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Show 68 in front of him. "Hey, Dyna," he heard himself greet her, something he'd never done before,. He had always let Dyna speak first. "Hey yourself," she smiled. "You're not studying, are you? I heard you never had to study." She scooted up on her desk, facing him, her back to Derek and Tiffany. She was wearing a sweater, a V-neck over a blouse. She looks nice. Blue sweater, blue eyes. I'11 kill Eccles if he opens his stupid mouth! Dyna lifted Parker's chemistry paper, scanned it, made a face, then laid it back on his desk. "A little token for Mr. Bidwell," Parker said, trying to sound humble but aware that his ears had turned red. Lisa Martinez walked over and joined them, sitting on the desk next to Parker's. "Dyna, that was really neat Friday night," she said. "It was just fantastic the way it all turned out." Derek overheard and was on his feet at once, conspiracy forgotten. He couldn't resist a conversation. "Yeah," he broke in, "could you believe that guy knowing every verse of 'Dan McGrew'? Wasn't he a pistol?" "Nothing wrong with him a little Scope wouldn't cure," Dyna quipped. Derek fanned his face. "No shit! He's got a breath problem about twenty yards long." Tiffany giggled, not looking up from her nails. Mike and Greg, the Bobbsey twins, sauntered into class at the last minute. "Where's Simpson?" Greg asked. Then the first bell rang and everyone shut up for four seconds. "Teacher's tardy!" Jeff chalked a T on the air. "Twenty de-merits!" "Didn't you hear what Parker said?" Amy, as usual, was pure patience. "She's going to be late." "You know what I think?" Jan left her own desk where she'd been hunkered over last minute homework, and claimed a desk-top near Dyna's impromptu group. "I think we found ourselves a new subject for the TV show." "Another subject?" Jeff threw up his hands. "Just what we need! Child abuse, teenage drinking, now what? We shoulda stuck to rape." "Shut up, Glotz!" Jan pierced him with her pointed look. "We'll |