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practically a stripper." Coach Fallon jogged over with his clipboard. "All right, we've got two more minutes. Second string, get in there and try not to screw up." Connor looked like he still wanted to play, but ultimately he crashed on the bench and started pulling off his cleats without bothering to untie them first. "Come on, Connor," James said. "Spencer had your name on the back of her shirt, lucky bastard." Connor shrugged. "I thought that whole thing was pretty dumb." I could hardly believe my ears. Connor and I actually agreed on something. "Dumb, yes. But Spencer and those girls were trying to send us all a message. They want us," Mike said, matter-of-factly. "And if Connor isn't into Spencer, I'm next in line...." "She wants Connor, not you," James said. "You think a girl like her will turn celibate because Connor shuts her down? Trust me, man. The Domski will make it happen. And none of you guys better try and cock block me." My stomach rolled. The fact that Spencer actually liked Connor didn't matter. She'd made them all believe she was the kind of girl who'd take whatever she could get. "Fine. I call the short one with the dimples," James called. Connor laughed. "You have a girlfriend, dude." James acted like he'd forgotten this. "Biggest mistake of my life. No one should have a girlfriend in high school. It, like, completely defeats the purpose. Mark my words. This time next week, Melanie and I are done." I thought about poor Melanie Walsh in the bleachers, sitting next to James's mom. She practically worshiped James, and always wrote him these long, detailed notes with four different color pens during homeroom. Bobby looked off into the bleachers, shielding his eyes from the floodlights. "That skinny blond freshman would be cute if she weren't totally flat. I might as well feel up my little brother." James joined him. "I'd pick her over Mindy Polchek." Mindy was a sophomore. Her dad worked at the same architecture firm as my mom. "I mean, Mindy does gymnastics and shit. But you still have to look her in the face." I wished that I could have had a tape recorder on me, so I could show Spencer and those girls exactly what the guys they desperately chased after really thought of them. The Rosstitutes were just sluts, girls to use and cast aside. "What about Sterling?" Bobby asked. My entire body burned a thousand degrees. I didn't want to hear what they had to say about me. I didn't want to hear their jokes, their put- downs. But I couldn't move. I had to listen. Mike Domski stuck out his tongue and made gagging sounds. "She's the kind of chick who'd cut off your balls in the middle of the night. Wait, actually, I wouldn't be surprised at all to hear Natalie Sterling has a bigger dick than I do." I wanted nothing more than to walk over and give Mike Domski a kick between the legs. Only it was more embarrassing to let the guys know that I'd been standing there the whole time, listening to them say all these disgusting things. "She has a decent face," James said. I crossed my wings smugly. But really, what was I doing, feeling proud about some weak compliment? And who did these guys think they were, judging me? I wasn't like Spencer. I wasn't putting myself out there to be looked at, evaluated. I wondered how they'd like it if I talked about Mike Domski's overly hairy arms, or how James was so short that any girl who wanted to take him to a dance would have to wear flats, or the chicken pox scars dimpling the back of Bobby's neck. Connor lifted his head and made a scrunched-up face. "Whatever, man. You're still mad that Sterling kicked your ass in the election. And threw that pizza bomb at you, which was classic. That girl is seriously tough. I wouldn't mess with her." I felt a swell of something inside of me. Maybe it was shock, or pride, that Connor Hughes defended me. Just then, there was a huge crack of thunder, the kind that echoes in your chest. Some of the girls in the bleachers screamed. A second later, the