SUCKER PUNCH 🛶 PACEY WITTER [book one]

CHAPTER NINE

DON JUAN

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DAWSON may have led the group out into their freedom of Capeside High's hallways, but after that he had no next move and so Jen took over and introduced them to a little game called 'Guess My Butt'.

Heather hopped down from the copy machine, pulling up her jeans as she did so "Okay, Witter, it's time to pull down your pants."

Pacey smirked as he switched positions with girl "Words I've longed to hear from you, Leery."

"Okay, time to guess." Jen announced once Pacey's backside was printed.

The group all gathered around the desk as Jen spread out the pictures. Abby scanned them before picking one up "This one is so petite and perky it must be mine." A sly smirk curled up on her lips as she glanced between Joey and Heather "Like a cheerleader."

"And this ones got a stick up it." Heather mocked "Must be Joey's."

The Potter girl sighed "Oh come on, Heather."

"Yeah, you're right." Heather nodded "I'm just a perky cheerleader, what would I know?"

"I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it like that." Joey looked to her sincerely "I was mad. I'm still mad at Grant, I mean why do you think I hit him? He was bragging about you, like you were some conquest. And I know no matter what you say, he hurt you. And I'm your best friend, even when you're mad at me, which is a lot lately, granted, but I love you. Even if you are a perky cheerleader."

Heather tried to keep her resolve but one look at Joey's pleading doe eyes had her sigh "I love you too, Josephine Potter."

Joey grinned before picking up a picture "This one is Heather's. I've seen it."

"And this one must be Pacey's." Jen grabbed another.

"How can you tell?" Dawson questioned suspiciously.

Pacey smirked as he turned his back to the group, hands moving to cup his backside "Isn't it obvious? She's checked it out. Can you blame her? My butt really it's like a magnet. Chicks they just can't keep their eyes off it."

"Stop." Dawson scoffed "You're pathetic."

Pacey rolled his eyes "You're just jealous."

"Of you?" The blond snorted "Yeah, talk about delusions of grandeur."

"Dawson, this is so blatant. That's why you threw the basketball at my nose." Pacey shot back "And it's why you've been acting like such a little puke lately."