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of supernatural Settler weirdness going down at Carol High?
     
    The thought made my heart race. Returning Settler powers ruining my first date with Josh was bad enough, but what if some kind of zombie crap was going down at my school? There were only two weeks until homecoming, and the football field was a highly necessary part of the festivities.
     
    My mind was suddenly awash with high anxiety. What if I never got to see Josh play his senior homecoming game? What if the homecoming court never got to parade down the freshly mown grass? What if, heaven forbid, they canceled the dance because the football field was all messed up from grass-eating zombies or something and with no game the powers that be figured there shouldn’t be a dance and I would never get to slow dance with Josh wearing my new nearly-too-sexy-for-Mom-to-let-me-buy-it dress?
     
    Gah! One heart shouldn’t have to bear this much stress in one night! “Ethan, wait,” I said, running after him. He didn’t turn back, but he did slow down enough for me to catch up. “What’s going on at the football field? Is it Settler stuff?”
     
    “It’s none-of-your-business stuff,” he said, speeding up a bit. “Nice shirt, by the way. Does your mom know her fourteen-year-old is looking for a sugar daddy?”
     
    “I’m fifteen, nearly sixteen,” I said, refusing to cross my arms. “And it’s a joke, obviously. Like a play on the Sugar Daddy candy so obviously shown below the words?” He laughed, a smug little sound I knew meant I was being laughed at , not with . “Anyway, that’s not the point. If my powers are returning, then it is my business if something’s going on at CHS. It’s my school. I have the right to—”
     
    “The only thing you have the right to do is head home and get to work making up for lost time.” We were at his car by then, and he had the nerve to turn around and pat me on the head before he opened his door. Patting! On the head! Like I was a freaking dog or something.
     
    I guess my opinion of the pat must have shown on my face because the jerk laughed, the smile on his face by far the most gorgeous smile I’d ever seen on anyone. “See you later, Schmeg,” he said before sliding into his car.
     
    “Don’t call me Schmeg!” I yelled after him as he drove away, my heart beating as fast as it had been when I’d arrived at Mount Hope but for reasons much more mystifying than having a dead person’s arm in a garbage bag.
     

CHAPTER 3
     
    My entire day Sunday was spent cramming on first- and second-stage Settler material and helping Mom glue together the crushed bits and pieces of her Lladró collection. Not only was there no time to sneak away to the football field to investigate, I didn’t even get a chance to call Jess until so late Sunday night that her wicked stepmother wouldn’t let her come to the phone.
     
    Actually, Jess’s step isn’t that wicked, but she gets pissy if I call after nine because she’s afraid it might wake up James, Jess’s terror of a three-year-old half brother.
     
    Without the chance to calm my fevered brain with some quality phone time, I had a heck of a time getting to sleep. All night long, my mind raced, struggling to find a way to reverse my newly revamped powers. The only possibility I managed to come up with involved jumping headfirst off the balcony of the school lunchroom and praying for another bout of partial amnesia and power short-circuiting. Since jumping could also result in a broken neck, paralysis, or death—all of which would ruin my chances of going to homecoming with Josh—I didn’t consider it really much of a possibility.
     
    I had nada and was starting to feel my inescapable future pressing in all around me.
     
    The only thing I felt at all in control of was ensuring that I reconnected with Josh and made certain he continued to see me as a homecoming-date-worthy chick. Therefore, I was up at five Monday morning, straightening my hair and applying