The nickname had always struck him as odd, but at the same time he liked it. It felt personal and special. "I'm hungry," he said once Vance had left. He didn't think that ever wasn't the case.
He pulled his bag over his shoulder, glad to be done with homework for the evening. Slipping his hand into Emmerson's, he headed out so that they could go home. "There's a Valentine's dance coming up at school," he began. "Vance and I want to go together. Well--not together, alone together. Stag, I think he called it."
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