Henry

Behind the scenes of such a jest

 "Want an oreo?" Miles offered her one.

Henry took it gratefully, twisting it with him. "If you get the cream, you have to go tell one of the guys in our class that you'd give them head."

"What?! No way, you do that!" Miles let go of his half of the oreo.

"Wimp," Henry smiled as she poked her tongue out. "I would, but in any case, that's just going to bring on more misogyny."

She twisted the oreo herself and licked the cream off slowly, swirling her tongue in smooth arcs. She lapped it up like a cat and milk. Eyes watching him, she grinned as she saw him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing. Then she crunched down on the biscuit. Miles winced.

"What's with the sudden trend of Oreos coming around?" she asked as she reached for another.

Miles held one out for her, holding one half. "I don't know. I think it's the dares. Alright, nothing like the other one this time."

The two twisted the oreo, and this time, Miles got the filling. 

Henry batted her eyelashes at him. "You'll let me dye your curly brown hair, right, Miles?"

He groaned, "Fine. Don't make it absurd though."

In response, she gave a small giggle.  She took another cookie and turned behind her.

"Chase," she smiled, "oreo?"

His big, dark rosewood coloured eyes looked up at her from the comic he was reading, framed by the thick black glasses he was wearing. He beamed boyishly at her.

"Alright, Henry. If you get the filling, I get to pull a favour from you." 

They twisted it, with Chase coming out victorious.

He smiled, placing his half of the cookie between Henry's lips. "I'll leave the favour for when I need it."

She bit down the rest of the cookie and turned back to Miles, blatantly ignoring the rest of their classmates staring at them. 

"That was oddly tense," Henry remarked as she put her feet on the edge of the table. 

Miles laughed. "Between you and the oreo or you and Chase?"

"Me and the oreo, of course," Henry snorted. "You don't have track, right?"

"Thank you for that, I'm right here," Chase called from behind. 

Miles shook his head.

"Great, I'll dye your hair after school. Chase, you're a darling. Is the coach still being a sexist cunt?"

Chase closed his comic and put away his glasses. "Doesn't seem any different to me."

Henry snorted. "Ugh, I'll take it as a yes then. No wonder he's still single."  

"Did you bring hair dye with you to school today or something?" Miles asked as he walked with her.

She shook her head and smiled. "Nope, I'm gonna bleach the ends. I think it'll look hot on you."

"No," Miles put his hands up. "That sounds like a mess and will result in catastrophe."

"It won't," Henry reassured him. "We'll go stop to visit Phil."

"Who's Phil?" 

"The janitor."

"You're on a first name basis with the janitor? Kind of sad, don't you think?"

"You've read your textbooks so many times you can even remember its publishing details and IBSN number. Kind of sad, don't you think?"

Miles stayed silent, just as Henry did.