He Shook His Head In Mock Sympathy.

Maybe You Don't Need Beauty Sleep, But Some Of Us Aren't So Lucky.

I Just Told You To Be Quiet. That's One Step Away From Asking You To Wash My Laundry And Make Me A Sandwich.

Stick." I Said In Russian. I Had No Clue What The Word For Stake Was. I Pointed At The Silver Ring I Wore And Made A Slashing Motion. "stick. Where?" He Stared At Me In Utter Confusion And Then Asked In Perfect English, "why Are You Talking Like That?

I Look Him In The Eye. "i Will Always Love You.

Right," I Scoffed, "alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian Nodded Solemnly. "a Very Old And Prestigious Society." "i've Never Heard Of Them," Said The Girl Who'd Claimed The First Shirt. "they Don't Let Many People In," He Said. In White Paint, He Wrote His Fake Fraternity's Initials: Aye. "isn't That What Pirates Say?" Asked One Of The Girls. "well, The Alpha Yams Have Nautical Origins," He Explained. To My Horror He Began Painting A Pirate Skeleton Riding A Motorcycle. "oh, No," I Groaned. "not The Tattoo." "it's Our Logo," He Said.