Chanelle rolled her eyes, answering anyways. "Technically you're not old, you're middle aged. Supposedly the only time in life that you're fun to be around is the thirties because one, you don;t have to worry about acne because you already got that done and over with, two, you're more mature, and three... Well... Just don;t worry about being old. With age comes wisdom." she quoted while texting again, taking a twenty as he said, no more no less an than giving back his wallet.

Frowning she looked over at him. Eight? How come she couldn't be picked up at midnight or something, like Cailie was all the time. Didn't even have to be home until midnight. "Sure whatever..." she mumbled and than smirked when her said if she needed anything to call."Well, if there was really anything I'd need than, it would be my own car, a driver's license, a job, and my own house, possibly a college to go to, but seems like that won't happen any time soon." she said, not minding the seat belt since she never even used it.

Opening the door and getting out, grabbing her purse and deciding to make a show of putting the money in her bra, a habit she'd picked up from her mom and than walking inside, thumbs in her pockets and having a natural runway walk towards the door, her bronze curls bouncing with each step and going inside.

She went to her locker and put her books in it, getting the ones she needed and the homework she had to turn in and than going t a locker on the opposite side of the wall, putting her purse and other unneeded stuff in it. Her and Cailie had a way of doing things, and one of them was, Chanelle's locker was for books and boring stuff, Cailie's was for purses, make up, music, and talking to boys at. All the fun stuff.

The girls met up, chatting for a few moments and than hooking arms and walking through the halls, going through a door to a stair case and walking up with other students, heading to their first class for the day.