After classes, there was nothing noteworthy to mention. Dash vaguely remembers dozing off during lunchtime and only waking up as the next set of classes was about to begin.
Moreover, the debate they had prepared with another team of three was scheduled for Friday, so they had no school-related obligations afterward.
Exiting the school, they agreed to meet with Bert for a while to discuss the debate, so Dash and Devon had to wait for him outside.
"Are you sure he fits behind the seats?" Devon smiled, seeing that Dash's car had very small rear seats.
Dash checked his car and sighed, "This isn't a family car; we're talking about a Ford Mustang. I still don't understand why I sound idiotic talking about my car."
"I guess it's because you don't know anything about cars other than this one," Devon smiled after saying that.
"I'm here, guys!" Bert, with a huge backpack, emerged from the school and quickly joined them.
"It's about time; get in, and let's escape from this reform school."
"It's a joke he makes, always claiming that school is no different from a prison, reform school, or workplace," Devon explained, seeing Bert nervous.
"He's right in saying that; everything is quite similar..." Bert nervously smiled and got into the car.
"So, I'm not crazy." Dash sat in the driver's seat and started the engine.
They had decided to do this for Bert since they were a team, and this guy wasn't an idiot like many others they had teamed up with, so Dash was generous enough to invite him for some pizza while they went over the material.
Upon arriving at a small pizzeria not far from the school, Devon looked at the place and slightly furrowed her brows. She then asked, "Is this the place you wanted to come to?"
Dash shook his head, "This place is closer to Bert's house; I thought he'd at least feel comfortable eating here."
Upon hearing these words, Devon was surprised. She knew Dash was considerate to some extent, but this was way too much. He had never done something like this for someone else, perhaps wanting to leave school had made him a bit odd.
Dash stared at the menu for a while. Then, seeing Bert come back from the bathroom, he said, "You can order whatever you want. Normally, I eat a whole pizza by myself, but since I've never eaten here, I'll be modest."
The battles in the bathroom had made Dash cautious about restaurant food from places he didn't trust. There were many times when he got a stomach infection despite being very tolerant of all kinds of strange food.
Devon smiled at the memory and said, "I can't forget that you almost missed a competition because of a stomach infection."
"Yeah, that's not even half funny." Dash got annoyed every time he remembered that.
"So, I'll order a little..." Bert felt it would be easy to get along with these two people, much easier than he had thought.
Usually, people his age and with good looks tended to be idiots. Kyler was an easy example of the stereotypical idiot who had the chance not to be bothered and still have a partner in school.
He thought the same about Dash, who had a limited number of friends. Although he had never spoken to him before, he knew Dash was quite known in school, at least enough to have some influence.
With a nod, Bert smiled a little and said, "I'll just order a milkshake..."
Dash, being perceptive, knew Bert probably didn't have much money on him due to everything being easily lost in school. So, he patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry; I'm paying, and Devon is treating."
Devon furrowed her brows but didn't say anything. She didn't mind paying for a meal since Dash usually covered the expenses. However, the way he said it made it obvious that he did it to annoy her.
"Don't worry; consider this our treat. If you feel bad about it, you can treat us later without any problem."
Dash smiled and said, "Did you hear that? Order the biggest pizza, and if you can't finish it, you can take it home."
After ordering what each one wanted to eat, they ordered two pizzas since Dash didn't want to eat much. Although Devon told him it didn't matter if he ate a whole pizza or just a slice, he didn't listen.
Experiences without knowledge are the best, to be honest. At least you worry less about details and move forward with what you know, even if it means not having a theoretical or scientific basis in the end.
"So, now that we know the general topics each one will discuss, there's no need to keep discussing it." Dash usually didn't spend much time in the debate club, so after getting a general idea, he wanted to leave all school-related matters exclusively for that place.
Today would mark the official reopening of the Dojo in the absence of Mr. Kim. So many things happened in a day that sometimes people needed to clear their minds. Therefore, three times a year, Mr. Kim took some time off.
"See you at the club." Bert, who said this, got up to leave.
Dash nodded and said, "I can take you home."
"Don't worry; I want to walk to better digest the food, so it won't be a problem." Bert appreciated Dash's offer but declined it. He thought he had already caused too much trouble, so he left.
This time, Devon didn't stop him. Sometimes, it's better for someone to make that decision, as you breathe much more easily.
"Shall we head home directly or invade the Dojo?" Dash asked Devon as she exited the restaurant.
"Let's go home; I need to pick up my uniform."