Bonita agreed, though she'd never particularly felt one way or the other about it in the past and wasn't sure if she'd ever seen the program, only that she was suddenly all about the way Carlton danced. "I enjoy the way Carlton dances," Theo said. Over tacos, Theo and Bonita discussed this and that, the things that kids are all nutty about. Maybe she didn't realize it before, or maybe she just needed a strong man in her life to tell her exactly how she felt, but now all she could think about was eating whatever Theo told her to eat. "No, I'm sure you're hungry," snarled Theo. I don't feel like mentioning that my stomach is already full, Bonita thought. "I was about to go to lunch," Theo whispered, his pointed dragon teeth looking like a bunch of finely sharpened dongs. "I am," Bonita said, registering neither shock nor joy at the realization that Theo knew her name. A warming chill sent sweaty shivers up Bonita's spine. His eyes, the color of coals (black), seemed to be staring directly into Bonita's soul. He sounded the way that drives girls crazy, like an American Idol or an iPod or whatever. "You must be Bonita," Theo said, his voice low and warm, and with just a hint of mischief. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but probably wasn't, Theo approached her, his horns pointing out like dongs atop his head, and his dong, confident and powerful, protruding from his dong-region like a massive horn.
She sat there emotionlessly, drool trickling down her chin, watching Theo for a little while longer. She still couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly it was that separated Theo from the other boys, even as she sat watching him blast fire from his gaping mouth. While Bonita's friend walked off in a direction, Bonita continued to watch the mysterious and mysterious Theo. See you in class." She's not in the book anymore. "Keep dreaming, Bonnie," Bonita's friend said. And I am not flipping back to check, so you can just forget it. "Why is he at our school if he doesn't live in this town?" and "How old must he be if he already had a motorcycle license three years ago, when we were all 12?" Unfortunately, Bonita's parents really only existed so they could disapprove of her young love, and I can't even totally remember if she had both parents or if one of them died at some point.
He lives just outside of town in Dragon Hills." If Bonita had responsible parents, they'd have taught her to ask questions like
He only disappeared once, three years ago, when he drove across country on his motorcycle.
No one knows much about him, but he's been around forever. "Who, you mean Theo?" Bonita's friend-person smiled off in the direction of Theo, chewing gum or twirling her hair or something. Mysterious, and so different from the other boys." In the distance, Theo snarled and swung his tail a few times, inadvertently sweeping the legs of a passing student.
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