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• Perfect Chemistry   Page 8

  "What'cha talkin' about?" Paco asks, joining us with a plate of food from the cafeteria."I bet Alex my car for his motorcycle he can't get into Brittany Ellis's pants by Thanksgiving.""You loco, Alex?" Paco says. "Makin a bet like that is suicide."

• Perfect Chemistry   Page 7

  "Phone sex?""Yeah. Touch yourself, Brit. And then tell me what you're doing. It'll totally turn me on.""While I'm touching myself, what'll you be doing?" I ask him."Choking the gopher. What'd you think I'd do, my homework?"

• Perfect Chemistry   Page 6

  Darlene stands with her hands on her hips. "Well, that was until he called and said all the pledges in the fraternity had to sleep at the frat house for some crazy initiation thing. As long as Tyler's penis is intact when it's all over, I'm happy."At the mention of "penis," I search for my keys in my purse. When Darlene gets to talking about penises and sex, stand back because she never stops. And since I'm not one to share my sexual experiences (or lack thereof), I'm out of here. A perfect time to escape.

• Perfect Chemistry   Page 5

  Other students are gathering around us, leaving room for a fight that is sure to be fast, furious, and bloody. Little do they know Burro Face is a runner. This time he's got backup, though, so maybe he'll stay to duke it out. I'm always prepared for a fight, been in more of 'em than I can count on my fingers and toes. I've got the scars to prove it."Colin, he's not worth it," Brittany says.Thanks, mamacita. Right back

• Perfect Chemistry   Page 4

  "That's enough, Colin. Alex, sit down." Mrs. Peterson eyes the rest of the class. "That goes for the rest of you, as well. I can't control what you do outside of this room, but in my class I'm the boss." She turns back to Alex. "Do I make myself clear?""Si, senora," Alex says, deliberately slow.Mrs. Peterson goes down the rest of the list while I do everything in my power not to make eye contact with the guy sitting ne

• Perfect Chemistry   Page 3

  "So?""So, starting right now everything is going to be p-e-r-f-e-c-t."The bell rings, which is not exactly a bell because the student body voted last year to replace bells with music between classes. Right now they're playing "Summer Lovin'" from Grease. Sierra starts walking down the hall. "I'll make sure you have ap-e-r-f-e-c-t funeral. With flowers and everything."