The next day, as with every day, students must attend homeroom.
"I'm trying to prove a point, mostly. To my dad. That I can be a normal school attending teenager. Which requires math." She makes a face.
"Your dad doesn't want you here and you still come? I guess teenage rebellion is universal."
"Yup. He's definitely got it backwards. Next thing I know I'll be doing homework or my chores. Oh my god. This could just be a huge set up in order to get be to be a model daughter. That's genius."
"Sounds way too subtle. Not that I've met your dad, but I think it takes a special kind of person to forbid going to school."
"He doesn't disapprove of learning. He was very encouraging of my home schooling. He just needs to get used to me being out of the house. Didn't happen much before."
"That's the point of school. If you can't meet kids your own age, you might as well go in for self-mutilation."
"I wasn't completely cut out from people. I had the Walcotts, my cousins and some of their friends. Plus all my tutors. But yeah, there is a reason I'm doing this."
She pauses.
"Yeah. I'm staying and I'm gonna do well and I'm going to have so many friends and there's really nothing my dad can do about it."
"You're already half way there! Though you need to step up your interrogation of my home life another notch. Maybe some accusations of child abuse? That's a good start."
"Lydia showed up unannounced at my house on Friday after I missed school. Then got a weird vibe from my dad after he didn't let her see me. So, must be abuse!"
Beat.
"I could take some pictures of you from outside your house if you want. I'll even draw love hearts on them and pin them to your locker! Very stalker-y."
"Could you? I've always wanted someone like that in my life, but my friends never seem to like it when I suggest it."
"Sounds like fun! I can work on my sneaking skills and see if I can do some creative stuff with my zoom lens."
"You too, Diaz. Also, here."
She writes down her number and gives it to him.
"For party prep and stalking purposes?"
"My two favorite activities."
He bows dramatically, one arm flinging out to the side. It hits a passing student, who glares at them.
"Catch you later."
She laughs and packs up her things.
"Later."
Is Jackson still around or can she hurry off to English?
Juliet will exist next to him then.
"Hey. So, question. How do you feel about parties and/or party decorating?"