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in Drew’s BMW.”
    Danielle’s mouth dropped. “Tell me you’re kidding.”
    Having no boyfriend, Brooke found pleasure in gloating over her attached friends’ troubles. “Sorry,” she chirped. “It was Friday, after school. It looked like they were headed toward the beach.”
    Danielle sat stunned. A silence descended, broken only by Mrs. Witt’s faint breathing.
    â€œSo do we all agree that we need to take action?” proposed Danielle.
    Tiffany nodded.
    â€œWhat if the guys are coming on to her instead of the other way around?” asked Brooke.
    â€œShe’s encouraging them!” burst out Danielle. It had always seemed easier, and more satisfying, to discipline a rival female than a straying male Hun. “They’re Huns and they belong to us. If she doesn’t understand that, we have to make her understand.”
    â€œHas anyone
told
her the rules?” Brooke asked.
    â€œI did, on Friday,” snapped Tiffany. “All she said was something about how
interesting
the customs here were. And that afternoon, she goes driving with Drew.”
    Danielle clenched her teeth. “She’s been warned. Now it’s time to do something. Actions speak louder than words, like they say.”
    â€œJust ask Charity Chase,” said Brooke.
    â€œI’m not saying we use nuclear weapons. Just show her we’re serious. Any ideas?”
    A second silence descended. Brooke burped.
    â€œBreak into her gym locker and rub poison oak on her clothes?” offered Tiffany.
    Danielle smiled briefly. “Whoever did it would probably get poison oak, too.”
    The air was heavy with cogitation.
    â€œTiffany’s good with cameras,” said Brooke. “She could film her in the showers or something and threaten to show it to all the guys.”
    The words disquieted Tiffany, bringing to mind her recent escapade with the video camera. She’d been lucky to snatch the tape the next morning, and for safety had recorded over it with Billy Graham’s Las Vegas crusade.
    â€œGood thinking,” mocked Danielle. “We show it to the guys and then the
entire male student body
goes crazy over her.”
    â€œI’m just
trying
to help,” Brooke pouted.
    Tiffany suddenly stood. “You just did.”
    The two others turned to face her. “What have you got?” asked Danielle.
    â€œAn idea that’ll get the job done, I think.” Tiffany smiled mysteriously. “All I’ll need is her photograph.”

CHAPTER 5
    â€¦â€¦â€¦Drew finished the test and glanced discreetly at Helga, one desk away. She was still on the essay, her hand producing her distinctive, filigreed penmanship. He found it, and its maker, bewitching. She flipped her page over and continued writing, leading Drew to wonder whether he’d written enough himself. He was the only Hun male in this honors history class; Hun womanhood was wholly unrepresented. He recalled with a smile the science fair exhibit, devised by some brainy, non-Hun boy, that correlated wealth and blond hair with low I.Q. among the female student body. Though blond, Helga was anything but dumb. Drew identified with her. He too was blond, as well as ridiculously rich, traits beyond his control and which he’d refused to be ruled by.
    Though his parents’ allowance of $200 a week could have bought him the choicest name-brand clothes, he proudly wore the same pair of patched, threadbare jeans every day—a streak that had now reached seven months and which had inspired several bets on campus. This savings he diverted to the Siena Club and other environmental groups that his parents railed against regularly. He was tall and square-jawed, with a quarterback’s build but no interest in the job. He preferred reading Thoreau to football diagrams. Similarly, he’d resisted his parents’ and peers’ nudges down the well-worn path of student council, golf,