“Are you a sore loser, Mr. I’m a Big Rugby Star?” Johnny’s face turned a hilarious shade of red. “Don’t you like it when a girl beats you?” I continued to tease, using the same smack-talk taunts that drove Joey berserk when we played together. “Can’t you take your beating like a man?” “You are so lucky you’re a girl right now,” Johnny told me, lips twitching.
