<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Next Morning</span></span><br/><br/>I shut the door to my car and smile at the guys, they're playing craps in the school parking lot. "Hey clean it up, let's go." I say tossing my head towards the school building. I pull my old 1950's jacket out the car and pull it on. "Yeah sounds good man." They say getting up to follow me. There's like maybe 4-5 guys that get up to follow me. As we enter the school building I smirk as I see Jenna by her locker. I wave to my buddies and walk by her locker grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I toss a envelope into her locker and slow down so as she turns she sees me.<br/><br/>The note was simple all it said was '<span style="color: #FF40FF"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Meet me on the roof, we're going to start today.</span></span></span>' Might just be my imagination but I think I see a look that's a mix of distaste and despair, but I'm not sure. Even so I soak it in smiling. I was enjoying myself.<br/><br/><dl class="codebox"><dt>Henry's Car | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTKk1ugKBrWb1O2VP9eTbrioUp_aiASxwBZERmg0_KmisbM52kG">[ img ]</a></dd></dl>