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At first I think it’s President Allington But the president never wears khakis, preferring, as I think I’ve mentioned before, white Dockers The newcomer is entirely too well-dressed to be the school’s president

When he ht that spills from the Coke ton, the president’s son So my confusion is understandable

It isn’t unusual for Christopher to drop by I h he has his own place at the law school dorm, his parents do live upstairs He’d probably come over to visit them, then stopped in the caf to see what all the noise was about

But when he ainst a far wall and begins chatting casually to the here, exactly? He’s a law student, not an undergrad

Pete had told e soton had worked before, there’d been a big hush-up over the fact that Christopher hadn’t scored high enough on his LSATs to get into New York College Apparently his father had pulled sootten him in anyway

But then, with an alcoholic mother and a father ears tank tops in public, the poor kid probably doesn’t have ene pool anyway, and needed the extra help

’N Sync pounds to a finish, and then an Elvis i his rendition of "Viva Las Vegas," for want of anything better to do, I watch Christopher Allington h the crowd until he’s settled hiirls They’re all freshly aardness They aren’t quite in the New York College groove yet, as their unpierced faces and undyed hair and Gap clothing prove One of them, a bit ins talking to Christopher, who leans forward to hear her better The girl sitting next to her resolutely refuses to join in the conversation, keeping her face forward

But you can tell she’s eavesdropping like anything

Elvis finishes to respectable applause, and then Marnie Villa Delgado--yes, Elizabeth Kellogg’s rooives her an extra hand I try not to letscored herself a single room for the rest of the semester

Marnie, wearing a long blond wig and a pair of low-ride jeans, bows politely Then she launches into a song that sounds vaguely familiar I can’t place it, at first All I know is that it’s a song I don’t like veryher all to the song that had o And only if that household contained a preadolescent girl

Jordan, beside h along with hiives me a sly look while she mouths the line, "Don’t tell ot to try it"

I smile and try not to look as uncomfortable as I feel It helps to look back at Christopher, instead He’s still chatting up the girls in the row ahead of hiirl, hile not pretty, has aface than her more vivacious co at Christopher, hugging her knees to her chest and pushing back ard tendrils of reddish hair

Up front, Marnie is tossing her blond wig--not to mention her hips--around in a manner that the crowd seems to find hilarious, and which I can only hope is not supposed to be an accurate imitation of me

And that’s when it hits ton could be Mark

Or Todd

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You’re a tornado

Blowing through my heart

You’re a tornado

Can’t finish what you start

You wreck everything