Hemingway Academy Of The Arts

Greg: "Alright. Warning taken."

Lolita - "Good." I say getting in.

Greg: I sit in shotgun. "Sweet car."

Lolita - "I know." I grin. "It was my sweet sixteen present."

Greg: "I can see why."

Lolita - I drive forward. "Where do you want to go."

Greg: "I don't care."

Lolita - I laughed, "You're no help."

Greg: I shrugged. "So?"

Lolita - I increased our speed, "Alright, we're going to my country club if you don't pick a place."

Greg: "Sure, let's go."

Lolita - I groaned pulling into the country club, "Fine, come on." I say getting out.

Greg: "Coming," I said, shutting my door carefully.

Lolita - Everyone stared. I walked with him inside. "My usual table please," I tell the host. He nods and takes us to the table. My dad isn't there, thank god. "Oh! Lolita darling!" Miss Jones, my father's speech-writer comes up to the table, "Who is this boy?"

Greg: I waved. "Greg Zuckerman. Pleasure to meet you."

Lolita - Miss Jones goes on about how cute he is as I blush a solid red. "Miss Jones, shouldn't you be writing my dad's speech?" I ask trying to shut her up. "Oh yes! Thank you Lolita! Your father needs the best speech if he's going to become president!"

Greg: "Let's sit?"

Lolita - I watch Miss Jones walk away preoccupied then sit down, "Sorry about that" I say blushing.

Greg: I shrugged. "It's okay. I know I'm cute."

Lolita - I slap his arm, "You are too arrogant!"

Greg: I shrugged. "Hey. I have every right to be."

Lolita - I rolled my eyes, "Whatever." We order our food.

Greg: I smirked. "You don't think so?"

Lolita - I blushed like crazy, "Well, now, I didn't say that exactly..."

Greg: "Did you, now?"