Sure once she started talking you couldn’t get her to stop and every story she told revolved around the same five topics but when it came to the dating status of an athlete she was your girl. It was easy for her considering she had been with just about all of them. Rumors went around saying that she even had her own janitor’s closet in the boys locker room.

Fastest way to get an answer from Mary was through text, yes even faster than just speaking to her (if you did that you would have to go through the whole hey, how are you? I’m fine. How are your parents? Good. Your brother? That’s great. Then after you hear about five different stories about lord knows what, you get to ask your question). Hannah took out her phone. “Wats da deal w/ Rob?” she text Mary. Hannah hated using the text shorthand but it was the only way Mary would understand. No one knew how she passed her classes but they were pretty sure she had a nerd trapped in her closet that did all her work/translated everything for her.