Meanwhile Tiffany was in the library.
She was actually hiding. Steve Farber had been asking her to join him in a closet...He didn't care that she'd told him she wasn't that kind of girl...well, not anymore.
She spotted Steve entering the library. She never thought he'd think to look for her here. She looped around the shelves and made it out the door while he was on the other side of the room.
She made a beeline for Miss Fine's office. She wasn't there yet, so she hid inside until she arrived.
"Tiffany?" the older woman said. "What's wrong?" she looked concerned as she entered.
"It's Steve Farber...and others. They keep trying to get me to...fool around with them. I keep saying I'm not that kind of girl..." she said, crying. "But they don't listen. I wish they would just leave me alone."
