Chapter 126
It was the beginning of October, and little by little, the world began to find its rhythm again.
That morning, the five of us were gathered in the school cafeteria: Cher, Regina, Carly, Freddie, and . Sam had gone to get food.
Pippa walked past the cafeteria entrance and spotted us. She gave a quick "Hi, Jake," followed by a more general, "Hey, everyone," directed at the rest of the table. Then, without stopping, she continued on her way to the classroom.
After seeing Pippa greet , Carly leaned in.
"You and Pippa?"
"We're friends. I didn't even flirt with her," I said.
Carly looked at , suspicious. Freddie was busy texting a ssage, while Cher and Regina were deep in a different conversation.
Sam appeared with a piece of bread in her hand.
"What's the conversation?" she asked.
"That I'm just friends with Pippa," I replied.
Sam looked surprised. "That is... actually true! You're all friendly talk, but not a single flirt. Why wouldn't you do that? You don't want to kiss her? She is kinda cute."
"No, I wouldn't mind kissing her. But why are you saying it like I'm so Casanova?" I said, sounding like I was being wronged.
Regina turned her attention to us.
"Maybe because he was spending his ti with Jessica or Jeniffer."
"...And Mandy," added Cher.
"How do you know about Mandy? That was yesterday..." I asked, surprised.
"We girls talk," said Cher, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Only been a month and you already kissed three girls?" asked Sam deadpan.
"Not at the sa ti," I replied with a poker face, "and they all know about it."
"Jeniffer even said she wanted to do sothing different from Jessica (about the date)," I added. "And Mandy kissed from the beginning, saying she was dying to know if it was true?!" I said weirdly.
Cher whispered, "I might have gossiped that you kiss very well."
I laughed. "Now makes sense. I'm liking you even more, Cher."
Carly and Sam still looked deadpan.
The bell rang, echoing through the halls, and everyone stood up from the table, heading off toward class.
When we entered the classroom, Ms. Ackerman was already inside, organizing so papers. As we all settled into our seats, she began calling our nas one by one, returning the graded tests from earlier in the week.
The first one from our group to be called was Sam. She returned to her seat a mont later and said, "All Cs."
I nodded, not thinking much of it.
Then Pippa was called. She quietly returned to her seat without saying anything. I didn't pay it much attention, but Sam stood up and went over to peek at Pippa's paper.
"Three As and a B," Sam announced. "Yep, we have another Freddie and Carly here."
She glanced again. "And your na is really Pippa."
Pippa and I both looked at her strangely.
"What? I thought it was another nickna besides Pip," Sam said defensively.
"Well, it could be a nickna for Phillipa, but no—my na is just Pippa," she smiled.
That reminded of the day I was talking to Dad and Uncle Charlie about the new girls in my class. Uncle Charlie, of course, had taken the opportunity to explain the (slang) aning of 'pippa' in other languages—Swedish and Italian.
Later that day, out of curiosity, I looked it up myself. And yep—he was right. In Swedish, it could an "sex," and in Italian, "hand job."
And to my surprise, without one of the P's, "pipa" could an "kite" or "wine barrel" in Portuguese. Should I study more Portuguese? (I'm fluent in Spanish and interdiate in both Portuguese and French.)
Then the professor called my na. I stood up, walked to the front, took the tests from her hands, and returned to my seat.
Before I sat down, Sam leaned over to glance at my papers. "All A . No surprises..."
"But still surprises ," said Pippa. "You basically sleep, text on your phone, or read during class."
"That is a lie," I replied.
Pippa glared at .
"I also eat, and I pass notes to you and Sam. Sotis I even write a little," I added with a smirk.
Pippa shook her head. "And amazes that you can say it with a straight face."
"I don't see any problem," I said, then turned my head to Sam.
" neither," Sam agreed.
Pippa just scoffed.
Then my phone buzzed again. The first ssage had co earlier from Pepper: Two more artists signed with us—Ashanti and Jason Mraz. I had already replied: Amazing job.
It felt like playing Pokémon in real life. I'm gonna catch them all! (Pepper would hit if I ever said that to her.)
Now a new one from Anthony popped up: All done. 30%, $690M, average cap $2.3B. We'll have to inform the market.
I replied: Amazing job.
Anthony must have been buying for days. Now, a Schedule 13D needs to be filed with the SEC (because of 30%. It was needed since we got 5%).
The next class had started, and I ended up taking a nap. I was woken up during the break by Cher and Regina.
I blinked a few tis and looked up at them. "What are you two doing here?"
"We have a problem," Cher said seriously.
Regina nodded.
Cher continued, "My mother decided to throw a party on Halloween."
"And my house will be filled with preparations for my birthday," Regina added. "So we can't make a party there."
I looked weirdly at Regina. "Your birthday's is November 12th, right?"
"Glad you rember. And yes, but it's too close—too little ti between one party and another," Regina replied.
I shook my head but said, "So... Malibu house or Santa Monica?"
The two of them looked at each other.
"Santa Monica," Cher answered. "We can invite more people, and it's easier for everyone to get there."
"Done," I said simply. Then I turned to Regina. "By the way, what do you prefer as a birthday present—Porsche 911 or Lexus SC430?"
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