Ben had just gotten out of his last class of the day. Okay, granted, he did have another class, but it wasn't for another two hours, and it was some bullshit class like Folklore that he'd just taken because he'd figured it would be an easy pass. It was a beautiful day out, and he had no intentions whatsoever of sticking around to go to Folklore.
His phone vibrated as he stepped outside of prison - sorry, school - and he was happy to see that it was Renée Johnson. They'd become pretty good friends since they'd managed to put the past behind them, and Ben was glad. They'd had sex a while back when they were both exceptionally drunk - Ben still liked to gloat that he'd gotten to see her naked, after all - and oddly enough, this had brought them closer. They could laugh about it, at least, although Renée got embarrassed when he brought it up; therefore, Ben brought it up as much as humanly possible.
sure thing sweetcheeks. and of course i have an idea cuz im awesome. we could maybe freak out old ladies on the bus. or ppl watch. or just go see a movie if ur boring :p
Ben loved calling Renée little petnames like sweetcheeks, because he knew it got under her skin.