Pump and Dump
Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 7:38 pm
((Lori Martin continued from Who Wears Short-Sell Shorts?))
"Hi Toby" Lori said breathlessly, sliding in next to him at the table.
She was going to flag him down at Magic club later, but saw him at the cafeteria and decided now was as good a time as ever. She pulled out her phone quickly and scrolled on her notepad app. And scrolled. And scrolled. Finally, there was Toby. She confirmed and then shoved the phone back into her hoodie pocket.
"Do you wanna go with me to prom?" she said quickly, leaning in on him, elbow nearly stuck into a half a sandwich slice.
What did she know about Toby? Not much. She'd already run through her top picks, but he was cute and well-liked. Who the fuck cared about anything else. Her mind was starting to spiral. What was going to be this guy's problem? Already had a date? Dating a dude? Working that night? Washing his hair? Joining seminary tomorrow?
She stared at him with her tight rictus grin.
"Hi Toby" Lori said breathlessly, sliding in next to him at the table.
She was going to flag him down at Magic club later, but saw him at the cafeteria and decided now was as good a time as ever. She pulled out her phone quickly and scrolled on her notepad app. And scrolled. And scrolled. Finally, there was Toby. She confirmed and then shoved the phone back into her hoodie pocket.
"Do you wanna go with me to prom?" she said quickly, leaning in on him, elbow nearly stuck into a half a sandwich slice.
What did she know about Toby? Not much. She'd already run through her top picks, but he was cute and well-liked. Who the fuck cared about anything else. Her mind was starting to spiral. What was going to be this guy's problem? Already had a date? Dating a dude? Working that night? Washing his hair? Joining seminary tomorrow?
She stared at him with her tight rictus grin.