"Ugh, how gross," Posy cried,
"Didn't you tell your sister about that?"
"Shut up. Wally. He's an idiot," Ashley told me.
For a group of people who were supposed to be friends, they sure acted nasty to one another. I thought. How did they treat people they didn't like?
The first time Randy spoke I understood why he was so shy. He had a bad stutter.
"Are... yo... yo... you taking any, any, elect... electives?" he asked me.
"I don't know. I haven't been to the school yet," I said don't know what's available and how much time I have."
"She's taking sex education. Randy. Maybe you can give her some pointers," Wally teased.
"Leave him alone," Roger said.
"Just trying to help him get started."
"Worry about yourself." Roger followed more firmly. He glanced at him. too.
Wally immediately retreated, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and offered one to Phoebe. She took it, and he lit his and hers. The smoke came spiraling back at us. Phoebe turned to talk to me.
"So, you going to work in my father's restaurant. too?"
"Me? No." I said. "I don't think so. I've never been a waitress." "We always need dishwashers or busboys."
"She's a girl, or haven't you noticed?" Wally said.
"Busgirl, like big deal."
"If I can help. I'll help." I said nonchalantly. She looked as if she didn't appreciate the fact that I wasn't frightened by the idea.
"Like it wouldn't hurt you to help out once in a while." Roger told her.
"Shut up." she snapped. She looked at me again, her eyebrows turned downward and in toward each other as if she was struggling with a deep thought. I noticed how twisting herself had deepened her cleavage and revealed more of her breasts. Wally was glued to the view.
"Your eyes are drooling," she told him, and he laughed and turned away, gazing quickly at Roger first.
Phoebe stared at me a moment longer and turned around again, "Can't you go any faster?" she asked Roger.
"Like I can afford to get another speeding ticket."
"I feel like we're on our way to an early-bird special," she said. Wally laughed hard.
"Damn it." Roger said, and accelerated. "If I get stopped..."
We were going so much faster now, my hair was snapping at my cheeks. Ashley crouched to lower herself below the front seat.
"Put your arm around her. Randy," Wally told him. "So she don't blow out of the car."
Posy was turned into the rear of the seat. We were whizzing past cars. I leaned forward to get a view of the dashboard and saw we were going ninety miles an hour, "We're going too fast!" I cried.
"I thought you were the daughter of a Navy pilot." Phoebe shouted back at me, and laughed.
Finally we reached an exit and Roger slowed down. He wove the car through some side streets, and a little while later we ca-me to a gated community. The guard recognized him and triggered the main gate. He watched us suspiciously as we passed through.
"That's Gerson Weiner, retiree with the biz mouth. He'll tell my parents I had a few dozen people over for a party." Roger muttered.