She knew it was a ridiculous dream for a Plain Jane like her to have.There were probably a hundred other girls at Princeton Heights HighSchool with th...s same dream, and every last one of them would seem tostand a better chance of becoming the football star's girlfriend thanshe did. While Bobby Dukakis wasn't going steady with anyone, Janey hadseen the kind of girls he tended to date, and none of them were stockylittle things with stringy no-color hair and heavy plastic glasses witheven heavier. "No, dude," He said, looking past my shoulder"I thought you were dating Taylor."I turned around and saw Taylor, watching me, her fists clenched, tears streaming down her cheeks."Uh, I- Uh..." I said, walking towards her.She turn around and ran up the stairs, bawling, all eyes on her.I started to run after her. Brook put her hand up to stop me."I'll take care of it," She said, looking up at me before turning away and heading after BrookI turned to Tom, bewildered."Meh, waddya gonna do?" He. “So what’s this story then, mister?”“Ah yes,” I said. “The ghost of this house. Well, a long time ago, there was a handsome young blacksmith who was married to a beautiful lady and they both lived in this very house. They were in love and very happy.”There was a puking noise from the region of our local Artemis Fowl.Bethany folded up a compliant Carrie and sat her on the grass near the front steps where I was sitting, and then went from standing to sitting cross-legged alongside her sister in. “Can you give me the pink backpack next to you?” I asked the guy blocking the alley.He spun around with a knife and said, “I told you that this is none of your business. Now you are going to pay.”“Yeah, I don’t think so,” I told him as I grabbed the hand with the knife. “Seriously, man, all I wanted was my friend’s backpack, and you came at me with a knife? I’m sure I know what is going on, but the girl getting buttfucked wasn’t screaming. She knows me but didn’t ask for any help. I was just.