Cam

Derrick does not know when to stop. Like literally, red light? Speeds right past it. And since we have a car tonight, he can actually do that. Which is scary if it's a thirteen year old driver and you're the same age, sitting in the same car. Gabriella's not the only one that can think of illegal things to do at thirteen.

Anyways, Derrick kept pressing me and suffocating me with questions about Annabelle.

"What's she like? Why her? Did you make the first move?" Derrick asked.

"Amazing, I don't know, and nope." I replied, assuming he was smart enough to remember the order he gave his questions to me.

"How do you not know? And how did she make the first move. She's a girl, that doesn't happen." Derrick kept cranking out questions for me to answer.

"I just knew, and so what if Annabelle's a girl? Doesn't mean she can't make the first move." I was shocked that Derrick was being so old-fashioned about Annabelle putting her number in my phone. "And besides, didn't we already have this conversation?"

"No, you just said she gave you her number. But that's beside the point. You've gotta be the one to do something next."

"Lemme think." Derrick put on what he liked to call his 'thinking face', specifically reserved for scheming and rare during class. "Aha! I got it!" Derrick snickered as he whispered his plan in my ear.

"That's pretty good, but how are we gonna do it?" I asked, skeptical that he could make this work.

"Speed, planning, and strategy. You ready?"

"Let's do it!" We did our handshake, and just like that, our plan was put into action.