"Our school sucks. Did you know that?"

Chad Danforth threw down his bag roughly and sat down at a table next to Taylor McKessie, just after making his announcement. Taylor raised only her eyes to acknowledge him.

"And is this some kind of a revelation, Chad?" she asked dryly, clinging to the heavy book on her lap that she was attempting to finish reading for the 24th time, give or take a few. With each movement of her full lips, her lip ring glinted in the dull library lights.

"Shhhhh!" The librarian scolded them.

Taylor scowled at her, and the librarian, terrified by the green eyeshadow and catlike eyeliner that was caked every which way around Taylor's eyes, backed away slowly before taking off behind a bookcase.

Chad watched her go, then turned back to Taylor. "That's a big word, Tay," he responded. "But anyway, they suck because they've blocked Myspace from the computer I got on. They blocked it on the computer next to that, too, and the one three down. But there's people on the rest of them, so I can't check those."

Taylor, stonefaced, turned her gaze to Chad again.

"Chad," she said slowly, "They have blocked Myspace on every computer."

Chad scoffed. "Why? That's so effing lame."

"You did not just say 'effing'."

"Yeah, I did. So why'd they block Myspace?"

"Because," Taylor began, accepting the fact that she'd never finish her book and sticking her skull and crossbones pen in as a bookmark, "Myspace is a blogging site, on which you can share personal information with strangers, and the school doesn't permit—"

"Dude, I don't even write blogs. I just tell people to comment my sweet pictures. I got a new one, you know. It's a mirror picture." He looked excited.

"Fantastic, Chad. The first one ever on Myspace." Taylor rolled her eyes.

"You should comment it later."

"Hm, no."

"Why?"

"Because…" Taylor sighed as the first period bell rang, picking up her Nightmare Before Christmas shoulder bag. "You suck too much for me to comment it. You haven't commented mine in like a month." She turned to go.

"But I put you in my top 8!" he protested, running after her. "You're number 2!"