She was a nice kid, but she knew her place. She'd been pampered and catered to her whole life by those who just wanted to be around her. Students, mal... and female, were at her beckoned call. Most of the teachers, especially the men, were the same."Atlanta?" I said. "You better be careful around those grad-school guys." My mom said that too. But, I'm 18, I can do what I want."I couldn't help but roll my eyes slightly as I audibly exhaled."OK, Ms. Robinson, let's see? You made a 91 on the final. "Besides, you'renot my type." Get lost creep," the brunette suddenly added in. Janet just stood therefor a moment with her mouth open, hardly able to believe it. How couldthey treat her like that? Especially when they were the type of girl thatshe'd always snickered over, commenting on their bad fashion sense. Thathadn't dulled the desire she felt for them, but she still couldn'tbelieve that they would treat HER like that."Didn't you hear her?" the red head asked sarcastically. "Get lost.". "When Bambi's mother died, she started crying so hard Kenny and I had to help her out of the theater. We went into an ice-cream shop, sat her down and tried to tell her it was just a story. She looked at us skeptically and asked, 'Are you sure?' We assured her that we were, but she kept pushing. Finally, she just winked, grinned and swept us both onto her lap to smother us with kisses."Then the little girl shook her head and said, "But that wasn't the funniest thing. That came when the waiter. When we picked him up at the airport, and this time my sister and I eagerly accompanied our parents on that trip, we soon found that he was every bit as sexy as we had assumed a handsome French teen could be. I knew there was little chance Marcel would even notice me with Elise throwing herself at him, but I had to try. I needed something to build up my self-confidence, and stealing Marcel's attention from Elise was my way to do that, while at the same time irritating my stuck-up sister. This.