Right," I scoffed, "Alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian nodded solemnly. "A very old and prestigious society." "I've never heard of them," said the girl who'd claimed the first shirt. "They don't let many people in," he said. In white paint, he wrote his fake fraternity's initials: AYE. "Isn't that what pirates say?" asked one of the girls. "Well, the Alpha Yams have nautical origins," he explained. To my horror he began painting a pirate skeleton riding a motorcycle. "Oh, no," I groaned. "Not the tattoo." "It's our logo," he said.
Richelle MeadYou used your power to toss one rock at me?" he exclaimed, an almost comic note of incredulity in his voice. "On the contrary," I heard Dorian say pleasantly. "I didn't use magic for that. I just threw it.
Richelle MeadFeminist,โ he said, clearly amused. โNext youโll be telling us you hate men.โ She gave him a blank look. โI only hate stupid men who donโt actually understand what โfeministโ means.โ He laughed. โYou run into a lot of men like that?โ โAll the time.โ โReally?โ โEven as we speak, Nick.โ โOh no she didnโt,โ said Peter. I groaned.
Richelle MeadThe rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively,but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.
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