Daniel's POV:
"Hey, man, did you hear about that new girl?" I shook my head. Of course Ethan heard about the new girl. He's like a man version of a girl. Knows all the gossip. Everything about everyone.
"Is she hot?" I asked, getting out of my BMW.
"Don't know yet, no one's seen her. But I heard that she lived in your neighborhood." I frowned. Well, if she was hot, I would've noticed.
"She's probably not that hot," I answered.
"I don't know, man, people say she came all the way from California. All the chicks are hot there."
I slammed my car door shut. California made me angry. Just hearing it made me angry.
Ethan was still rambling. "I hope she's a brunette man, Blonde's make my eyes hurt. And please, God help me, make sure she doesn't have flab. Please, please, please." He slammed his hands together and looked up at the sky.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "You have too many requirements, man." I said.
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Says the guy who's practically dated and banged every decent girl at Westhill High."
I shrugged. "It's not like I forced them. I mean, who can resist this?" I pointed at my body.
"Me," Ethan answered twice as fast.
I punched him in the arm. "Ethan, you're probably going gay for me, and you just don't know it yet."
He made a very girly noise, and sauntered away from me. I laughed. "I need to get away from you," I heard him mutter.
"Come on, man, I need a hug," I held up my arms and walked over to him. He started running.
"No, get away, man."
"Come on," I winked at him.
"Oh my god, just get away man!"
I chased him all the way inside, where the rest of our buddies were in laughing fits.
One of my pals named Blake just laughed and said, "Ethan, maybe Dan is right. Maybe you are going gay." Everyone's eyes were glued to his long pink socks.
"Man, Natalia made me wear them. Something about Boob Cancer Awareness or something." He looked like he was going to die from humiliation.
"Breast Cancer Awareness, Ethan," I corrected. "Breast Cancer. Not Boob Cancer. Breast Cancer. Come on say it with me. Breast. Breast. Bre-ast." I started moving his mouth to form the word.
Out of the corner of my eye and girl was just walking past me and then stopped to stare. I was in the middle of saying breast for the fifteenth time.
She looked horrified.
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Best Friends for (N)ever
Teen FictionWhen 16 year old Alex Mercer comes back to a town she thought she said goodbye to three years ago, she thinks everyone will forget her. She thinks she could walk into class with a different face and no one will notice. There's one person who she hop...
