Juvy said as he tied his shoes, “you’ve got to really mash the lips. Like when you’re twisting an orange on a juicer.” “Sounds painful,” Weston said. “It’s not,” Juvy replied. “Plus, it lets the girl know you’re serious.” “Serious about what?” Sami asked. Juvy shrugged, either because he thought the answer was too obvious, or because he wasn’t sure of the answer. I know I wasn’t. We were changing in the locker room after practice. Weston, who had dodged the Gut-Buster, looked fresh and ready to go. The rest of us were munching on energy bars to get us through until lunch. During these twenty minutes, we talked about a lot of worldly stuff. Mostly girls. At least the other guys talked. I listened. None of us had any real experience with girls anyway, so it was mostly guesswork. It was like talking in detail about a sport you’ve never played and didn’t know the rules of.
