Move On

"Damn it." I slam my books down on the table of the booth in the diner I'm meeting Aiden and Shelby at before I go to work. "Wow. Who pissed in your Cheerios, sunshine?" Aiden looks up from the menu, trying not to crack a smile, his arm around Shelby. "Jack Hamilton," I say, leaning back and looking out the window into the blinding sun. I'm hoping the rays will scorch my eyeballs and I will never have to take another Statistics quiz again. "Ooh… I know who that is!" Shelby leans over and pokes me in the boob, getting my attention. "Hey!" I hiss. Only Shelby can get away with that. We never did the