"Hey babe, what's up?" Kyle walked up behind me in the hall and slipped an arm around me.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." I yawned softly.

"What? That Hanson fag keep you up all night with his theories on football players?" I removed his arm from my body and put a little distance between us.

"He isn't a fag and I don't very well appreciate you calling my best friend that."

"He was moving in on you.. holding your hand.. it's not right."

"God! You are such a typical male! He always holds my hand! That doesn't mean he's trying to move in on me. It's just what we do..."

"Yeah, whatever.."

"I gotta get to class, call me when you're not acting like such a pig." I glared at him before walking into my class room just as the bell rang.


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