But finally they turned and walked back toward the school building - all except one. The group of guys and girls went on standing there for a minute or two, exchanging angry glances. Come on, turn around, she thought pleadingly. So far there had never been a moment when all three of the girls were looking away. As wicked as we wanna be.'įrustrated, Cassie shifted her weight. This year we're seniors - and we're wicked. 'Last year,' Faye said, 'we were only juniors. 'How come?' the boy burst out, still trying to sound tough. 'It isn't okay.' Then she turned back to her lunch. So we're going to eat out here - okay?' His voice started out belligerent, but it wavered toward the end, becoming more of a question than a statement.įaye looked up at him without haste, then smiled her slow, beautiful smile. Heart beating quickly, she watched the new group approach.Ī broad-shouldered boy in front, who seemed to be the leader, spoke up. Maybe while Faye and the other two were occupied with them, she herself could slip away unnoticed. 'In fact, it looks like a whole delegation.'Ĭassie had seen it too, a group of guys and girls coming through the main entrance down the hill. What's wrong, Deborah?'ĭeborah had stiffened, looking up the hill toward the school entrance.

'Yes, we'll have to come up with something truly special for dear old Sally. 'She already thinks because she's class president she can stand up to us, and if you take Jeffrey, she's going to be really mad.' 'Can we get back to business?' Faye said. He kissed me at the junior prom, and it was like kissing a reptile.' There was a moment of tension, and then the strawberry blond shrugged. So you just back off and pick yourself a nice outsider, all right?' 'And besides, he's taken,' Faye said, and her smile reminded Cassie of a crouching jungle cat. 'Our Nick? The only way he'd look at you is if you had four wheels and a clutch.' And then there's always Nick.'ĭeborah hooted. There's Mark Flemming and Brant Hegerwood and David Downey - he's in my remedial English class, and he's developed this killer body over the summer. 'Who are you going to start with, Suzan?' 'It isn't his teeth I'm interested in,' said Faye thoughtfully. 'And your problem is that you can't see the point of anything else,' Deborah retorted. 'You don't see the point of any guy, Deborah that's your problem,' said Suzan. 'I still don't see the point of Jeffrey Lovejoy,' the biker girl said, scowling.

When she did, her extraordinary chest jiggled in a way that made Cassie certain she wasn't wearing anything underneath her apricot-colored sweater. 'Well, there's Jeffrey.' the strawberry blond said.

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