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about it, pretty boy?" Boyd asked, tossing his hair back so he could see Edward better.
    "Why don't you push me and find out," Edward threatened, his brow pushed up almost tauntingly.
    "You know, guys," the boy from the front row began, his voice a shaky baritone, "there's a bathroom right around the corner. I mean, I'm sure” -
    "Shut up," Boyd and Edward said simultaneously.
    Boyd cast his glance back at Sadie, who was frowning now. "You're still looking at me, Blondie," he taunted, and then looked over at Edward before returning his eyes in Sadie's. "Your boyfriend won't show you his pecker, is that it?"
    "You're an asshole," Sadie replied and then turned around just as Edward said, "She's not my girlfriend, dipshit."
    Both Edward and Sadie turned back around. The latter let out a deep but inaudible sigh and ran her fingers through her hair. It was silent, save for the loud, taunting ticking of the wall clock. Sadie tried not to stare at it, knowing that time would only move slower if she did. However, she snatched a peak and realized it was barely a quarter after seven. She heard shifting next to her and looked over at Edward. A soccer ball was now sitting on the surface of the table, being pushed back and forth between Edward's palms. Roxy seemed to be studying something, and Sadie craned her neck to see what. When she caught glimpses of a yellow highlighter, she realized this must be the script for the fall play. Her eyes shifted over to Paulina who, unsurprisingly, had opened a compact and seemed to be reapplying her lip gloss. The kid in the front row seemed to be doing the same thing as Roxy, except that instead of a script, he had the periodic table in front of him. Glancing down at her hands that were resting flat on the table, she had a sudden desire to turn around and see what, exactly, this Boyd guy was doing. At first, she refrained. But after a long moment, she tilted her head in a very subtle manner and once again looked at him from the corner of her eyes. He was in the same position as before, only now his chair was resting on two legs instead of four. He had a match in one hand and a cigarette in another. Then, to the utter amazement of the senior, he reached into his mouth with the match and struck it on the back of his teeth, producing a flame. With his other hand, he stuck the cigarette between his lips, lit it, and then waved the match out.
    "Hey man," Edward said with annoyance, turning around to look at Boyd.

    "The name's Asher," the guy replied, smoke slipping out of his mouth with each word he spoke. "Asher Boyd."
    "Yeah, whatever," Edward told him. "I'm an athlete. I don't need you to be smoking and infecting my lungs with that shit."
    "Secondhand smoke has been proven to kill," the boy said, turning around and looking at the scene.
    "I hope so," he said, not removing his eyes from Edward. "Hey, Jock Strap. Soccer is not a sport. That's almost like saying dancing is a sport or, God forbid, cheerleading ."
    "Oh screw you, Boyd," came Paulina's voice from the front, along with an icy sneer.
    "See, I might be surprised if something like that came out of Blondie's mouth over here," he said, gesturing at Sadie but maintaining his gaze on Paulina, "but I know how dirty your mouth is personally, don't I Paulina?" He raised his brow and then mockingly blew a kiss at her.
    "Shut up, Boyd," Roxy said, who dramatically slammed her script on the table and turned around so she, too, could get a look at him. "Nobody here cares about you. You can spread that shit, but nobody here is going to believe that Paulina ever liked you." Sadie arched a brow, seeing Paulina's red face and silent mouth. "Not even..." Her eyes landed on Sadie's. "Not even Sadie would screw you, you piece of trash."
    "I don't know about that," Paulina said with a very subtle tremor in her voice. Her clear, blue eyes had hardened as she looked over at Sadie. "She dated Tony McAllister. Granted, Tony's not exactly in the same class as Boyd,