“Yeah, grounded.”
He laughs really loud for a long time.
“Hanging up now.”
“So much for the typical reaction.”
“Yes. It’s so funny. Bye.” I hang up and then stare at my phone for a few minutes before going into Recent Calls. I find the last number listed under Received and enter it into my contacts with his name. I feel a slight thrill. Girls would kill to have Duke’s cell phone number, and I just got it without even asking. He had actually searched mine out. I’m beyond flattered. But then I remind myself that Duke and I are incompatible. He loves to be the center of attention. I hate it. He is the king of the school. I do not want to be the queen.
I sit in my car longer than normal the next morning, waiting for Laila. Since I lost my phone privileges, she has no idea I’m grounded. The clock on my dash tells me I have five minutes to get to class. Did I really expect her to be on time? I get out of my car.
“So when does phase two commence?” Duke asks, catching up to me in the hall.
“Phase two?”
“Sneaking out from your prison sentence and hanging with the bad boy.”
“You know, I’m actually a good girl. For the most part I do what I’m told.” I’m not necessarily happy about it, but I do it.
“Only because you’ve been forced to live with a lie detector. Your dad is gone now. Time to hone your skills.”
My dad is gone now. I haven’t gotten used to that thought. “Wow, you really are trying to fulfill the role of the guy who’s not good for me.”
“Yes, it needs to be authentic, right?”
I stop in the middle of the hall. It’s time to end this. He takes two more steps before he notices, then turns. “What?”
“Duke, I can’t do this.”
He bites his lip. “Really?”
My heart flutters a little, seeming to disagree with my statement. I scold it for its betrayal.
“This isn’t a marriage proposal, Addie. Just a date. We don’t even have to call it a date.”
I have obviously hesitated for way too long because he grabs my hand and leads me toward class. I sigh and pick up my speed. “Duke, I’m grounded.” We round a row of lockers, and I’m forced to stop in shock. His hold on my hand jerks it forward once before he stops as well.
“What’s that?” I ask. In front of us, where the library used to be, is now just the blue sky and floating red letters that spell out: “Give him a chance.”
“So, what do you say, Addie?” he asks, turning to face me completely, the letters at his back. “Will you give me a chance?”
“Make them stop.” I look around, searching for the Perceptive who’s creating the illusion, but it could be anybody. It’s not like we wear name tags announcing our abilities. People are piling up where the door of the building should be, looking for a way in. My face is getting hotter by the second. “Duke, seriously don’t. Tell whoever is doing that to stop.”
He’s holding my hand with both of his now and he has his standard charming face on. “Say you’ll go out with me.”
I look back at the floating letters. The bell rings, and I jump. “Fine.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really. Now have the building put back.”
He points to someone over my shoulder and gives the thumbs-up sign. Slowly, the letters fade and the red bricks of the library come into view. It takes my face a little longer to return to normal temperature.
He squeezes my hand, then lets go. “I’ll pick you up on the corner of your street Friday at ten.”
“Don’t you have a game Friday?”
“Yes, but it’s a home game. I’ll be done by ten. And I’m always in a good mood after we win.”
“And if you lose?”
“I don’t lose.” He smiles. “Okay, I’m going to disappear until Friday so you can’t change your mind.”
I rub my arms as I watch him retreat. So much for my resolve.
CHAPTER 12
ab-NOR-Mal: adj. out of the ordinary, like zombies and certain creepy boys
Trevor opens the passenger-side door for me and I climb in. When he’s in his own seat, pulling away from the curb, I say, “Sorry, my dad is kind of overprotective.” My dad just treated Trevor like he was the main suspect in a crime investigation, and I know he used his ability.
“No big deal. He’s never met me.”
“Yeah, I tried to tell him there’d be a bunch of people he’s never met before, but that didn’t seem to make a difference.”
He smiles. “I don’t understand why.”
“I know, right?”
“He has an intense stare.”
“He’s really good at telling if someone’s lying or not.”
“Oh yeah?”
It’s the first time since I’ve been here that I wish I could tell someone about the psychologically advanced. “Freakishly good.”
“I’m glad I passed the test.”
He not only passed but even got my dad to smile and give me the I’m-impressed eyebrow raise. “Me too.” I glance at my cell phone again.
He nods toward my phone. “You waiting for a phone call?”
Trevor sighs. “Give it a rest, Rowan. It’s over. Come on, let’s get our seats.”
As we walk, Rowan still between Trevor and me, he says, “Just hear me out. His name is Neal Summers. He blew out his knee at the beginning of this season.”
“Rowan, it’s football; people get hurt. Lots of people. There’s no connection.”
I have no idea what Rowan is referring to, and it doesn’t seem like Trevor feels like explaining—not even after I give him the yes-I’m-curious head tilt. So I just work on maintaining a comfortable distance between Rowan and me. Despite my efforts, he still manages to brush against my shoulder several times.
The boys pause at the door, and as I look over my shoulder at them, confused, I remember why, too late. My face meets the glass with a thud. “Ouch.” I step back, rubbing my cheek. This place is so confusing. Why are some of their doors automatic and some not?