Santana blinked. "Ris-que," she corrected. "It's…like walking up to the line but not going over it. Hinting you might be like that but not confirming it?" She looked to her BFF hoping she was picking up what she was putting down.
"It is a bad thing to confirm," she told Brittney. She couldn't hide the exasperated furrow of her brow.
Laughing loudly, she reached out to rub Brittney's arm. "Of course you don't. I don't either." She wrinkled her nose. "Boy, especially teenage boys, are gross and rude and…gross." She kept laughing. "But we need one for status. We get the best we can get for now. Then, we get a better one when we get on the Cheerios and just…ignore them most of the time, let them buy us stuff and do whatever we would do if we didn't have boyfriends."