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“Maybe,” Joey replied before flicking my ponytail again. “Got any more of those chocolates you keep in your pencil case?”
“Don’t know why you keep asking when you already know the answer.”
He moved for my pencil case, and I quickly slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch my Rolos.”
“Jesus,” he muttered, pulling his hand back. “You can’t spare one?”
“I could,” I replied, refocusing on my spider web doodle. “But not for you.”
“Not for me?” Snatching up my pencil, he asked. “Why not for me?”
“Because you don’t even like chocolate,” I grumbled, snatching my pencil right back from his hands. “You have the munchies, and I refuse to feed or enable your bad behavior.”
“I’ll, uh, I’ll see you later, Joe,” Danielle mumbled before retreating from our desk.”
“Yeah, sure.” He poked my shoulder. “My bad behavior?” Grinning like a dope, something that usually happened when he came back from lunch with the stoners, he leaned in close and nudged my shoulder with his. “Come on, Molloy, don’t hold out on a friend.”
“I have a wham bar in my bag. It’s yours if you want it but stay away from my pencil case stash.”
“A wham bar?” Joey gave me a disgusted look. “No fucking thanks. I’d rather starve.”
“Then go right ahead, my friend.”
“Jesus, who pissed in your cornflakes?”
You did, asshole.“I’m sorry, Joe, did I push a button? I was just looking for a way to mute you.”
His brows shot up and he choked out a laugh. “Shit, that was a good one.”
“I know.” A reluctant smile spread across my face. “I was saving it up all day.”
“For me?”
“Can you name another person I would rather mute?”
Another laugh. “Jesus, you’re on fire.”
“And you’re on my last nerve.”
“What’s the matter, Molloy? Are you on the rag or something?”
“Oh my god.” I snapped my gaze to his. “You didnotjust say that to me.”
He grinned sheepishly. “Don’t we share those details?”
Deciding on making him suffer, I narrowed my eyes and said, “Why yes, Joe. As a matter of fact, I am on my period.” Smiling sweetly up at him, I added, “In fact, I’m having a real hard time getting my tampon out – what with all the blood and all. Care to help a friend out, you know, since that’s your area of expertise and all?”
“I could give it a shot.”
I glared at his stupid head for a long beat before relenting with a laugh. “You’re sick.”
“You said it, not me,” he laughed, still grinning like a dope.
“I was trying to psych you out, asshole.”
“You can’t psych me out, Molloy. I’m immune to your antics,” he shot back, eyes alight with humor. “But you’re definitely psyching someone out.”
I turned my head in the direction Joey was looking and locked eyes on a furious looking Paul.
