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Football season was over, and Baseball was in full swing for John. Seth was working after school at The Pizza House, trying to save for a car of his own. He had his license for all of about six months and couldn’t stand trying to borrow a car every time he wanted to go anywhere. John’s Jeep was out of the question, he had made that clear, and Mom and Dad’s respective vehicles were more often than not, in use. He was two or three hundred more pepperoni pizzas away from a used Volkswagen, but he was seriously debating a Moped that was only about 30 pizzas away. If he ended up going for the Moped though, John would never let him hear the end of it, dad couldn’t care less, and mom would be a tough sell but he knew he could convince her it was safe enough.
“Hey, you awake over there?” Jessica asked. “You have been staring at that half-made pizza for like 15 minutes.”
Jessica was the counter girl at the Pizza House, she was a cute, girl next door type, black hair, blue eyes and in Seth’s history class.
“Huh, what…oh…I guess I just zoned out there for a minute.” Seth finally answered.
“Oh yeah you did, what did you zone out about, Sethy?” Jessica smiled.
Seth could tell she liked him a little, but he had no idea what to do about it. John would know exactly what to do he thought.
“Thinking about that Moped again”, he said, “and don’t call me Sethy!”
She was the only one that ever called him Sethy, well her and his mom once in a while, but moms get a pass on that sort of thing.
“Why don’t you stop thinking and just go buy that silly little scooter?” Jessica rolled her eyes at him.
“First off, it’s a Moped, second I don’t have enough money yet, and third, what do you have against “scooters”?” Seth threw up some air quotes.
“Nothing, I can see you now, little half helmet with aviator goggles, brown leather jacket and white scarf flowing in the wind behind you.” She giggled.
“What am I, Charles Lindbergh now?” Seth smiled, “well, I will add you to the list of people that I will NOT be giving a ride.”
Jessica was about to reply, but the bell on the door jingled. “Saved by the bell”, she said instead.
Seth just shook his head, anytime he started getting a good conversation going at all, customers always seemed to show up. Maybe he should just ask her out already, a movie, coffee, anything. The Moped did seat two, perhaps she wouldn’t be going on the “don’t give a ride list”.
“Two large cheese pies to go, Sethy!” Jessica called back to him.
Seth shook his head and smiled at being called Sethy again. “That’s two pizza’s closer to my “scooter””, he called back.
Closing time at the Pizza House came quick, and before Seth could come up with anything more interesting to talk about he heard John’s Jeep pull up outside. He always had the top off of the Jeep and the music up loud, so there was no mistaking his arrival. Now there was no chance of him asking Jessica out tonight, once John is in the room, Seth ceases to exist. At least, that’s how it feels to Seth anyway.
“You ready punk?” John poked his head in the door.
“Hey John” Jessica waved shyly
“Oh hey, c’mon loser, I haven’t got all night.” John yelled into the kitchen.
Jessica was not quite up to the standards of the starting halfback and center fielder. What could be expected though, Jessica was two grades behind John and he had a girlfriend already anyway. A cheerleader at that, could he be any more of the stereo typical jock? That didn’t stop Jessica, or any other girl for that matter, from trying to flirt a little though.
“See you tomorrow Jessica” Seth said in passing
“Bye Seth” Jessica answered.
“So what’s up with you and that chick?” John asked on that way back to the house.
“Jessica, nothing, I work with her” Seth didn’t want to talk about it.
“Well, she’s not ugly, and she knows your name, you gonna ask her out?” John asked
“No I’m not going to ask her out, and why do you care?” Seth answered defensively.
“Hey, relax man, I’m just asking.” John smirked “Besides, it’s obvious you like her, you’re about as red as a stop sign right now! Seth and Jessica sitting in a tree.” He sang.
“You’re like a two year old, you know that?” Seth turned even redder.
Continue to Chapter 2