"Tiffany: "I miss you. I stopped by your place but you weren'tthere."Tiffany: "Don't listen to Chrissy. I can explain everything."Tiffany: "Are you ...ad at me?"Tiffany: "I really want to talk, please call."Tiffany: "Why won't you answer?"Tiffany: "Are you breaking up with me?"Tiffany: "Oh, god... ?"Derek shook his head, confused. What did he want to do aboutTiffany? Break up? Derek went into his dad's study and breathed asigh of relief when the medallion was where he'd left it.Derek set the. But this was a first date without the normal uncertainty of whether I would be getting to first base or beyond. The fix was on, and the pitcher was going to lob a nice slow one over the plate, and a home run was mine for the taking. Assuming I didn't faint from anticipation, that is.Even deciding what to wear wasn't the normal 'whatever is clean' ten-second decision. I made sure that the jeans and sweatshirt I chose had no holes, and weren't too wrinkled. I double-checked my underwear, a. Scott was lying on his stomach while Janie explored his various scars. She traced each one with a fingertip, her touch featherlike. The faded scar under his arm, where the kitchen knife had nearly killed him, fascinated her the most.Janie began to massage his back muscles, but stopped. "There's a mark here between your shoulder blades," she said."Hmmm." What's it from?" No idea," he lied. The thing he could never explain threw a shadow over his happiness. How could anyone understand being shot. I can handle it.”I had gotten the whole story from the Headmaster. There had been some minor discipline for all parties involved. “Yeah, that’s what I heard. But there was also a fight? That’s where you got the black eye, isn’t it?”Now I could see anger coming to his face. “Yes, sir,” his head had come up, and he was looking at me with a challenge in his eyes. “They started giving Mary a hard time because we came from the station bilges. I can take it, sir, but nobody messes with Mary.”“I see..