"With that, I follow my little chem partner out of the room and down the hall. "Stop following me," she snaps, looking over her shoulder to check how many people are watching us walk down the hall together. As if I'm himself. "Wear long sleeves on Saturday night," I tell her, knowing full well she's reaching the end of her sanity rope. I usually don't try to get under the skin of white chicks, but this one is fun to rattle. This one, the most popular and coveted one of all, actually cares. "It gets pretty cold on the back of my motorcycle."