RSHS

"So here's the news." Ian moved off the wall and kept pace with Eddie as he left the locker room.
"Go."
"Okay, May is auditioning dates, Oliver still thinks he has a chance with Tess, Glade is being a dirty nonconformist hippy, Renee and Mal are, quote, 'probably going as friends or junk', and you and me are going with the two hottest girls in school for sure."
"How sure?"
"As sure as I am that you look like a dork in your baseball cap."
"You suck." Eddie told him as he swivelled the cap around on his head so the "Steelhold Cleavers" emblem on its front faced backwards.
"You know I totally don't."
"Got your water." Renee handed Eddie a water bottle as she appeared at his right.
"Thanks." He said, taking a drink.
"I also got Mal to agree to give you a last-minute tutor session so you can pass this Chemistry test. I also have a number of fallback dates for the dance in case you can't get anyone hot."
"You rock, Renee."
"I know."
"Hey, anyone been asking about going to the dance with me?" Ian leaned forward to look at her past Eddie.
"Take a guess, Montgomery."
"Not even Tiana?"
"She's going with Patrick."
"Well that's just sad." Ian's ears drooped and he nearly didn't notice that the other two had stopped.
After a few seconds Malcolm looked up from his spot leant on his locker. "Oh. Hey." As they resumed walking, he trotted into his place at Renee's right.
"What's the news?" He addressed Renee.
"Ian can't get a date."
"I can! I will! You'll see. I just can't get a back-up date." He shouldered the front door of the school open, "You'll see! I won't need a back-up date when I secure a date for both me and my man Ed with the two hottest girls in school."
"Sorry, I'm going with Mal. As a friend."
"You'll see!" He insisted. "Shorty. Hippie." He greeted Oliver and Glade as they hopped off their seats on the stair wall and joined the party at Ian's left.
"Dick." They answered in unison.
"Where's May?" Eddie asked them.
"She has cheerleading practice Friday afternoons." Renee reminded him.
"Oh yeah."
"Hey Mal." Oliver dropped behind the rest of the group.
"Oliver." Mal followed suit.
"You talk to Tess, right?"
"I have been known to, on occasion."
"Has she say anything about me?"
He thought about this for a moment. "Does she ever call you 'poundcake'? Like, as a nickname?"
"Not as far as I'm aware."
"Then no. She has said anything about poundcake though." Mal raised his voice, "Hey guys, do you think we should start calling Oliver Poundcake?"
"I vote yes." Ian answered immediately.
"I hate poundcake, so yes." Glade answered.
"You guys suck."
"Yeah, yeah, we know." Eddie told him.