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Ten
“EXCUSE ME, MR NAGY? I CANT really concentrate with Lissa and Rose passing notes
over there.”
Mia was attempting to distract attention from herself—as well as from her inability to answer
Mr. Nagy's question—and it was ruining what had otherwise been a promising day. A few of
the fox rumors still circulated, but most people wanted to talk about Christian attacking Ralf. I
still hadn't cleared Christian of the fox incident—I was pretty sure he was psycho enough to
have done it as some crazy sign of affection for Lissa—but whatever his motives, he had shifted
the attention off her, just as he'd said.
Mr. Nagy legendary for his ability to humiliate students by reading notes aloud, homed in on us
like a missile. He snatched the note away, and the excited class settled in for a full reading. I
swallowed my groan, trying to look as blank and unconcerned as possible. Beside me, Lissa
looked like she wanted to die.
"My, my," he said, looking the note over. "If only students would write this much in their
essays. One of you has considerably worse writing than the other, so forgive me if I get
anything wrong here." He cleared his throat. "'So, I saw J last night,' begins the person with bad
handwriting, to which the response is, 'What happened,' followed by no fewer than five
question marks. Understandable, since sometimes one—let alone four—just won't get the point
across, eh?" The class laughed, and I noticed Mia throwing me a particularly mean smile. "The
first speaker responds: 'What do you think happened? We hooked up in one of the empty
lounges.'“
Mr. Nagy glanced up after hearing some more giggles in the room. His British accent only
added to the hilarity.
"May I assume by this reaction that the use of 'hook up' pertains to the more recent, shall we
say, carnal application of the term than the tamer one I grew up with?”