She “tortured” him at morning and afternoon recess for the next two weeks, and when he left school on Friday afternoon after the last bell, she was waiting for him in the schoolyard.
“Hello,” she said, socking him in the arm.
“Hi,” he said.
“Why don’t you invite me over for supper this weekend?” she said.
“Supper?”
“Yes. I’m your girlfriend, yeah? So you should have me around to your place to meet your parents. Next weekend you can come around my place and meet my dad.”
“I can’t,” he said.
“You can’t.”
“No.”