mysterious, and so different from the other boys." In the distance, Theo snarled and swung his tail a few times, inadvertently sweeping the legs of a passing student. "Who, you mean Theo?" Bonita's friend-person smiled off in the direction of Theo, chewing gum or twirling her hair or something. "Theo's mysterious. No one knows much about him, but he's been around forever. He only disappeared once, three years ago, when he drove across country on his motorcycle. He's so dreamy. He lives just outside of town in Dragon Hills." If Bonita had responsible parents, they'd have taught her to ask questions like "Why is he at our school if he doesn't live in this town?" and "How old must he be if he already had a motorcycle license three years ago, when we were all 12?" Unfortunately, Bonita's parents really only existed so they could disapprove of her young love, and I can't even totally remember if she had both parents or if one of them died at some point. And I am not flipping back to check, so you can just forget it.

"Keep dreaming, Bonnie," Bonita's friend said. Bonita had never had a nickname before. She reacted with indifference. "Theo doesn't date anybody. He's out of everyone's league. See you in class." She's not in the book anymore. While Bonita's friend walked off in a direction, Bonita continued to watch the mysterious and mysterious Theo. She still couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly it was that separated Theo from the other boys, even as she sat watching him blast fire from his gaping mouth. She sat there emotionlessly, drool trickling down her chin, watching Theo for a little while longer. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but probably wasn't, Theo approached her, his horns pointing out like dongs atop his head, and his dong, confident and powerful, protruding from his dong-region like a massive horn. "You must be Bonita," Theo said, his voice low and warm, and with just a hint of mischief. He sounded the way that drives girls crazy, like an American Idol or an iPod or whatever. His eyes, the color of coals (black), seemed to be staring directly into Bonita's soul. A warming chill sent sweaty shivers up Bonita's spine. "I am," Bonita said, registering neither shock nor joy at the realization that Theo knew her name. "I was about to go to lunch," Theo whispered, his pointed dragon teeth looking like a bunch of finely sharpened dongs. "Are you hungry?" "No."