"Petzeiros .," the girl from your English class clarified.
"I don't know what Rex would want with them though," she added.
The crowd parted for Rex without hesitation, and when he reached you everyone went silent. Rex had that effect on people. He had strong facial features and eyes that were bright with laughter one minute and sharp with vindictive contempt the next.
Rex brushed his brown curls out of his face. All the better to glare at you unobstructed. He seemed to glow in the campfire, the white of his letterman jacket catching the light of the flames.
You knew immediately what he was angry about. It was something you had done earlier that night.