is my best friend the one? (finished)

chapter 3

i stood in the doorway, still a bit hidden, to where they didnt notice me. "wow." greg says.

"look at the rack on her!" tyler says.

i roll my eyes. was i jealous? noooo. no. they flip the page and mike's jaw drops. "woah." he says.

i let out a quick snort. oops. they saw me and tried to hide the magazine. i fall on the ground and start laughing hysterically. they come and stand over me. "you... if your mom... oh my god." i say beween laughs.

i catch my breath and lay on the ground, staring back up at them. i smiled wide. "come on, get up." mike said.

i giggle once more and sit up, still in the hallway. i take a deep breath. "whered you even get- dont answer that." i said.

"come on, ada, get up." steves says, pulling my hands making me stand.

i stood up. i was taller than greg and just a 1-2 inches under the rest. i was also 14, and each of them was 15. they didnt seem to mind but tyler never let me forget it. "what do you want to do?" i say.

"we could race?" mike says.

i was real fast on a bike but michael taylor was one person i could never beat. i sigh. "ok." i reply.

we head out and i hop on my bike. i knew we were gonna go to a road a little ways away so i rode infront of the boys. i still heard them though. "ty why do you keep staring at ada?" greg teased.

"im not." tyler chuckled.

"but you do flirt with her." steve said.

"no way." tyler says.

"oh yes way." steve says.

"you were all over her in the hallway just before we left school." greg said.

i didnt ever think much of tyler's flirting but i guess maybe he was... no im not gonna make assumptions that could end up hurting me. "i bet you wish she was in that playboy magazine." mike said.

i pressed back on my pedals, making me stop almost instantly and sounding a harsh screech. the boys caught up to me, all of them on my left, and looked at me confused."i will never be in one of sl*tty magazines." i say.

the boys looked shocked because the only swear words i ever say is damn, damnit, and crap. i stride off and leave the boys in the dust. "so she heard us..." steve says.

"and i still can!" i say, not too far ahead.