Chapter 8

"You kissed?" Lisa called out, a wide smile on her face as she leaned over a locker next to Monica, who was adjusting her vest and bowtie, taking a deep breath as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"Please, say it louder." Monica said, her voice sarcastically as she shut the locker with a loud bang. "I don't think the customers heard you clearly."

"It's just a big deal!" Lisa said, following Monica, a teasing smile formed on her face. "How did it happen? When did it happen?" Lisa suddenly dropped her voice to a whisper. "Most importantly, what did he taste like?"

Monica stared at the excited Lisa, shaking her head as a small smile formed on her face. "Your mind isn't even in the gutter anymore. Your mind is the gutter."

"And I'm damn proud of it." Lisa said, pulling on Monica's sleeve. "Now, spill it out!"

"Monica! Lisa!" A familiar voice called out, alerting both of them.

Lisa rolled her eyes, groaning. "Oh great, here comes Mr. Buzzkill