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After school, there's a crowd around my motorcycle. Shit, if anything happened to Julio I swear I'm going to kick someone's ass. I don't have to push through the crowd because a path opens up when I get close.
All eyes are on me as I witness the vandalism to my motorcycle. They're expecting me to be in a rage. After all, who would dare attach a pink tricycle horn to the handlebars and tape sparkling streamers from the ends of the handles? Nobody can get away with this shit.
Except Brittany.
I scan the area, but she's not around.
"I didn't do it," Lucky is quick to say.
Everyone else murmurs they didn't do it, either.
Then murmurs of who it could be race through the crowd. "Colin Adams, Greg Hanson…" I'm not listening, because I know full well who the culprit is. It's my chem partner, the one who ignored me today.
I yank off the streamers with a jerk of my hand, then unscrew the pink rubber horn. Pink. I wonder if it was hers once upon a time.
"Get out of my way," I tell the crowd. They disperse pretty quick, thinking my rage level is high and they don't want to be caught in the crossfire. Sometimes playing the part of a badass does have its advantages. The truth? I'll use the pink horn and streamers as an excuse to talk to Brittany again.

( Simone Elkeles )
[ Perfect Chemistry ]
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