It was pretty cheesy for a guy I met at a Marine Convention a few hours ago to do something like that. But oh well, I needed that warmth. I won't even consider this as a date - just a little sympathy for a lifeless guy who asked me to watch the stars.
"So where do you go to school at?" I attempt to start a conversation to break the awkward silence.
"I, um, actually --" He stutters and rubs his forehead. No worries, no sweat. Just relax, I ask you a simple question, you answer it. Why do you even have to get so paranoid? "I, um, dropped out of school. Yeah."
"Oh, really. How old are you again?" I have a great feeling he isn't so much of my type. Bad boy, rebel, you know?
"Seventeen. We haven't really introduced ourselves. So why don't you start first?"
"Okay. I go to school at Inglewood Charter High School, and not to brag or anything, I'm an honor student. Just among the 10th Graders."
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