He rolled his eyes but blushed when he was set in her lap, "Look, I'm not some child, ok? I'm short, not stupid.... Anyway, it was Derek. You know, Derek Fencher, quarterback for the football team. He's a real bastard. Least he'll graduate this year so I won't have to put up with him for a second year. Last year I lost track of how many times I got canned, lockered, or hung up on coat hangers. School won't lift a finger 'cause he's their prized football player."