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wherever I was, and it was starting to freak me out. There was something more that he wanted. People didn't just come up and start talking to me. They had to have a reason. And there was no way it was about three wishes. Genies didn’t exist.
    "Hey," he said.
    My stomach clenched. I took a deep breath to calm myself.
    "Kendall," he whispered.
    I refused to turn and look at him, so I tried to focus on the teacher's lecture. I ended up watching a fly zoom around the room instead. Anything that would distract me from the annoying, hot guy sitting behind me. I tried not to picture his face as I ignored him.
    "I know you can hear me."
    His breath tickled the back of my neck, and I shivered. He smelled good. Like an outdoorsy, before-it-rains smell. A mixture of grass and dirt, dew and sunlight.
    "Listen to me for a second?" he asked. "Please. I just need five minutes and then you can either believe me or tell me to leave you alone."
    I turned around and glared at him. "Leave me alone."
    "Not until you hear me out," he said.
    I shook my head. "No way. No more crazy talk about wishes." I put my face in my hands. "This can't be happening."
    "I'm right here, so obviously it is."
    I frowned and turned back around. "Are you always this annoying?"
    He leaned back, put his arms behind his head and smiled.
    "Kendall?"
    I looked over at the seat next to me, surprised to see Tessa staring at me, one eyebrow raised in confusion.
    "What?" I asked. I hadn't talked to her at school, and had been avoiding her calls all weekend.
    "Who are you talking to?"
    I turned around, pointing to the now empty seat behind me.
    "Where did he go?" My eyes searched the room, not seeing any trace of my new friend. Or stalker.
    "Where did who go?" she asked.
    "The guy sitting behind me. He couldn’t have just disappeared."
    She chewed on her bottom lip and glanced around the room. "No one was sitting behind you." She paused. "You okay?"
    What in the world was going on?
    "Yeah," I said. I turned my attention back to the teacher. "I'm fine."
    "Kendall?"
    I let out the breath I was holding. "What, Tessa?"
    "Are you still mad at me?"
    "What do you think?" I snapped.
    She turned back toward the front of the classroom. Her dark hair fell over her shoulder, creating a curtain between us.
    What did she expect me to do? Forget about what she’d said after the game? If she wasn't comfortable being friends with me because I was "different" now, then I'd make it easy for her.
    ***
    With Ellie at drill team practice and Mom working, I returned to an empty house after school. Again. I was used to Ellie not being there, but Mom spent more and more time at the hospital since the accident. I felt like I didn't even know her anymore.
    Grabbing an apple out of the fridge, I headed up to my room. I set it on my desk while I changed into some boxer shorts and a t-shirt, sick of my turtleneck and jeans. It was nice being able to be myself at home. I didn't have to worry as much about covering up my scar.
    I pulled a pair of socks out of my dresser, smiling at how well they matched my outfit. No one had as many cute socks as I did. I didn't own one pair of plain white socks, and I was proud of it. It was my one quirk no one really knew about.
    Comfortable, I threw my clothes in the growing pile gathering on the floor. I glanced in the mirror, my eyes going straight to my scar. I touched my face, tracing the angry red line down my cheek until I reached my neck. At a twinge of pain, I let my hand drop.
    I sat down on my bed, noticing mascara spots on my pillowcase. Probably from crying myself to sleep so many nights. I reached down for my tennis shoes and slipped them on, not bothering to tie the laces. I picked up my apple and bit into it, enjoying the crisp, juicy taste.
    A crash near the window made me jump. I spun around and toppled off my bed.
    There, next to the window, was the guy.
    The same guy who had followed me around all day.
    He was in my room, picking up a bunch of CDs now