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table and points to the door. “Get out,” she whispers in a menacing tone. “Both of you.”
    I pick up my bag and trail my new physics partner out the door. I, for one, am relieved to get out from under that horrible woman’s nose, to get away from the creepy skull on her desk and the way her eyebrows furrow in disgust every time she says my name.
    “Thanks a lot, Quinn.”
    “Get away from me,” he snaps, turning to walk down the hall. I follow on his heels. That boy needs to learn to stay out of my territory. School’s hard enough without people like Quinn sticking their noses in other people’s business. And just to be clear, I’m still pissed about that stupid impromptu meeting with Mrs. Burns.
    “Bring a snack with you after school,” I say, wondering how much farther I can push him. I don’t usually try so hard to annoy preppy nerds, but this one has an ego. His good act isn’t born of desperation. He actually wants to appear holier-than-thou. “You’ll have quite an appetite by the time I’m finished with you.”
    “Kat,” he says, turning around so fast I have to take a step back. His angry blue eyes sear into mine. “I don’t go out with bad girls who treat me like crap.”
    “Who said anything about going out?” I taunt, taking a step forward to squeeze his bicep. “I just want to have a little fun.”
    “At my expense,” he says through clenched teeth. “No. Thank. You. I’d rather not mess around with a girl that’s slept with half the basketball team.”
    “That’s not true!” Angling up my chin, I dare him to look me in the eye. Then I puff out my chest so he’s forced to acknowledge my assets.
    He shakes his head. “You’re sexually harassing me.”
    I start laughing because … are you kidding me? It’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Guys want sex. It’s all they ever think about. Just figures this one’s too much of a girl to admit it.
    “Come on, Quinn. I saw how you reacted when I touched you this morning. Don’t go crying wolf because I hurt your precious ego.”
    “You think you’re so smart.”
    “ You’re the one who started this.” I take a step forward and invade his space. “Be honest. You want sex like every other guy. You’re just too brainwashed to admit it.”
    This morning he had on this super strong cologne that made me want to puke. But now that it’s worn off, I catch a whiff of baby powder. I love baby powder, and for a moment I freeze, unable to do anything but breathe it in.
    The bell rings and I see Mike stomping down the hall with a look of pure murder on his face. “You touch my girlfriend again and I’ll kill you, Walker.” He wipes his dark hair out of his eyes. They flash with heat. Anger courses through me.
    How dare he call me his girlfriend! How dare he treat me like some kind of helpless damsel in distress! I step in front of him and point my finger into his chest. “Not only am I not your girlfriend, but I can take care of myself!”
    Reed and Steve, two of Mike’s good friends, take hold of Quinn’s arms to keep him from bolting. This is why I never should have slept with Mike. Before we did it, he took me seriously. My opinion mattered. I could do no wrong. Now, of course, it’s like he thinks he owns me, which is just plain stupid since we aren’t even together.
    Mike snakes his arms around my waist and kisses me. Not a nice respectful peck, but a possessive kiss with lots of tongue. He sucks my lower lip between his teeth. Damn! I can almost hear myself moaning. My body turns traitor; it purrs like a warmed up engine. The nerve!
    I knee him in the groin.
    He bends over and grabs his crotch.
    “I’m not your play-thing,” I say.
    Reed and Steve let go of Quinn and rush to Mike. My new physics partner takes a few steps forward, touches me on the shoulder and asks if I’m okay. His pity is the last thing I want.
    “Get out of here,” I snap.
    He stands there a few seconds, like he can’t decide whether to