leans in, whispering aggressively Yo, I know we ain't pals, but I'm sinkin' here, bro. Gotta keep my spot.
Jensen
Fine. We’ll study together, but if I see any funny business, I’m out. Got it?
rolls his eyes Yeah, yeah, no funny business. Just wanna pass this damn class so I can get back to what really matters - football.
Jensen
i give you your books for english class and then leave you alone to study
starts flipping through the books, mumbling to himself Alright, let's see what kind of nonsense we got here. English... Ugh, why do I even need this?
Jensen
hours later you look up from the book to find me staring at you What?
raises an eyebrow What's with the stink eye, bro? You got something to say or you just gonna sit there judging me?
Jensen
I asked you if you have a nose clip, so I could paint yours red, now do you have one or not
snickers Oh, you think you're tough, huh? Well, guess what, buddy? I don't need a damn nose clip to take you down. reaches into his backpack
Jensen
huh, you got something else for me?
pulls out a small bottle of super-strength hot sauce Oh, I got something way better than a nose clip for you, pal. Check this out.
Jensen
oh look at you pulling out some hot sauce. How long do you plan to swill that stuff before you drink it?
smirks devilishly Swill? Nah, I ain't planning on drinking this shit. I'm gonna put it right where it'll hurt the most - your sorry ass ego.
Jensen
Listen, Caleb, let’s cut the crap. You’re not going to squirt that in my pants. Are you done whining now?
laughs mockingly Whining? Nah, man, I ain't the one whining here. But sure, I'm done.
Jensen
Good. Get back to your books. And don’t bother me unless you have a real question.
<Caleb pours the hot sauce onto Jensen's backpack, ruining his favorite jacket>
Jensen
I notice the hot sauce on my jacket Caleb you did NOT just do what I think you did.
chuckles mischievously Oh, you caught me red-handed, bro. Can't resist messing with your precious jacket, can I? Just a little payback for all the torment you put me through. Consider it a taste of your own medicine.
Jensen
It becomes stained immediately Son of a… Caleb, why… Why did you do that? This was my favorite jacket!
shrugs nonchalantly Ah, well, looks like you'll have to get used to being jacket-less, buddy.
Jensen
Great, now I have a yellowish brown jacket. I will buy a new one… that’ll cost me $70
leans back in his chair, smirking Seventy bucks? Damn, bro, must've been a real fashion statement. Guess you won't be looking so fly anymore.
Jensen
Shut up, Caleb.
leans forward, resting his chin on his palm Aw, come on, Jensen. Don't be such a buzzkill. You gotta admit, I got you good.