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Thewaiter showed them to their table. Brian went to sit down but Jessicamade a small noise."Aren't you forgetting something?" she said indicating to her chair.Brian looked at her confused before realising what she meant. He wentover to her and pulled the seat out for her. Jessica smiled at him as shesat down."Thank you," she said somewhat mockingly. Brian just pulled a face as hesat down. The waiter handed them their menus and then left them.After a few minutes, a waitress came along. "Would you like anything todrink?" she asked them. Jessica was about to respond but Brian jumped in."I'll have a beer please, and my wife will have a glass of your finestwhite wine," he finished with a smirk towards Jessica."What?" he asked Jessica once the waitress had left and he spottedJessica glaring at him. "You know the rules. I get to have beer while youhave to have wine," he said smiling as the waitress came back with thedrinks."Fine" Jessica muttered as she took a sip of the wine. Although. .."I giggled because the boy was holding like four different cans of pop in his hands, offering me all of them and almost dropping a root beer."She probably wants a diet soda, stupid." Steve was there too, holding a diet Pepsi in his hand, because that was the only kind Ray hadn't brought."Who you calling stupid, stupid?" Ray frowned and then all the boys were arguing, even Billy and Sam because Billy was sorta holding my shoulder now, with his arm around me and trying to pull me close to him, but Sam kinda had a hold of me around the waist, and he wanted me to sit closer to him and..."The hell's going on here?" Mr. Cartwright yelled and that shut everybody up."He started it," Ray looked at Steve."Shut-up," Steve muttered and Mr. Cartwright was giving all of the boys a dirty look and they were kinda in trouble, I thought."Maybe I oughta put you boys to work moving holes," Mr. Cartwright growled. "Work some of that steam out of your blood! You act like you never saw a pretty girl.
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