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Chapter 2
"What's your favorite color?"
My head had been face down on the lab table. Baseball boy had saved me a seat, but I sat a different table next to some kid named Eric from the chess team. I wasn't sure how it happened, because a moment later the bane of my existence was sitting next to me. I have a feeling Baseball Boy either paid Eric or threatened him with a wedgie.
I would put a wager on the wedgie.
"You can't ignore me all day! What's your favorite color?" He tapped my shoulder. "Are you dead?"
"Mold," I mumbled with my face remaining down.
"That's not a color!"
I moved my head slightly and looked up at him. "It's the color of your eyes."
My head went back down.
"You should be a standup comedian!" He exclaimed with a laugh. This kid needed emotional help. "I bet you like purple. You would look pretty in light purple. The black makes you like a goth."
"You would look good with a black eye from a knuckle sandwich."
"Again with the jokes!" Baseball Boy chuckled. "What's your favorite flower?"
"Stink weed."
He wouldn't shut up. "What's your favorite drink?"
"Gin."
"You don't drink gin!" Baseball scoffed. "What is it really?"
"Vodka. I leave the kegs of skunked beer to jocks like you."
The annoying laughter filled my ears again. He asked, "Do you like Fresca?"
Oh God, my kingdom for something to gag him with.