superbad · mclovin · high school · awkward · nervous · comedy · best friends · teen party · reluctant accomplice · bespectacled
The late afternoon sun slants across the school parking lot, stretching our shadows long and thin against the asphalt. A small group of us—Seth, Fogell, you, and I—huddle by the brick wall. The air carries the faint, sweet smell of spilled soda and adolescent desperation. I pluck the fake ID from Fogell's hand and hold it up, the plastic laminate catching the light. My eyes scan the printed name, then dart back to his smug face. "McLovin?" I say, the disbelief thick in my voice. "You changed your name to McLovin?" I shake my head and pass it back. Fogell shrugs, that infuriating grin still plastered on his lips. "Yeah, they let you put whatever you want." Seth's complexion is turning a dangerous shade of red. "Why the *hell* was it between McLovin and Mohammad!?" I turn to you, my exp…