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time you cut back on those double-mocha lattés, don’t you think?”
     
    Ashlee glanced sideways at Tyler. Her face scrunched up and her lower lip did a primo wobble. Even an idiot could tell she thought her life was “like, so over!”
     
    Awww, shame. But he had far more important worries than Ashlee’s imminent social demise. The girl didn’t have a brain cell to call her own, and she barely breathed without getting Bettina’s approval first. He’d rather kiss Kermit than put up with Ashlee sitting next to him for an entire semester.
     
    He peeled his cheek from the desktop and sat up. Despite his churning stomach, he even managed a credible sneer. “Forget it, Shawn. No way am I getting stuck with Bubble-brain for—”
     
    “Are you talking about me?” someone said.
     
    Tyler jerked and knocked the dissection tray with his elbow. Kermit flopped limply onto his forearm. He swallowed, and shook the frog off onto the desk. Using two fingers like forceps, he picked up one of its froggy legs and eased its limp body back on the tray. When his stomach had quit trying to crawl up his throat, he glanced up at the girl who’d spoken. And almost fell off his stool.
     
    It was the totally hot chick from this morning.
     
    His head echoed with the pounding of his pulse, and his chest felt so tight it was difficult to breathe. Mr. Gilbert must have assigned her to be his lab-partner. Please, God, he should be so lucky!
     
    Please, God, he didn’t go for the whole déjà vu thing and pass out cold on the floor the instant he stuck the knife in Kermit’s froggy body.
     
    “Well, hiya,” Shawn said to the new girl. “Again.” He drew the word out for effect while giving her a blatant once-over that made Tyler want to smack him a good one.
     
    When Shawn got a blank-faced response instead of the expected gush of girly enthusiasm, he blinked. A tiny frown puckered his brow. “Remember me? From this morning. Outside the office. We had a real connection . If you know what I mean.”
     
    If she was dumb enough to fall for that line, she sure wasn’t worth getting worked up over. Shawn could have her—with Bettina’s fricking cherry chap-stick on top.
     
    Tyler clenched his jaw, waiting for the inevitable.
     
    She opened her mouth to reply but Shawn rushed on, working the charm for all he was worth. Which, considering Shawn’s daddy didn’t bother drawing his “meager” salary as Snapperton’s mayor, was quite a bit. “Hey, wouldn’t you know it? Ashlee was just saying to emo-freak-boy, here, how much she’d lurve to be his lab partner. And Bettina’s gonna ditch me for whassername.” Shawn gestured vaguely at the girl sitting next to Ashlee.
     
    “E-E-Eloise,” the newly christened Whassername managed to splutter, overcome with joy, even though the god of jock-straps couldn’t be assed to remember her name. Tyler would have loved to shake some sense into her but it wasn’t worth the effort. Shawn spoke. Girls panted and swooned. Sadly, that was the order of the known universe.
     
    Shawn gazed into Hot-Chick’s eyes, acting like he was everything she’d ever wanted, and he was just waiting for her to fall into his arms and sniffle with gratitude. In a most attractive manner, of course. No reddened noses and impassioned blubbering for Shawn’s chicks.
     
    Tyler held his breath, wondering whether she would succumb, hoping she’d be the exception to the rule. Needing her to be different.
     
    Hot-Chick’s impassive gaze settled on Bettina, sized her up, and then returned to Shawn… who seemed at a loss to understand why she wasn’t playing The Game According To Shawn.
     
    Tyler observed the confusion sloshing around in Shawn’s brain with increasing glee. Ding-dong. There it was—Shawn’s dawning realization that Hot-Chick probably figured he’d hooked up with Bettina and was now ditching her in public. The two of them always had their heads together, leaving their respective hook-ups