((Rox))
Mack punches me playfully, I ruffle his blond hair.
"NOOGIE TIME!" I yell.
"Is noogie even a word?" Stella chimes in.
"No, Stella, you're boring," Mack says.
"Shut up, it's noogie time."
We hide behind the history section in study hall, the part stashed with food that Dallas stole from, brace yourself, Seven Eleven. Wow, Dallas, you're a real bad boy.
We sit on the old rug, it's caked with dust so we put paper bags on it because last time, Stella sat on it and her shorts literally absorbed the dirt, the whole back was brown and it looked like she sharted her pants, Mack and I were falling over each other laughing. I'm such a good friend.
"NOOGIE TIME!" Mack tugs me toward him, he starts ruffling my hair back.
"NO," I scream, "I JUST DYED IT!"
"Oh crap," Dallas giggles.
I elbow him in the stomach. Then fixate myself on forcefully tickling him. Why? I don't know, I guess it's just my defense mechanism.
An odd noise comes out of his throat, a squeal. Big, stocky, tough Mack Franklin, squealing. Even I, who's known him for twelve years, has never heard him squeal.
"Did you just-"
"Yes, do not ever speak of this again."
"Oh, I will."
"Damn you," he hugs me.
This is confusing.
The bell rings, I groan.
"See you after class!" Mack pats me on the shoulder.
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Not for the Faint of Heart
Teen FictionRox is the leader of her group, her clique? When she meets someone in class who wants in, she says yes. Rox realizes you can't judge a book by its cover and discovers not everything is as it seems. Watch out, just like every story there is strong la...
