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dressed in what one could only call trendy to the point of begging for attention. Anything else would fetch the fashion police or may otherwise tarnish their prestige. I think I may vomit now.
    The leader of the group appears more confident, distinguishing herself from the other two girls, flaunting her double-slutting attire, a term I picked up from Niki. Apparently, it means to expose two sexy areas, like your chest and legs at the same time. “Dear God, kill me now,” I say under my breath.
    My first impression is that they have never seen a library before, much less a book, and stopped here only to get directions to the nearest mall. As judgmental as that sounds, I quickly try to erase any negative impression I had and offer a friendly gesture of hospitality.
    “Hi, I’m Arena, and this is my brother, Gabe,” I say in a friendly manner. I spoke for Gabe’s sake, because I know he’s shy around girls, especially attractive ones. Before I’m able to welcome them to join us, I get a crooked snarl from the leader followed by eye rolls from her entourage. I take it my generosity has gone unnoticed.
    They walk past me as if I don’t exist, and stand next to Gabe by the computer consoles. “Hi, sweetie, you mind if we just slip by here and use this computer?” the leader seductively says to Gabe. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gabe’s jawbone retract that far. His catatonic state is almost unbecoming, as his eyes are strenuously transfixed on her ridiculously exposed cleavage.
    I do believe if this girl wasn’t such an attention-seeking slut, any other girl would have slapped Gabe’s eyes from his sockets already. “Sure,” Gabe spits out.
    “He’s cute in a nerdy kind of way,” one of the girls says, as the other girl shares her sentiment with an agreeable nod. Gabe may have the attributes of a geek, but he’s still an attractive-looking guy, even if he is my brother. It’s only fitting for these half-witted snobs to use the library for social networking instead of its original intention.
    “Come on, Gabe, it’s getting late, we better go,” I say, trying to avoid eye contact with the girls.
    “Now, I don’t think that’s your decision. Gabe can think for himself,” chimes in the leader firmly.
    Okay, now I’m just pissed. I have the ability to crack this bitch’s neck in half if I truly wanted to, but I’m really working hard at turning the other cheek like Gabe has taught me.
    I turn to Gabe and speak in Russian. He knows I’m mad if I’m speaking in another language, and Russian isn’t exactly a dialectal tongue I use to express kind words with. “If you don’t get up now and leave with me, I’m going to put my foot up that girl’s ass and use it for a slipper,” I coarsely say.
    Gabe immediately gets up from the chair, nearly falling over, and apologizes to the girls. “I’m sorry; you’ll have to forgive us. It’s been a long day, and we really have to get back home.”
    The leader smiles at Gabe and turns to me with a scowled brow, giving me a half-cocked smile of disapproval. Oh, how I want to slap those waxed brows off her face. I pick up my book and walk over to Gabe, but I just can’t help myself as I lean closer and hover over the computer screen. “Aw, interesting,” I say with a surprised look on my face.
    “What?” the girls say with revulsion.
    “Gabe, they do have opposable thumbs, I was beginning to wonder,” I say, trying hard not to crack a smile. I gesture with my head to Gabe that it’s time to leave.
    As we walk downstairs to the lobby, I suddenly realize that we will be going to the same high school as these presumptuous imbeciles. What have I just done?
    “Well, I hope you’re happy now, because you get to endure the discomfort of those girls at school all year. I think you really gave them a great first impression,” Gabe says sarcastically.
    “Yeah, well you didn’t seem to make it any easier with your gawking. Oh, and by the way, girls don’t