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helps to ease the tension a bit, I can't bring myself to laugh.
    "Okay. One, two-" I begin, but the line goes dead. I pull the phone away from my ear and see Call Ended flashing, taunting me.

Chapter Seven
     
    IF I'D HAD someone other than Tanner for geometry, maybe I could have gotten away with it. If it had been later in the year, maybe Tanner would have understood that being late is so not me. Or maybe he would have been so awed by my mathematical capabilities that he would have let me slide. But Tanner didn't get the nickname Beast for nothing, and since we're barely out of September, I haven't had enough face time to secure the place in his heart as teacher's pet. I hung my head in abject remorse and tried to explain to him that my locker was stuck, that it would never happen again, et cetera, et cetera, but he continued to scribble out the pink slip. When he ripped it from the pad and handed it to me, I tried to ask him where I needed to report, in hopes that I'd subtly get him to realize that I'd never gotten a tardy slip before, that this was all just a huge mistake and he was tarnishing the record of a possible future nuclear physicist. But I stopped midsentence, since his eyes were so demonic that I was surprised his head didn't do a 360.
    Now I'm sitting in the front office, with a bald Goth girl in a Kill Your Mother T-shirt and a dude who appears to have forgotten to wear his pants today, since he's just wearing white boxers. Despite their obvious problems, the bunch of ancient women in rhinestone-studded sweatshirts who work in attendance keep inspecting me over their bifocals like I'm a tinfoil-wrapped package found in the back of their freezer. Me. I'm probably the only student in the room who doesn't do meth as an extra auricular activity, and yet I get the dirty looks.
    ''Morgan?" the largest of the three grannies asks, pushing a paper over the counter toward me.
    I stand up and take the paper from her.
    "You can go back to class. Principal Edwards doesn't want to waste time with you, since this is your first offense. Just don't let it happen again," she growls, with more force than I'd ever have believed an Auntie Em type could muster. If this is how they treat their honors students, I expect Goth Girl and Mr. No-Pants may be thrown into a pit with rabid wolves.
    I turn to leave and catch the pantsless guy checking out my legs and making a rude gesture. Which only makes me think of Cam and how if I didn't have him, I would have become a nun years ago. Startled, I drop my geometry book. As I lean over to pick it up, very demurely, so as not to give the psycho a free show, the door to the office opens, and I see a pair of Keds shuffle in, topped by horrible floods that reveal white sweat socks. There's no excuse for that fashion disaster. I scan upward, way, way upward, and see that the fashion faux pas belongs to a basketball-player frame. The disaster isn't just below the knees, though. The cords he's wearing are way too tight in, uh, certain places, and he's wearing a plaid farmer shirt.
    "Yo, man, Halloween's like a month away," No-Pants hisses at him. Not like he should talk, but he does have a point. I mean, why else would anyone wear cords from the kids' department and put enough oil in his hair to power a Hummer?
    I'm so taken aback by the sight that I lose my balance as I'm straightening and nearly fall headfirst into No-Pants's lap. Luckily, I manage to steady myself.
    "Excuse me," I hear the geek say to Auntie Em in a prepubescent voice, "I can't seem to figure this out."
    I'm happy when I hear her use the same gruff tone of voice that she used with me. "What? Your locker combination?"
    His voice wavers. "Yes. And I am not sure where I am supposed to go. Is it... Mr. Tanner?"
    I stop at the door and turn to him. "You have Tanner for geometry?'
    He turns around, eyes wide. I've scared him. Wiping his nose, he nods, but his eyes never really meet mine.
    "That's my class. I can take you," I say,