Chapter 10

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"So…,” Ray started, tapping his pencil against the top of his desk, “You and Mikey were holding hands this morning.” I sighed, and shook my head. Frank had asked me since Mikey and I were holding hands, if we were “doing the dance of love together.” That was in math, and now I was in history, five minutes before the bell rang, doing nothing with Ray because we finished our work.

“And, I was wondering if you and Mikey were dating. I just wanted to know because he’s horrible with girls, and people in general and I wanted to know if he’d actually gotten over that,” Ray spoke without pausing. That was one of the things I liked about Ray. He got to the point and didn’t beat around the bush.

           

“No, Ray, Mikes and I are not dating. We’re just friends. Can’t friends just hold hands once in a while?” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Are you sure? Because I don’t want to learn, later down the road, that you’ve guys have been dating all that time,” Ray set down his pencil and picked up a tan colored crayon and studied it, “I wonder what this would taste like.” The bell rung and I snatched the crayon out of his hand and called to him as I walked out of the door, “Wax.”

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