Deciding that she had no other option, Jen mustered up the courage to tap Nathan on the shoulder once more.
"H-hey Nathan?" she said.
"Oh hey, what's up Jen?" Nathan said as he packed up his things while still sitting on her. He scooted closer to her torso so he could hear her better, sending a shudder down Jen's spine.
"I was w-wondering if you and one of your friends could carry me to my next class. I can't exactly, well... move, you know? Being half couch and all, I'm kind of helpless."
"Uh, well, I'm running kind of late. What's your next class?"
"Home economics," said Jen.
"Oh, that's in the A building right? That's right on the way to my next class actually." Nathan scratched his chin, pondering for a moment. "I'll tell you what, I'll make a deal with you Jen," he said with a slight, thoughtful smile on his face.
"What's that?" said Jen, curious what she could ever do for the most popular boy in school.
"I'm having a party at my house tonight after the game. Thing is, the whole soccer team's coming over, along with a bunch of other people, and my place doesn't have enough furniture for everyone. Would you... like to help me out with that?"
"You... you want to borrow me for the night to use as your personal furniture?" said Jen, blushing.
"I'd just like to rent you for the night if you wouldn't mind," said Nathan. "I have a pickup truck, me and my friend can pick you up and bring you right back when the party's done. It's actually kind of convenient for me, better than paying to rent furniture from a party supplies place, or buying those crappy folding chairs. They're not nearly as comfortable as you anyway." He ran his hand over Jen's leather, making her blush red as a tomato.
"O-okay," Jen said. "Pick me up at 7:00?"
"It's a date," winked Nathan. Jen thought she might feint on the spot.
Nathan, true to his word, went and grabbed one of his friends to help him carry Jen. They placed their backpacks on Jen's cushions, causing her to gasp, but she held them in place so they wouldn't fall. They then picked her up as the movers had and carried her down the hall. She gasped again at the unfamiliar feeling of their hands on her wooden frame, which she could not see.
The bell rang before Jen made it to her home economics class. "Shit," Nathan said. "Sorry Jen. We tried."
"It's okay," she said, as they neared the class door. "We're only a minute late."
The boys brought Jen inside, but the teacher, Miss Abernathy, had already started her lecture.
"Ah, miss Jennifer. Late as usual. Well then, we were actually just discussing today's lesson on how to clean and maintain household furniture. Perhaps you'd like you have your friends drop you at the front of the class so I can perform a little demonstration? Then everyone else can give it a try."