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boys at school.
    Though she’s always happy to let them carry her gear or buy her lunch or whatever. I’d never seen her holding hands with anyone before.
    Steffi leaned forward and blocked Stupid-Name’s face from view. I couldn’t tel if he was kissing her or not, but it sure looked like it. But they couldn’t be that insane, could they? Being caught kissing on campus or off meant instant expulsion.
    My fencing coach, Van Dyck, came striding down the corridor in the gold and brown jacket al the coaches wore. Sandra claims that Coach Van Dyck’s gaze is so intense she can set students ablaze.
    There are rumors that her fairy is a setting- students- on- fire fairy.
    Adrenaline flooded through me. Steffi couldn’t be expeled! I’d just met him!
    Without thinking about demerits or injuries I threw myself at the lovebirds, catching Steffi at the knees in a tackle that sent him crashing to the ground and Stupid- Name with him.
    “Whoa!” Steffi began.
    “You okay?” I asked, standing up, offering him a hand.
    Steffi nodded. Stupid- Name sat blinking with her back to the lockers.
    “What was that about?” Steffi asked.
    “Charlotte Adele Donna Seto Steele!” Coach Van Dyck said, rushing up beside us. “Did you just attack these students?”
    “No, Coach. There was a, there was a—”
    “Wasp,” Stupid-Name finished for me, standing up. She started to describe the wasp’s huge dimensions.
    “A wasp?” Coach repeated. “Which has now vanished?”
    We al looked around for the non existent wasp. I was grateful that there were so many windows, making the wasp’s existence and disappearance slightly plausible.
    “Apparently, Coach,” Steffi said. He looked confused.
    Coach Van Dyck ran her fiery gaze over Steffi, then Stupid-Name, before coming to a rest on me. “Perhaps in the future, Charlotte, you might want to cal out instead of tackling people?”
    “Yes, Coach,” I said, waiting for the demerit.
    Van Dyck held her gaze on me for several very long wordless seconds before walking away.
    “Thank you,” I breathed, “for the wasp thing.” I couldn’t believe I’d gotten away without a demerit. “I wholy appreciate it.”
    Fiorenze nodded, but didn’t look at me.
    “No worries,” Steffi said. “But why did you tackle us?”
    “Kissing,” I said. “It’s against the school rules. You could get expeled. If Van had seen you …”
    “Realy?” Steffi said, astonished.
    Fiorenze stayed silent.
    “Students aren’t supposed to engage in any public displays of affection.”
    “How about that?” Steffi said, turning to Fiorenze. “A wasp, eh?
    Wel done.” He kissed her cheek, then said, “Oops.”
    Fiorenze looked down and then muttered something I couldn’t hear, which made Steffi laugh. He shook his head as if he could not believe how funny she was. It was wrong. Stupid-Name does not tel jokes. She is without joy or humor. Yes, covering for me was good of her, but I doubt she was thinking about it that way. She knew that kissing was expulsion worthy.
    Doxhead.
    I opened up my locker, remembered that my tennis gear was in the change room locker, and closed it again. Fiorenze finaly disentangled herself from Steffi. As she walked past, I looked up, and for less than a second we stared at each other. I started to say something—it seemed weird not to—but she had already turned away as if talking to me, or any other girl, might make her head explode.
    Why was she so stuck-up?
    I stomped off toward the changing rooms, where Rochele greeted me with a sympathetic smile. She was wearing black satin matching bra and panties, reminding me of how great her fairy is and how torpid mine is. She opened her mouth to speak.
    “Don’t,” I said, holding up my hand in the universal sign for seal-your-lips-I-don’t-want-to-hear-it.
    “She looks horr—”
    I pushed my hand to within a fairy’s wing of her cheek. “Which part of the hand are you not comprehending?”
    “The little finger. Also the