Jocks Vs. the Arts (OPEN!)

"We are?" Dexter glanced at Lowe. "Why would you invite us? You don't even like me anymore…"
(Could this be a story of reformed friendship?)

(Yeah It could be)

Marco shrugged, "big change of heart. I was visited by three spirits last night and they told me to change who I was… Nah that shit's still false."

"Thought so…" Dexter glared at him. "It'd take more than three spirits to change your mind."

Lillian walked up to the nerd table that some of the jocks were act. She prepped her voice and singsong as she walked up, "I'm back!"

"Guess what honey, no one's coming to a party that a loser invited us to."She said in a very cold voice while glaring at him.

She looked at Lowe and smiled warmly, her ocean blue eyes sparkling,"Thank you!"

Lowe's face grew warm when Raven smiled at him, "No, no problem," he smiled back. (Is it ok if he has a crush on her?)

"The invitations on my fishing hook. You gonna accept or decline?" Marco reached into his pocket and pulled out three invitations. "You wouldn't believe me if it weren't paper, so here."

(It's fine)

"Time, please."

(Aw shucks ….. I was late..)

(?)

Dexter eyed them suspiciously. "They…are real…"

Marco sighed, placed the invites on the table, and backed up. "Yeah, I'm being serious."

"Wait are they inviting us to a party?" Lillian asked as she sat down.

"Oh…" Dexter wasn't sure how to react. "Okay then I accept." Why tho? He asked himself.

"Wait are they inviting us to a party?" Lillian asked as she sat down.

"Just he is." Lee said. "Ma doesn't let me go out past 6:30."

"Oh…" Dexter wasn't sure how to react. "Okay then I accept." Why tho? He asked himself.

"Nine pm, Saturday. Be there or be square…. And no one wants to be a square," Marco smiled and went back to his table.

"When's the party?"She asked Marco.

"Okay," Lillian respond tapping her nails on the table.

"Huh…" Dexter stared at the invitation in his hand.

Lee followed Marco back to the table.

Lowe looked at the invitation, "This seems fishy…" he mused to himself.

"What prank we gonna pull when they get there?" Marco asked Lee in a whisper.

"Are we going?" Lillian asked.

"I dunno, I'm not going to be there." She whispered back.

"I am." Dexter shrugged.

"I dunno, I'm not going to be there." She whispered back.

"Lee don't leave me alone! Please," Marco put on his puppy eyes.

"They've never done anything like this before, so why now?" Lowe furrowed his eyebrows, "None of this makes sense."

"Can I just ask, why?" Lillian gestured at the jocks, "As long as I've known them none of them haven't been particularly nice to us."

"Yeah…I haven't had a civil conversation with Marco since 6th grade…"