Henley kept Zoe and Dog after class one day a couple of weeks later. Beck had skipped again, but Lindsay and Jazz were there to make it all worse than it had to be. They lingered after Mrs. Henley stepped out to fetch something from the office. They circled Dog’s desk, howling quietly. “Ugh, smells like wet dog.” Lindsay scrunched up her nose. “Watch yourself, Zoe, you get any closer and you’ll start reeking of it too. I think Dog should move her pimply ass.” Dog kept her eyes on Zoe. “Move it!” Lindsay pointed to a desk in the very back corner. Still, Dog stared, waiting for Zoe to prove she wasn’t like the Beckoners. Zoe could only think of Lisa Patterson, her scraped bald head and the words that wouldn’t wash off. “What are you looking at me for?” The words were pointed, but Zoe hoped her tone might soften them a little. “You think Zoe gives a shit what I do to you?” Lindsay leaned over so she was looking straight down at Dog’s dandruffy head. “You think anyone does?”
