Fabulous Five 007 - The Kissing Disaster Read Online Free

them here to Wacko and put them into the refrigerators in the
cafeteria for safekeeping until time for his classes to dissect them."
    "Shane, I'm warning you," said Melanie.
    "But alas! Something went wrong! The cooks found those
eyeballs and ground them up and made them into meat loaf and "—he
paused for dramatic effect—"served it for lunch today."
    "Gross! Gross!" cried Melanie, but Shane was
doubled over laughing. She ignored him, trying to keep her stomach from turning
flip-flops. Why on earth had she gotten hot lunch today? she wondered. The meat
loaf wasn't ground-up cows' eyeballs, of course, but thank goodness she
had covered it with ketchup just the same.
    She slipped into her seat in the biology lab, hoping that at
least one of The Fabulous Five had seen her walking in the halls with Shane.
That was part of her plan. Pretty soon they would realize that since they didn't
need her anymore, she didn't need them either. She had plenty of
friends—especially cute boys like Shane. But even if The Fabulous Five hadn't
seen them together, Tammy Lucero certainly had. She was glaring at them as they
entered the classroom, and Melanie knew she would run straight to Laura with
the news.
    Mr. Dracovitch was calling the class to attention and taking
roll. Melanie tapped her pencil absently as he launched into a long list of
instructions for the dissection. She could get all that later. Right now her
thoughts were on Mr. Dracovitch and the seventh-grade dance. At the meeting
this morning she had wondered how he might feel about being the honorary
chaperon, and seeing him now, she wondered the same thing all over again. Did
he realize how weird that shiny, black toupee made him look or know that kids
called him Dracula behind his back? Would he think it was a pretty funny joke?
Or would his feelings be hurt?
    "All right now, class," he was saying. "It's
time to take your places at the dissecting tables. Find your partners and
choose a table."
    Forgetting about the dance, Melanie scrambled out of her
seat and made a beeline for the dissecting tables, almost stumbling over
Whitney Larkin in the process. Shane sat nearer to them and was ahead of her,
motioning back over his shoulder for her to follow him to a table at the back
of the room. Fantastic! she thought. It was so much more private back there.
    "Hi, Shane," she said brightly. "Are you
ready for this?"
    Shane nodded, rubbing his hands together and licking his
lips as if in anticipation of a feast. "I've come to drink your blood,"
he said, arching his eyebrows at her.
    "Shane! Cut it out!" she insisted, trying not to
let it show that she loved his teasing.
    It took forever for the whole class to get settled at
tables. Melanie noticed with dismay that almost no one chose tables at the
front of the room; everyone seemed to want to get as far away from Mr.
Dracovitch's desk as possible. Shane's and her table wasn't going to be as
private as she thought. Also, Tammy and Chandra's table was almost close enough
to overhear their conversation.
    "You will find a pan on your table," Mr.
Dracovitch began in a tone that made the last few whisperers shut up.
    Melanie glanced at the table. Sure enough, there was a small
metal pan in the center. There was also a drain, a spigot, which she guessed
was for water, and a gas jet. She shivered. This is getting serious, she
thought. I'd better pay attention.
    "Each pan has a number on it."
    Shane looked the pan over and pointed to the number seven on
the side. Melanie nodded, thinking that seven was always a lucky number. Being
Shane's partner was meant to be.
    "Remember that number," Mr. Dracovitch went on. "When
you receive your specimen, it will go into the pan, and each day you will get
your own team's pan from the refrigerator and resume working on it. Any
questions?"
    "What's that awful smell?" asked Shawnie Pendergast.
    Melanie had smelled it, too, and she agreed with Shawnie
that it was pretty awful.
    Bill Soliday piped up, "Cows'