With a little smirk on her face, she leans in and whisper in my ear: '' You know you make me hot everytime we drink together?'' I still couldn't answe... anything. This hot ass girl, who we all had a crush on, was going for ME. '' You like what you feel?'' I simply nodded.'' Want more?'' And as she said that, she stood up, took me by the hand and simply ''announced'' that we were going for a walk. Our friends made some comments, but who was I to care right now.Anyway. It was about midnight. We. Mitchell quickly went to work, looking in to a way to create something that would allow him to gain a new social status, if he couldn’t change himself, he would change the people’s thoughts about him. Mitchell began to spend hours after school, testing and coding, and each day he drew closer and closer to the result he wanted. It was soon clear that he had to create a machine that was capable of opinion altering. Mitchell was relentless, working for hours and hours, days and days. Mitchell even. After several more minutes I finally straitened up to look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes widened as I realized that the nausea I was feeling was just like the morning sickness I'd experienced when I was pregnant with Deidre.I mentally shook myself to clear the fuzziness from my brain and almost laughed at the absurdness of that thought. It would have been funny if I hadn't felt so wretched. I knew I couldn't be pregnant, I hadn't been with a man in over half a year and my. Can you be here at around 7?" She asked, but it sounded a lot more like a command."Yes ma'am, I have some plans for tonight, but I'll see what I can do." I said. I was lying of course I know I needed the money but I wasn't just ready yet to see the teen again. And yet strangely, the thought of seeing the teen again sent a fuzzy feeling throughout my body. It was as if I wanted to see him again. "I'll call you back before lunch," I said."Ok, let me know by then Kate," she said in her usual.