“So, guess who was there?”

“Where?”

“At the party.”

“Oh, who?” I ask, not really caring, but trying to sound like I do. Court has never understood why I’m not more interested in the kids we go to school with, and it’s too early to deal with her being pissy with me.

“Evan, Hunter, Clay and Sebastian.”

“Oh, cool,” I say, typing out a message to my boss to ask if there are any more shifts I can pick up this week.

“Are you even listening to me? The Acres Elite were all at Jennifer’s party and they stayed for almost an hour.”

“They only stayed for an hour? That seems kind of rude.”

“Jennifer’s only a sophomore like us, it’s amazing that they showed up at all,” Court gushes, animatedly talking with her hands until she has to grab the wheel as her car starts to drift across the road.

“Isn’t it a bit sleazy for a group of seniors to go to a sophomore party?”

“Well, it was Jennifer’s brother Justin’s party really, he just let Jennifer invite some friends. Justin’s a senior, but even he seemed shocked they turned up. He was trying to act all cool, getting them beers and chatting like they were besties or whatever, but everyone could see how excited he was that The Elite came to his party. Clay is gorgeous, so is Hunter, well they all are, but Evan is kind of a dick and Sebastian, well he’s just scary. Scary hot, but still… scary.”

“Having an attractive face doesn’t make you less of a douche, and all four of them are douches. They’re bullies and everyone knows bullies have small dicks. Their asshole behavior is just them trying to overcompensate for lacking in the trouser department. I bet all four of them have the worst case of little dick syndrome.”

“Muffy Hamilton said she saw Evan screwing Amanda Collins in the science lab and that his dick was huge.”

Cringing, I turn and look at Courtney. “Eww, he was having sex in the science lab? We have to sit at those tables, that’s disgusting.”

Courtney giggles. “God, Starling, you’re such a prude. Muffy said Evan had his hand over Amanda’s mouth because she was being so loud.”

“She was probably just asking if he’d even got his microdick inside her yet.” I laugh.

“Oh my god, can you even imagine if his dick was that small?” She cackles. “How gutted would you be if a boy that hot had a microwang?”

We’re still laughing as we pull into the school parking lot. There’re separate dedicated parking areas for sophomores, juniors and seniors. The sophomore spots are the farthest away, the juniors in the middle and seniors right outside the entrance doors. Courtney pulls her car into a spot and kills the engine, then turns to look at me. “First day of sophomore year.”

I can hear the excitement in her voice; she loves this. Being at school, having a million friends, going to parties. She’s been talking about what we’ll do once we’re in high school since the fourth grade when she moved into my class. Now we’re finally here, the shine doesn’t seem to be wearing off. Our freshman year, she calmed down a little bit. I guess it takes a while for everyone to find their place in the hierarchy, but once she officially settled into her role as cheerleader, she embraced it wholeheartedly. I, on the other hand, am still trying to figure out where I fit in.