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sandra and the Hades harem and following her to the back of the
room.
I can do this. With Nicole’s help I’ll be in sync with the social
patterns in no time, and all I have to do is get my Bs. No prob—
“I assume you all practiced the quadratic formula over the summer
holiday,” the big, beefy teacher at the front of the class says.
“Take out a sheet of paper, solve for x and graph the solution.”
He turns to the board and writes a list of ten equations, each one
longer than a long distance phone number. Crap. Maybe USC will
accept a solid C average.
Maybe I should have sat in the front row.
“How has your day been thus far, Phoebe?”
I look up at the sound of Damian’s voice. What a question. It’s a
miracle I’ve made it to lunch, and the last thing I need is his interference
in my half-hour of education-free time. My brain seriously
needs to decompress.
“Fine,” I say.
Really, though, my brain is on fire. I made it through Algebra
on sheer luck—and a few answer prompts from Nicole. Cornball
might have gotten his nickname from all the stupid jokes he makes
during class, but when it comes to math he’s as serious as an 8.0 on
the Richter scale.
Modern Greek had been a little easier—being a first-year language
class and all—but I was the only one in the class on the
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