by C. D. Payne
6:25 p.m. As I was taking the garbage out to the alley I ran into Redwood High’s most celebrated gridiron mediocrity, Bruno Modjaleski, who dropped his garbage can with a deafening clang while studying Carlotta’s chest.
“’Lo, Carly,” he leered. “You’re lookin’ good, babe. Was that the cops I just saw at your house?”
“Uh-huh, Bruno. I was forced to call them. Some nosey neighbor is always spying on me!”
8:45 p.m. Enough studying for now. I don’t see why physics is so obsessed with the hydrogen atom. Seems to me it properly falls under the jurisdiction of the chemistry department.
I’ve taken the precaution of deleting all traces of the ill-fated “Geezer” program from my computer. All I can figure is Dad must have carried an infected floppy to his computer at work. The guy should stick to typewriters.
It suddenly occurred to me that Dad and Vijay’s father are employed by the same company. I don’t see how they could have avoided having some contact with each other. Do you suppose they ever figured out that that familiar-looking co-worker was the guy they once met in Dad’s muddy driveway for hand-to-hand combat?
No call from Apurva and Trent. I wonder how they’re getting on in Dixie? I’d pay a sizeable sum to be a fly on the wall of their motel room tonight. Come to think of it, maybe Sheeni’s right. Perhaps I am a demented voyeuristic pervert.
Confession time: I’m not planning on moving or hiring a chauffeur. I expect when all the recriminations die down, Trent and Apurva will go live with his parents. God knows, I don’t want them hanging around here with Sheeni and me. They may have a special reason to sponge off Mom and Dad. Before we left for the airport, thoughtful Carlotta slipped Trent one dozen condoms—all of which I had punctured with a small pin. Not very nice, I admit, but their genes will thank me, and I need some insurance against a parental-imposed annulment.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 1993, 1995 by C. D. Payne
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Payne, C. D. (C. Douglas), 1949–Youth in revolt : the journals of Nick Twisp / C. D. Payne.
p. cm.
Contents: Youth in revolt—Youth in bondage—Youth in exile.
I. Title.
[PS3566.A9358Y68 1995]
813′.54—dc20 94-39709
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eISBN: 978-0-307-71580-7
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