As the principal introduced the new boy at Rutherford B. Hayes High School, every female student in Mr. Brown's physics class stared at the Taylor Lautner clone currently standing in the front of the room.
Would you look at him!
Dibs! He is so mine!
Ugh, no way, loser! I want to date him!
There is no way he'd pick either of you!
You are all morons! You can't just claim him like a piece of meat!
You're just jealous because you'd never have a chance with him!
Shut up, Stacy!
You shut up, Michelle!
It was a huge silent conversation, the likes of which hadn't been seen since the school's inception over fifty years ago, and never would be seen again.