“That’s been done.”
“How about a clay model of a Neandertal guy dragging his girl by the hair?”
“It’s Neanderthal, and that business about dragging women by the hair is nothing but a myth.”
“All right,” she said. “DNA. What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t want you to do anything. Just stay out of my way.”
“Mr. Flanders said we have to work together on the project. I don’t like us being paired any more than you do, but I don’t want to flunk science.”
“Just go hang out with your boyfriend and leave me alone.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What about Crammer?” I asked.
She scoffed. “Crammer? The fat-headed jock? I can’t stand him.”
“Why do you spend so much time with him?”
“Are you spying on me?” Ember asked.
The bell rang for the next class.
“You’re a complete i***t,” I said. “Yo
