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senior activities, not to mention prom. That would be the culmination of four hard years spent clawing her way to the top – Prom Queen. After that, she could ditch him, if only she could hold on that long.
    Watching him made that incredibly hard. He had just spit a chewed up eraser at Ms. Leezil’s face. Clara was embarrassed. She immediately pulled out her cell and acted like all of her texts were keeping her busy, and she had nothing to do with the situation. Thank goodness for Mr. Just sending him to detention. Clara would be free for an hour. She left with the others and caught a ride with Joe and Angie. Angie giggled the whole way to the Hot Dog Hut about how brave Hansen was to spit at Ms. Leezil. Joe was a little irritated that Hansen had tried to blame the whole thing on him, but he would get over it. He always did.
    They all ordered and slid into a booth in the corner of the restaurant. The place was packed with after school kids. Mrs. Port was busy at the register, and Mr. Port was filling orders in the back with the two kids that worked there. Clara liked the Ports a lot. They lived just down the street from her. Clara had always loved trick or treats at their house because they both dressed up in costumes, and Mrs. Port gave out little bags filled with goodies instead of just one miniature sized treat. The Ports and Clara’s own parents were good friends, as well, so Clara had seen them at her house on a number of occasions.
    Clara was also good friends with their daughter, Shasta. Well, they used to be good friends. Shasta was one of those casualties of her social climb. She still saw her, but they didn’t hang out at all. Clara glanced around the Hut and didn’t see her. She thought Shasta was probably babysitting Bug. Clara had a soft spot for Bug. She liked rooting for the underdog.
    The crew was reliving the event at school as if it were the most exciting thing that had happened in weeks. Clara kept her eyes on her french fries and silently wished she were home. “What is it with me today,” she wondered. “I’m so sick of all of these people.”
    Somebody asked her a question, so she put on her popular girl smile and gave her best bubbly answer. Soon she was just as wrapped up in the school gossip as the others and she was able to get past her previous mood.
    Hansen showed up a little while later after serving his detention. He slid into the seat beside her with his usual Loaded Cheese Coney and Tots. “Great,” she thought, “Another oniony kiss later. Gross.” Outwardly, though, she smiled and said, “How was the torture chamber with Mr. Just?”
    “Easy! That old man don’t bother me. I just played games on my phone for an hour. Who cares, anyway? I got a nice break before the game tonight!” Hansen shoved half of the wiener into his mouth and chomped down hard. Chili oozed down his chin and landed on the table below with a big, wet splat. He barely chewed before he swallowed the mouthful down and followed it with a chubby fistful of tots.
    “Don’t remind me. I feel so bad that I can’t come,” she lied. “I can’t believe my parents are making me sit for my little brother!” Actually, she had volunteered for babysitting duty when she overheard her parents making plans for the evening. Clara was excited about playing video games with her little brother, pigging out on pizza and watching a movie in her PJ’s after Charlie went to bed.
    “You should be sorry, Babe,” Hansen retorted around a mouthful of food. “You’re gonna miss my moves on the field, and I might just show some other chick my moves off the field!” He laughed grotesquely at his own stupid joke.
    Clara acted like she was hurt, but out loud she said, “You better be a good boyfriend and call me when the game’s over. I want to hear all about it.”
    “You bet, Babe,” he said, then turned to address his subjects. “Let’s get outta here, guys. If we’re late, Coach’ll make us run sprints.”
    The guys