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in a circle, trunks faced inward. Then they pop the trunks and decorate them. The kids go to all the cars and get candy from us while we sit in our trunks. So much safer than trick-or treating really, since there are adults around and only people you know are involved."
    At Claire's grunt of annoyance, he turned to her. "Why don't you come to that , if you want candy?"
    She snorted. "Oh, please! Hanging out with a bunch your weird Jewish relatives when I could be at parties or something with my friends?"
    Robert frowned. "Your side of the family is there, too, and my family isn't weird."
    Claire smirked. "Oh, what? They're not all crazy alcoholics like your mother?"
    Lena winced. Yeah… that went too far. A crunching sound caused her to look up; at Claire's words, Robert's hands had tightened so much around the steering wheel that his knuckles threatened to pop from his skin. He ground his teeth loudly in an effort to keep his mouth shut. Even from behind, she could see him start to shake, his face turning red.
    Megan leaned forward, resting her chin on the back of Robert's chair. Her short hair tickled the side of his face and he turned to her for a moment before putting his eyes back on the road. Her hand crept around the seat to touch his too-tight grip on the steering wheel. As Lena watched, Robert began to relax. Incredible , she mused, as his face slowly returned to its normal color.
    They made it to school in silence as Robert maneuvered in the cramped student parking lot before they found a good spot. "You all go," he told them in a strained voice. "I'll catch up in a minute. I just need to… compose myself." Lena nearly smiled at his choice of words. Compose himself… Not surprising that his stepdad is an English major and an author, really.
    Before even a second had passed, Claire had sprinted off to the portables, no doubt in a hurry to meet with the seedy bunch she called friends. Dying leaves crunched underneath the boots of both Lena and Megan as they slowly made their way to the buildings, leaving an upset Robert behind them. Megan turned to face her best friend, and then her bright-toothed smile died the moment she saw the dark smirk on Lena's face.
    Correctly interpreting that smirk for what it was (Lena's imminent teasing of her behavior towards Robert), Megan stammered out an escape tactic.
    "I—I'm hungry! Robert didn't buy me breakfast. I'll go buy something from the cafeteria. I think they have muffins, and… and…" she finished her stammering and scampered off, leaving Lena shaking her head in silent amusement. Gotta love Megan…
    The deliciously crisp-smelling fall breeze whooshed at her and her hair was briefly forced on-end before it calmed down. Spitting strands out of her mouth, she sighed. Messy hair was one thing, but hair that looked like she had suddenly had the urge to poke her toe into an electrical socket was another. She made her way to the nearest bathroom in order to pull it away from her face.
    Eyeing her reflection critically in the mirror as she used water to pat the mess into some semblance of a style, she frowned. A pimple was making itself known on her cheek. Hate-being-sixteen, she grumbled to herself, trying to stave off the compulsion to poke at it. The rest of her was okay-looking, she supposed. Not adorable like Megan, or beautiful , like Hannah Miller, but she was fairly passable.
    A stall opening behind her caused her to glance over her shoulder. Her eyes took in the girl standing behind her… And then she stopped, stunned.
    A long, skirt-clad leg shown off in a pair of pretty heels lead up to a fashionably cinched red jacket buttoned over a white shirt and… was that necklace shaped like a bat? A beautifully shaped clavicle peaked from underneath the necklace. A very pale clavicle. Tipping her face upward to see the girl's face, Lena was struck by how tall the girl was. Her facial features were exotic, reminding her of pictures she had seen of Cleopatra. High, sharp