I sent the message and tucked the phone back into my pencil case.

We sat there in silence for the next few moments, before Nick said, “SO, how long do you think that you and Tom are gonna last?”

I smacked him on the arm with a mock-shock expression on my face.

“You don’t just ask a girl that kind of thing!” I exclaimed, “It’s like asking her how much she WEIGHS !”

After he stared back at me with the same mirrored mock-shock expression on his face for about 10 seconds, I burst out laughing, and pretty soon he joined me.

Soon, I stopped, and stared at the ceiling, thinking.

How much longer would it be?
Not too long, I supposed, with the way he had been acting…
I guess we will just wait and see.

I sighed and looked at Nick, who was grinning widely at me.

“What?” I asked.

“I’M GOING TO A JONAS BROTHERS CONCERT !” he fake-excitedly squealed.

I looked at him, confused for a moment, before leaping for my pencil bag.

I dug through it, my cell phone nowhere in sight.

“GIVE IT TO ME !” I shrieked.