December 14, 2012: B
Max turned back to Nudge, who was looking at her knowingly. I chuckled and shook my head, turning around again and facing Ratchet. "So what if she was? She doesn't like me or anything."
He stared at me like I was an idiot, stopping in his tracks. "Are you serious?" he asked. "That chick is obviously into you." I stopped, too, glancing at her again. She was arguing with Nudge, her cheeks slightly red. Adorable and gorgeous and wonderful, as always.
I looked back at my friend. "Maybe she has a thing for you."
Ratchet smacked his forehead, shaking his head. "You're so stupid," he moaned. "She was obviously staring at you!"
"Maybe she thinks I look weird."
He barked out a laugh, rolling his eyes. "Dude, all of the girls in our class think your sweat is sexy. Don't even go there."
Shrugging, I subconsciously wiped the perspiration off my forehead. "I'm just saying. She's never spoken one word to me this whole semester, practically. I'm starting to think I have no chance with her."
Ratchet stared at me incredulously.
Then he smacked me on the back of the head and muttered, "Grow some balls and ask her out soon, or I'll make you. Moron."
I opened my mouth to say something, but the coach blew his whistle, and Ratchet turned around and began to jog back, but halfway there turned and yelled back so practically the whole gym class could hear, "And I mean ask her out soon, pansy!"
I hate Ratchet. So much.
Yep. Dat Pansy Fang.
It be funny. :D
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