Mark traipsed down the hallway with his posse of jocks trailing close behind. He grinned at a girl at her locker and she quickly turned away, blushing a deep red.

“So, Mark, what happened with you and Jedda?” Jeff asked slyly.

“You know, the usual,” Mark started as he began to open his locker, “We made out at the movies a couple of times and then she got boring. So I dumped her. Whatever.”

He took out a sharpie and started writing Jedda’s name underneath the last sixteen girls he had gone out with.

He was on a roll this year.

As he capped his marker he looked next to him. It was Holly, the girl who’s locker was next to his.

“Hey, wanna’ go out?”