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happened to be cheer captain, and obviously watched far too much TV because she slavishly imitated the whole cheer-captain-who-ruled-the-school stereotype.
     
    Shawn and Bettina. Now there was a match made in heaven. Or hell. Take your pick. If there wasn’t such a major ick-factor about step-brothers and -sisters hooking up, they would have been perfect for each other.
     
    Bettina giggled again, whispered something back to Shawn, and then fished a gold compact from her pocket. She flicked it open and gave a breathy gasp.
     
    Was it too much to hope for a nice juicy zit to mar that perfect complexion?
     
    Apparently so. For Bettina didn’t shriek and have a tantrum, she merely reapplied gloss to her already shiny lips, primped her hair and smooched her reflection.
     
    She was one of those inhuman creatures who never got zits. And the gasp was probably because she’d found a hair out of place.
     
    Next, she pulled out a perfume atomizer and sprayed it over her frog.
     
    Huh. Tyler wished he’d thought of that. Then again, spraying his mother’s perfume around a classroom would hardly enhance his already dubious reputation.
     
    Bettina caught him watching her. She curled her lip into a somehow still-attractive sneer. Took real talent to pull that off.
     
    “What’re you staring at?” she said.
     
    “Just comparing you to this highly fascinating, unidentified stain on my desk,” he said.
     
    She hissed like a pampered cat denied a cushion. “Shut up, freak!”
     
    “Yeah,” Shawn said. “Shut up, freak.”
     
    “Wow. Original. Color me impressed.” If Shawn ever did have an original thought, his poor underused brain cells would probably go postal.
     
    Tyler pretended to let his eyelids drift closed and watched them, alert for the particular vibe they gave out when they were planning something heinous. Not that Bettina would ruin her manicure by doing the dirty work herself. She’d simply co-op her peeps to do it for her.
     
    B might not be that snappy on the verbals, but when it came to masterminding public humiliation? Legend. As numerous Greenfield High students who’d done something to piss her or Shawn off had learned to their cost. Tyler had been on the receiving end of an upended paint tray, had soda poured in his lap, and his chair “accidentally” whipped away just as he was about to plant his butt— “Oops! Didn’t see you there. Sooo sorry.”
     
    Yeah. Riiight. He’d landed on his tailbone. It’d hurt like crazy, and he walked like he had a poker up his butt for the next few days. But that was minor compared to the girl who’d had her bra and panties stolen while showering after Phys Ed. Going commando in a skirt? Yikes. Poor kid was going to need a lifetime of therapy to get past that one.
     
    Yep, beneath B’s pampered, pretty exterior lurked an evil-genius brain. And Shawn was all too happy to follow his step-sister’s lead. God only knew what Caro saw in him. Sometimes Tyler didn’t understand his sister at all.
     
    For now, Bettina and Shawn seemed distracted by some little drama playing out at the front of the room. The tension oozed from Tyler’s muscles and a relieved sigh escaped his lips.
     
    Shawn had switched his attention to the pair of Bettina wannabes seated behind him. He stared at them so long they squirmed on their stools and started giggling.
     
    Bettina rolled her eyes. “Just pick one of them, Shawn. How hard can it be?”
     
    “Whatever.” A pause while he vacillated some more, and then, “Hey, Ash, do me a favor?”
     
    Ashlee simpered, throwing a triumphant glance at her lab-partner. “’Course, Shawn. Like, anything you want!”
     
    “We’re gonna play musical lab-partners, and you scored the jackpot. You get to sit next to emo-freak-boy and partner him for the rest of the semester.”
     
    “But—”
     
    “No buts, Ashlee,” Bettina said. “Unless you want me to announce just how big yours is getting tonight at practice. About