Before she knew it, it was a new day - another one she'd have to spend at the horrible, heavy with heat, school with Flynn. Pulling her baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants on, Ingrid looked more like she was dressing for a lazy fall afternoon than a hot summer morning. Not even bothering to put on what little makeup she owned (she only wore it for special occasions, something she rarely went to or even had), Ingrid shoves her tangled hair into the hood of the jacket, yawning. It was too early to be getting up and heading to school, especially as June was turning into July. Grabbing her cracked iPhone 4 and earbuds, she heads out the door, revealing Flynn, leaning against his rusted old truck.

"Thought you could use a ride to school. Want a donut?" he grins, grabbing a box of what appeared to be chocolate covered donuts from the open window of his truck.

"I was planning on walking to school, first of all, and second of all, I don't like donuts." Ingrid snaps, stalking away down the grass to try and make it to the class on time.

"Ingrid, there's no way you'll be able to make it on time even if you run. Just ride with me and you won't be late. Besides, the worst thing that could happen is that Irritable Isaac will make us stay later than usual." the boy replies calmly, following her. "Don't you want a donut? They're great." Flynn adds, quickly catching up with her.

Ingrid snatches the box out of his hands, glaring at him. "I don't want to go. I just want to be left alone with your donuts." she mutters, opening the box and taking one, biting into the sweet treat.

"Do you want to stay later than we have to? Come on, Ingrid, the sooner we finish the course, the longer the rest of our summer will be." he responds, trying to coax the stubborn girl to attend the class. "Besides, we always have a pizza party at the end of course. I've done this program before, and I know how it works. You can do it. I believe in you. You just don't believe in yourself, that's all."

"I don't believe in myself? Flynn Newfield, don't make me punch you. I'm not afraid to give you a black eye. I've done it before, and I can do it again." the girl answers, her voice rising higher with every word. "I'll show you. I'll go to the course. I'll struggle, but I will come out with an A."

"That's the spirit. Now, come on, you can eat the donut while I drive." Flynn grins, his pearly whites showing as he walks back to his shell of a truck, Ingrid sulking behind him, as they both get in through the driver's side. "It's a hand-me-down. My latest project; the passenger side door should be working soon. Put on your seat belt, too. If we get in a wreck, that wouldn't be good, you flying out of the windshield like that." he continues, putting on his own seat belt as he begins to drive, Ingrid reluctantly buckling her seat belt into place. 

"I'd rather fly out the windshield than go anywhere with you."

"Ouch, that hurts."

"It's the truth."

"Keep telling yourself that, maybe you'll believe it someday."

"I'm going to break this window and jump out."

"Please do not."

"I mean, getting money from an insurance company is my dream."

"What?"

"If I injure myself and make it look like an accident, your insurance will cover it, and boom: I get rich."

"That's illegal."

"Again with the illegality of things."

"It's also morally wrong."

"Who cares about the morality of things? I'm just trying to make a quick buck."

"Then get a job."

"I'm lazy."

"It's better than going to jail."

"Jail would be better than getting a job."

"How so?"

"You get three meals a day, it's well ventilated, and sometimes they put you all by yourself in solitary confinement."

"You shouldn't want to go to jail."

"I'm just saying, if I ever end up in jail, I think I might like it."

"Nobody would be able to bail you out?"

"Why would I want them to bail me out? Besides, we don't have that kind of money on our hands."

"If I find out you got arrested, I'd bail you out."

"Touching."

"I'm serious."

"Right."

"I really am!"

"In your words exactly, 'Keep telling yourself that, maybe you'll believe it someday.'"

"That's cold."

"Just like me."

"I mean, you look pretty uncomfortable in that sweatshirt and sweatpants."

"Not literally, Flynnigan."

"My full name isn't Flynnigan."

"Really? I would have never guessed."

"Not many people ask."

"Interesting."

"Well, we're here." Flynn murmurs, parking his truck in the parking lot.

"Yeah, I guess we are." Ingrid shrugs, unbuckling her seat belt.

"I should let you out."

"Yeah, that would be a good idea."

"I didn't get much sleep last night, so I'm sorry I'm a bit off."

"I never would have noticed."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"When am I not?"

Flynn chuckles, opening the door and getting out, Ingrid sliding her way out as well.

"Are we running late?" Ingrid asks, glancing around at all of the parked cars around them.

"Wouldn't surprise me."

"Oh well."

One angry principal and a day's work done later, Ingrid and Flynn both retreat back to his truck. It was almost lunchtime, which meant her mother would be panicking at one of her many jobs to support them, as Ingrid didn't call her yet. Ingrid's phone had died earlier in the day, much to her dismay. Noticing her discomfort, Flynn turns down the song that was playing on the radio, raising an eyebrow at her. "You okay?"

"Remember how my phone died? Well, I need to call my mom, and she's probably worried sick now." she replies, sighing deeply. "You don't have your phone on you, by any chance?"

"I always do. Why didn't you say something before? I could've let you borrow it a long time ago." he responds, pulling off onto the side of the road in order to hand her a phone, apparently one of the newer iPhone models, complete with a 'Lakeside Lions' case.

"Why I didn't say anything before? I still hate you, you know. Even though we may seem cool, you're still horrible." And with that, Ingrid dials the hotel where her mother was currently working at, having a brief conversation with her to ensure her safety before hanging up. Flynn stays silent during this time, not wishing to disturb her conversation.

"Why are you so quiet?" Ingrid questions, turning up the music once more.

"Didn't want to bother you by interrupting your call."

"Well, that's unfortunate."

"What?"

"It wasn't even an important conversation."

"Wouldn't you do the same for me?"

"I don't know."

"That's disheartening."

"I know, right?"

"You're a horrible person, you know that?"

"You really think so?"

"I should have never said anything."

"That would be a good idea."

"Why are you always so mean?"

"I lost a bet."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course not. I'm only serious about one thing, and that's food."

"That doesn't really surprise me."

"Well, you see, I like food, and food likes me. Except spicy food; spicy food isn't too kind to my digestive system."

"That's too much information."

"You were the one asking me if I was serious."

"You're a piece of work."

"Better a piece of work than a piece of s-"

"Don't finish that statement."

Ingrid frowns, but complies with his instruction. The truck goes silent, save for the song that was playing on the radio. Flynn finally decides to speak up after a few moments, unsatisfied with the silence.

"So, what are your plans after high school?"

"I haven't even thought about that."

"We're almost seniors, Ingrid. That's something you have to start thinking about."

"I thought I would start thinking about it at the beginning of the school year."

"I've already decided what I wanted to do."

"And?"

"I want to settle down after high school - I think I might have a shot in college with football. This last season was an excellent season for us, and as a highly successful running back, I think colleges will be looking at me this season. After all, we'll both be seniors."

"Even though I don't know anything about football and I don't attend the games, I guess you're good.  I heard some good things about you from my brother."

"This year will be our season - we might have been knocked off our pedestal this time, but I'm positive that we'll go to the playoff championship and win."

"I guess I'll have to start attending the games, then. Got to see Mr. Newfield in action." Ingrid teases, grinning widely.

"Don't call me Mr. Newfield. That's my father, not me." Flynn grumbles, turning into her driveway.

"Alright, Mr. Newfield, whatever you say. I'll see you tomorrow." Ingrid laughs, waiting for him to get out of the truck so that she could as well.

"I'm not letting you out until you call me by my name." Flynn answers, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, is Mr. Newfield grumpy? That's a shame, because I thought he never gets grumpy."

Huffing, Flynn throws the door open, stomping out, Ingrid mimicking his actions.

"You're walking tomorrow." he mutters, getting back into his truck.

"You'll get glad by tomorrow. There's no way you'd make me walk."

"Whatever." Flynn backs out of her driveway, driving full speed ahead away from her house.

Ingrid laughs, unlocking the door to her house. On second thought, summer school would be fun if she could mess with Flynn some.