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the dignity and intimidation required to get by in such an environment it was all about appearances there.

I even bragged about my first kiss, I even exaggerating the experience by the time I was fourteen, the kiss with Gracie had been long and wet, with tongue and groping. The other boys, for the most part, believed me. I became popular, influential, even among the young women of the girls' school, St. Mary's, down the street.

And when I was seventeen, Gracie came back into my life.

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"Having a good time, Hart?" Ben smiled lewdly, wagging his eyebrows in the direction of the girl I had been making out with only ten minutes earlier. She was now with a group of friends, probably bragging that she had made out with Hart Meyor.

I nodded and frowned at my empty beer bottle, debating whether or not to have another one. Was this night good enough that I wanted to remember it in the morning?

Ben said something else, something about his party being better, but the words were mostly drowned out by the music and loud voices around us.

"Did you see the new girl?" Ben asked, louder to be heard over the heavy beat of the stereo.

"No."

He gestured through the crowd to a girl standing nervously against the wall. She had curly brown hair and a rounded face, almost innocent looking if it weren't for the purple make-up. Mike Zeller was trying to talk to her, and she kept looking away from him, as if she was looking for an escape.

Well, I couldn't refuse a damsel in distress, especially one with such a thin, curvy figure. I sauntered over and pushed Mike back.

"Can't you see she thinks you're a dick?" I sneered.

Mike pushed my shoulder. "Come on, man, I found her first. You can't have all the girls to yourself," he said in what he apparently thought was a voice soft enough that New Girl wouldn't hear.

She crossed her arms and looked indignantly away from him.

"I don't want all the girls," I said. "You can have any other one here."

He looked like he wanted to fight back, but no one fights with me. That would be social suicide, really. I had the power to turn most of the school against anyone I wished. Instead, he frowned and slunk away. I turned to New Girl.

"I'm Hart," I said, and held out a hand.

She paused, then said, "That's an unusual name. I had a friend of that name when I was younger."

"Coincidence, I'm sure." I smiled dashingly. "See, I don't know you, and had I ever known a girl as beautiful as you, I'm sure I'd remember her."

She looked up and smiled, and I noticed for the first time

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