“The second day is easier,” I told myself, shifting my backpack and lifting my chin
confidently. I knew where my locker
was. I knew where my classes were. I should be fine.
***
April caught my eye when I reached my locker. I smiled at her. She turned away and whispered to the girl
next to her. I looked from April’s
straight strawberry blonde hair to the black, cascading curls of her
friend. While I watched, the new girl
surveyed me with a stony gaze that was anything but friendly.
Great.
***
“Stubborn girl,” Brant scolded, swinging around in front of me to
study my face. “I’m coming with
you. No getting out of it.” He dropped into step next to me. “There’s something strange going on here, and
I’d like to figure it out.”
***
A flicker of white and then red flickered across her
face. “As you wish,” she said
tersely.
***
***
He strode on without so much as a “beg your pardon.”
“Watch where you’re going, mister,” I shouted after him.
***
Brant stepped forward until he was eye to eye with me. “I don’t want you running off with him
anymore,” he said, flatly. His eyes dared me to
defy him until I felt myself shrinking under them as much as Mason had.
***
He reached for my hand, pulling it out of the pocket and grasping
it firmly. “There’s an ice cream palor
in town,” he said.
“Parlor,” I corrected.***
Wham! A large shoulder
collided into my own, spinning me away from the parlor window. I looked up to see a man in a trench coat
pushing past me. His hat was pulled low
over his ears.
“Hey,” I shouted, more from surprise than anything.He strode on without so much as a “beg your pardon.”
“Watch where you’re going, mister,” I shouted after him.
***
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