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“I can’t believe you had them change your whole schedule so we’d eat dog food together,” I joked as Aiden walked over to join me at our table after getting his food. It was insane how my comfort level shifted the moment I spotted him.
“I refuse to spend my senior year not interacting with my best friend throughout the day. You’re the whole reason I wanted to have a senior year. We also have last period study hall together now, too.”
I smiled. “We’re not allowed to talk in study halls.”
“As if we aren’t close enough to be able to talk without using words. Like right now.” He sat straight and narrowed his eyes at me. “What am I thinking?”
“Nothing.”
He tossed his hands up in the air. “See?! You know me.”
I snickered, shaking my head. The more he sat with me, the more relaxed I became. All the nerves that I felt before when Aiden wasn’t with me had evaporated and turned into joy. Only Aiden had the ability to take my nerves and flip them sideways.
“So should we check the high school bucket list? See what else we have left?” he asked, shoving his chicken patty into his mouth.
I shifted in my seat and nodded. “Yes.” I reached into my backpack and pulled out my notebook. I flipped to the first page, where the list existed.
Tom & Jerry’s Ultimate High School Bucket List
We’d created the list of goals for our high school experience, and we’ve made a pretty good dent in them.
Get on the honor roll for at least two years
Enter the school talent show and lose
Dress up for a full spirit week no matter how corny it is
Both get into a relationship
Have a Ferris Bueller Day of skipping school
Have your first kiss
Dress up for Halloween
Go to a high school party
Lose our V card
Aiden introduces Hailee to Timothée Chalamet
The last one was a new edition, but a worthy one.
So far, we’d nailed the nerdy honor roll goal for the past three years. During our sophomore year, when no one really knew who we were, we performed during the talent show and sang “Total Eclipse of the Heart” by Bonnie Tyler—and lost. Check, check. We’d dressed up for spirit week, even during the week when we weren’t together, and we FaceTimed our outfits to one another. Check, check, check.
He arched an eyebrow. “So we are both still lip virgins?”
“You kissed that Samuela Lee in that show.”
“That was acting. It doesn’t count.”
“It definitely counts.”
“No, I’m talking about a real first kiss. The kind you remember forever. I don’t even remember the Samuela kiss.”
“Go watch the show on any streaming service. I’m sure you’ll recall it.”
“Jerry,” he groaned.
