Chapter 11

Tucker shook his head no. Everyone knew the McKenna’s had a pool, but Tucker had never been invited. He’d never been in one at all.

Roy stretched out his arms. “Climb up, man,” he said.

“What?”

“Lay across my arms. Move your arms and kick, Slick.”

“Umm…” Tucker looked at Roy’s hairy arms. His own were even hairier. He glanced at Roy’s pits. His own were even bushier. Tucker even had some hairs on his chest already. Not Roy—none that could be seen without staring too long. There was just that one line, thick and lustrous down his middle: the one Tucker couldn’t stop staring at.

“Bishop!” Roy snapped, but he smiled. “C’mon. I won’t, like, drop ya, ya know.”

“I think I might need to go see the nurse.”

“Why? You on your period?” Roy asked. “Come on, so coach don’t flunk us both.”