stood up.
"Okay if I have to," he said keeping a hold of one of her hands as they walked out of the building.
"You don't have to. You want you to."
"What's the difference?" They both shared a small laugh together over that.