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1. Girl Power

In the back room of the Pizza Barn, with only two weeks before the start of high school, my boys and I are at the Freshman Mixer. The awesome kids from Merrian Junior High (us) are supposed to “mix” with the degenerates from Hawkus Middle School (them). We knew it was going to suck. What we didn’t know was how hot the Hawkus chicks would be and if any of them would be down to
mix
with us. And free pizza is free pizza, so here we are!

The Hawkus kids have taken over the front room because they’re lame and got here early to stake out their territory. We, on the other hand, rolled in fashionably tardy and have been stuck in the arcade for two hours. I don’t mind a bit. I love the video games here; they’re the ancient, stand-up kind. They’re older than anyone here, only cost a quarter, and because we’re trapped like POWs, it doesn’t look uncool to play them.

On my second trip to the buffet, I scope out the Hawkus crew. The chick selection is like the pizza: cold as ice, picked over, and not very appetizing. The dudes look mean, though. One kid in particular is really big and cool-looking; the other kids are gathered around him like he’s giving out autographs. But he’s not talking, he’s just staring at me and my pile of Hawaiian slices. He looks pissed, like the last time he saw me, I kicked him in the nuts or I stole this pizza from his grandma. Whatever his problem is, it looks like trouble.

I retreat to the safety of the back room to find the old Punch-Out game open for business. I scarf down a slice and pop my last quarter in the slot to kick some digital ass. I wish this boxing ring were real and I could walk up to that big punk out there and give him what the game calls a MIGHTY BLOW! Right to the jaw. I think I know him from somewhere, and I’m sure I don’t like him.

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I blast the first boxer in my game (Glass Joe) with a flurry of MIGHTY BLOWS! and drop his ass. As the game tries to figure out who my next opponent will be, I casually cruise the room with my eyes. Our girls are looking a whole lot better now that I’ve seen what else will be on the menu at Merrian High. I never thought they were dogs or anything, I just thought that I’d have more options. Like Taco Bell is awesome, but you shouldn’t eat it every day. You need some KFC, Pizza Barn, or Subway for a balanced diet. I need variety in my chicks. Not because I’m some player; I’ve never really talked to a girl that I was interested in before. I mean, I’ve talked to girls, like “Can I borrow a pencil?” or “What time does school start?” But never anything smooth, like walking up to them with a rose and saying, “This bud’s for you, baby” or “I like your shirt . . . I’d like it better on my bedroom floor.” I just need a little practice.

But I’m almost in high school; I’m overdue for a surge in confidence and maturity. I’ve grown five inches in the last four months, so I’ve got a new perspective on things. Who’s to say I won’t experience a growth spurt in the smoothness-with-ladies department? I might magically become
the man
in two weeks. Two weeks?! I jerk the controls of the game and slam my fist on the punch button. This is ridiculous! I should have been practicing all summer. All I think about is girls, and I don’t do anything about it. How can you dream about something twenty-four/seven and not take action? I’ve got to get over this now! I need to MIGHTY BLOW my shyness in the face!

In between the Vice City and Ms. Pac-Man games, I see Amber Lee (hands down, the hottest girl in my class) trying to get coins from the change machine. She’s usually guarded by her friends Bitchy Nicky and Chubby Abby, so you can only get close enough to give her a nod or a “S’up?” in the halls. But she’s all alone at the moment, unsuccessfully shoving a dollar bill into the old, picky machine. We started calling it the Devil Machine in seventh grade because it only gives you quarters if your dollar bill is perfect, faceup, and shipped directly from the U.S. Treasury that day. My game’s not even close to over, but I see a window of opportunity that I’ve got to jump out of. Starting high school with a hottie on my arm would make things a lot easier.

I walk over with purpose. This must be the wave of confidence and maturity washing over me now. No need for practice, it’s game time! I’m going to say something incredibly funny about the Devil Machine or the U.S. Treasury. I’ll start simply with “Won’t give you change?” I might lean on the Ms. Pac-Man machine, I might cross my arms, I haven’t worked it all out.

Like a viper, I approach my prey from the rear. Her long hair spills over her pink tank top, probably just long enough to brush the tops of her boobs. It might be long enough to cover the whole boob, like one of those shampoo ads where the chick is naked but you can’t see anything important, because her hair . . .
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Dang it, Carter, focus on the task at hand! “Won’t give you change?” That’s your line, now say it! Be cool, be confident, but don’t be cocky. I’m always spacing off—I’m afflicted with attention deficit disorder. Although it’s a disease, my mom won’t let me take the medicine. My best friend, EJ, over at the X-Men game, he takes the Ritalin. And you can tell when he forgets to take the stuff. Whew! He’s like a rocket ship without a pilot. He has ADHD, though. It’s a little different—you spaz out on top of the spacing off. I just space; I don’t spaz. I’m old-school ADD. My mom says, “You’re a dreamer, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” She makes me write things down to combat my disease. I jot down everything that seems important on my arm or hands. Some days I look like a Hells Angel I have so much stuff to remember.

I should have written “Won’t give you change?” on my arm, because it’s not flowing out like I want it to. I’m standing behind her like a friggin’ stalker, but she hasn’t noticed, so I’m still cool.

I’d love to stay on task, get my homework done, ace the test, get straight As, be the kid in class everybody tries to cheat off of. But the world seems to have a different plan for me. Why would they put windows in classrooms if I wasn’t supposed to stare out of them? Why does Amber Lee have to wear short shorts, have tanned, shiny legs, and rock Reef flip-flops with pink toenails? Am I not supposed to gawk at her short shorts and wonder why there’s no visible panty line? Did she forget to put underwear on this morning? I’m a pretty forgetful guy, but I always remember. Are they a new high-tech underwear that can’t be detected by horny fourteen-year-old boys? Or are they the mother of all panties, the undergarment surely conceived by a god who loves to torment me: the G-string (Victoria’s Secret, fall catalog, pages 12–15) a.k.a. butt floss or crack warmers. That’s the only logical explanation back here.

The only thing standing between her butt cheeks and me is paper-thin denim and four little words: “Won’t give you change?” Here we go! I fill my lungs with pepperoni-scented air and courage, but her panty line (or lack of) is short-circuiting my brain and scrambling the signals being sent to my mouth.

“W-w-w-w,” I stutter. The W’s caught! “W-w-wuh-woo,” I continue. You’ve said it a thousand times. It’s a simple word, just spit it out. The rest of the sentence will flow from the “won’t.” Take a deep breath, focus your energy, relax, and say the damn thing!

“W-w-w-wu-whh, woo,” I stammer. She can’t hear me, thank God, and nobody else is watching. I know this because, if they were, they would be pointing at me and peeing their pants.

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