Lydia part 3 final
And Stacy Applebaum, one of the Evil Three, was just standing there, laughing her peroxide-cropped airhead off.
'You're such a loser, Dugan,' Stacy giggled.
Debbie's eyes began to fill with tears.
A car pulled up and a 17 year-old stepped out. He was wearing a football jersey with his name stiched across it (so he wouldn't forget it): ROB.
'Hey, sis,' he said to Stacy. 'What's going on?'
'Just picking on a seventh grade loser,' she replied. Rob glanced over at Debbie, who was sitting on the sidewalk and crying. He nodded. 'Yeah, well, do you want a ride home? I've
got to get a bite to eat before I go over to Maggie's.'
'For another bite to ea