A Pimp & Her Boys

"Get off the phone." I say for the last time. The room feels like it's closing in on me, it's still humid even thought it rain the equivalent of an ocean this morning. At least the lights are off.

"We should talk about him." One of them suggests. I figure it will get him off the phone so we start pestering him.

"Okay, got to go." He tells the person on the other end of the line while glaring at the rest of us.

There's six in all. Squished into an Arby's booth for two hours trying to keep up a conversation. I'm the only girl.

Mrs. Drew walks over to our table and check in on us.

"Well aren't you the pimp of the video class." She smiles and I can see Alex out of the corner of my eye laughing. I guess this is what I get for calling him gay.

"Okay, so siblings." I grasp for strings, not much else I can find to keep the fire burning.

Our feet touch, and instantly I don't care that JD's burping, Meheer's telling us his life story, Cortland's not paying any attention, or that Adam is slowly peeling apart a napkin. I just stay very still, not moving, and he doesn't either.