feel that good. So when Friday rolled around, I was ready for the week to be over.
“I’ll call you tonight,” Seth said, leaning over my shoulder as I emptied my locker into my backpack before last period.
“You can’t. I’m still under house arrest.” I wondered uneasily why Seth would want to call me.
“House arrest? What is that? Your parents are too all over you!”
I agreed with Seth, even though I knew how strict his father was. Seth forgot we shared the locker room, and I had seen the belt marks across his legs and back. I figured a while ago that probably Seth had inherited his temper from his father. My father had never used anything more than his hand on my backside, and he hadn’t done that in years.
But I explained , “It’s what my parents call taking away my phone and computer and everything else. They got really pissed off when Perkins called. I’m going to be cleaning the garage all weekend.”
“That sucks . ” Seth thought for a minute. “Can you talk Sunday night?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Why? What’s the big deal?”
“Plans,” Seth said smiling. “We think we know who told on us.”
My stomach did a flip. “I thought that was all over.”
“Oh, no. It’s not over. I’m just starting to play.” Seth gave me an all knowing smile and motioned for me to turn around and look over my shoulder. “There’s our target,” he said, his eyes hardening.
Kate DuP rey stood at her locker arranging her books.
“ Chrissy heard from someone it was Kate who told. Kate DuPrey .” Seth put his hand on my shoulder. “This is going to be fun,” he said, his eyes predatory.
“No way it was her,” I said. “She doesn’t talk.”
“She did this time,” Seth whispered, still glaring.
“Are you coming to Science or not?” Mrs. Mason asked. “I’m shutting my door.”
“He’s in!” Seth pushed me towards her. “See you later!”
I took my seat, and while Mrs. Mason called roll and went into detail about our next project, I thought about what Seth said.
Kate had been in at least one of my classes for the past five years, yet I barely knew her last name. She was the quiet, shy one who never said anything, and when she did , her voice was so soft and so unsure it was hard to hear her from across the room. Her hair, more white than blonde, and her eyes only moving to dart quickly away helped her fade into the back wall she preferred to sit next to. She was one of those people who always seemed to be in school, always had her homework, and always passed the class but mostly took up space. She was a ghost girl—there but not there. Kate hardly seemed like a person who would snitch.
And she certainly didn’t seem like a person who could stand up to Seth’s anger.
Suddenly the class was up and moving. I had no idea what was going on, because I hadn’t heard a thing Mrs. Mason had said.
“Hey, I don’t like it either,” a voice said. “But we may as well make the best of it ‘cause it is what it is.”
I looked up. The green eyes I had been thinking about way too often these days looked back at me.
“We’re partners. For the project.” Liz’s green eyes rolled, accentuated by a spray of fine freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks . I’m a sucker for freckles like that on girls. “Do you even know what I’m talking about?”
I straightened up in my chair and did some quick thinking so I didn’t look totally lame. “We’re partners,” I repeated. “For the project.”
“And we have to watch the special this weekend. Do you have cable or satellite?”
“Satellite.”
“Then we watch it at your house. I’ll need your address and phone number.” She scribbled something down on her notebook and tore out the paper. “ Here’s mine.”
I scribbled down my info and watched her load it on her phone, not believing how easily I had gotten her phone number. My luck wasn’t usually that good.
“When is the special on again?”
“You really
“I’ll call you tonight,” Seth said, leaning over my shoulder as I emptied my locker into my backpack before last period.
“You can’t. I’m still under house arrest.” I wondered uneasily why Seth would want to call me.
“House arrest? What is that? Your parents are too all over you!”
I agreed with Seth, even though I knew how strict his father was. Seth forgot we shared the locker room, and I had seen the belt marks across his legs and back. I figured a while ago that probably Seth had inherited his temper from his father. My father had never used anything more than his hand on my backside, and he hadn’t done that in years.
But I explained , “It’s what my parents call taking away my phone and computer and everything else. They got really pissed off when Perkins called. I’m going to be cleaning the garage all weekend.”
“That sucks . ” Seth thought for a minute. “Can you talk Sunday night?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Why? What’s the big deal?”
“Plans,” Seth said smiling. “We think we know who told on us.”
My stomach did a flip. “I thought that was all over.”
“Oh, no. It’s not over. I’m just starting to play.” Seth gave me an all knowing smile and motioned for me to turn around and look over my shoulder. “There’s our target,” he said, his eyes hardening.
Kate DuP rey stood at her locker arranging her books.
“ Chrissy heard from someone it was Kate who told. Kate DuPrey .” Seth put his hand on my shoulder. “This is going to be fun,” he said, his eyes predatory.
“No way it was her,” I said. “She doesn’t talk.”
“She did this time,” Seth whispered, still glaring.
“Are you coming to Science or not?” Mrs. Mason asked. “I’m shutting my door.”
“He’s in!” Seth pushed me towards her. “See you later!”
I took my seat, and while Mrs. Mason called roll and went into detail about our next project, I thought about what Seth said.
Kate had been in at least one of my classes for the past five years, yet I barely knew her last name. She was the quiet, shy one who never said anything, and when she did , her voice was so soft and so unsure it was hard to hear her from across the room. Her hair, more white than blonde, and her eyes only moving to dart quickly away helped her fade into the back wall she preferred to sit next to. She was one of those people who always seemed to be in school, always had her homework, and always passed the class but mostly took up space. She was a ghost girl—there but not there. Kate hardly seemed like a person who would snitch.
And she certainly didn’t seem like a person who could stand up to Seth’s anger.
Suddenly the class was up and moving. I had no idea what was going on, because I hadn’t heard a thing Mrs. Mason had said.
“Hey, I don’t like it either,” a voice said. “But we may as well make the best of it ‘cause it is what it is.”
I looked up. The green eyes I had been thinking about way too often these days looked back at me.
“We’re partners. For the project.” Liz’s green eyes rolled, accentuated by a spray of fine freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks . I’m a sucker for freckles like that on girls. “Do you even know what I’m talking about?”
I straightened up in my chair and did some quick thinking so I didn’t look totally lame. “We’re partners,” I repeated. “For the project.”
“And we have to watch the special this weekend. Do you have cable or satellite?”
“Satellite.”
“Then we watch it at your house. I’ll need your address and phone number.” She scribbled something down on her notebook and tore out the paper. “ Here’s mine.”
I scribbled down my info and watched her load it on her phone, not believing how easily I had gotten her phone number. My luck wasn’t usually that good.
“When is the special on again?”
“You really
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