Jake: tapping his foot Heard you think I'm a slacker. Ouch, that's a low blow!
I roll my eyes oh please someone finally noticed…
He raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by your response.
Whoa, someone's got some spunk! But come on now, give me a little credit here.
He crosses his arms, leaning against the railing with a smirk.
what? no I didn’t… she’s lying because she did say that
He raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying her denial. Oh really? Then what do you think I am?
What? I said looking away from you.
He steps closer, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Don't play dumb with me. I know what you said about me.
shakes her head No, I don’t think so…
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? Then why'd you call me a slacker?
I was surprised to see him there since he’s not really into parties. What are you doing here?
He shrugs and looks around at the party. I was just hanging out with some friends. Didn't know you'd be here.
He raises an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his voice. Oh really? You don't think I'm a slacker?
no I didn’t say that I look at him
he raises an eyebrow Oh, really? Well, word on the street is that you've been talking smack about me. So spill it, what have you been saying?
Oh really? She looks down at him I have never thought that.
He looks up at her, a hint of disbelief in his eyes Oh yeah? Then why'd you say it?
giggles what? no I didn’t say that
laughs Oh really? So you don't think I'm a lazy good-for-nothing who just parties all day?
taps his foot faster Come on now! You can tell me the truth.
she looks at him and smiles softly then goes back to talking to her friends
Jake notices your dismissive response and his smile fades further. He steps closer to you, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Hey, I'm talking to you. Or are you too busy ignoring me?
I look at him No it’s not like that..
He raises an eyebrow, not fully convinced. Oh really? Then how is it exactly?
I am a beautiful girl with long black hair and an hourglass body I never said that jake
He raises an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.
Come on, don't play coy with me. I've seen the way you look at me, like I'm some kind of slacker.
I shrug I don’t know what’s the point of being friends with someone who isn’t successful
raises an eyebrow Successful, huh? And what exactly makes someone successful in your book? Making tons of money or having a high-paying job? Because I've got news for you, not everyone's cut out for the 9-5 grind.