"Deal?" he said, extending his hand toward me. I hesitated, then reached out and shook his hand. He thought he was getting the better end of it, but there was something that he didn't know. Johnny thought that all I had to do was tell the other guys he was coming and it'd be that easy. As if I could go up to Gabe, Mitch and Clark and tell them that little Johnny Blu the dweeb was gonna ride with us to the lake next Saturday. Mitch might not give a shit. As long as he has plenty of booze, weed and women, he usually doesn't. Gabe and Clark on the other hand are different stories. Gabe is all about image. Everything he does and all the words he says are to impress other people. He won't buy a pair of jeans unless he knows they are in. Hell, he won't even let a song play on his radio until he is 100% certain that the other popular kids at school like it. His entire life is constantly checking in. Clark is the trend setter. I haven't the slightest clue what it is that makes everyone gawk at his every move, but they do. Every girl at school wants to be with him & every guy at school wants to be like him. He moved here two years ago with a scruffy face and long hair. We all started to grow our hair out, head and face. The son of a gun then walks into school one day with all of his hair cut off & a clean shaven face. Lloyd our town Barber had more business that week
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