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Eric, the green haired guy, looked at me and grinned. “Hey, weren't you the girl who puked all over the cafeteria that one time? Raven Harrison, junior?”
I nodded, grumbling. Then I grinned. “Weren't you the guy who got into a huge fight before Christmas and got suspended for a week? Eric Kimberly, sophomore?”
“Daniel dumped Kelly! I had to kick his ass for that, I'm Kelly's friend and former boyfriend!” Eric grinned. “Yes. Yes I am. Hi, puke-girl.”
“Hi, fight-boy. I never knew you were so honorable.”
He grinned. “You're a junior, I'm a sophomore. There are a lot of things we end up not knowing because we're never in the same classes.”
“True, but still. You seem like such a vagabond!”
“Yes!” Eric punched the air. “I AM being convincing!” He stuck out his tongue at Gwen. “See?”
Gwen rolled her eyes. “You're a twit, Eric. A lovable twit, and my friend, but a twit all the same.”
“You love meeee! I'm irresistible!”
Gwen grinned and kicked him gently. “You're not, actually.”
“Poop.”
The turtle in Gwen's hands glowed brighter, and Tim winced. “Gwen, put Mimbo down. He's yelling.”
Gwen looked at Tim strangely. “No he's not... OW!” She let go of the turtle to clap her hands to her head, wincing in pain, and Mimbo dropped to the ground and ran to Corellia, who leaned down to pet his shell.
“See? He was yelling.”
“But how could Mimbo and our headaches be related – oh. OH. He's telepathic?”
“He's a talking turtle, of course he's telepathic!”