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you imagine?”
    “ You' re addicted.”
    “ To what, being social? To enjoying the abundant communication opportunities of life? You of all people should appreciate that. I mean, you're friends with like half the school.” Her phone buzzes and she's right back to it.
    I roll my eyes. “U h, I think that's a bit of an exaggeration. Anyway, what I needed you for is still kind of urgent.” She continues texting, so I grab her arm. “Like now urgent.”
    We convene in the empty choir room. “What's going on, Abby?” Danielle is impatient, probably th inking this isn't as crucial as I'd implied.
    I tell her the whole story, starting with the car ride with Lucas and ending with the image I'd gotten from Jonathan touching me. I tell her about Kelly and the glowing lights, and the river incident. It's like a repeat of my recap to Jonathan. Except for this time he's part of the story.
    Again I exclude my nighttime activities.
    “ What. The. Hell.” Danielle's eyes are huge. “Are you making this up?”
    I sigh. “No.”
    Danielle shakes her head in wonder. “That is the c raziest stuff I have ever heard. And what's up with Kelly and Lucas having the same light?”
    “ So you believe me?”
    Danielle gives me the 'duh' look. “Even if you were having a schizophrenic episode right now, I would still back you up.”
    Relieved, I hug her t ightly for a moment. “Thank God. This is all so messed up.”
    The first bell rings, warning us we only have a few minutes until class starts.
    Danielle clasps her hands together decidedly. “Okay, this is what we're gonna do. I don't trust Lucas. And for now, I don't trust Jon either. So act normal today. Nothing's up. After school we'll meet up at my house and figure out what the hell's going on.”
     
     
    The day is weird but I act as casual as possible. Well, other than completely avoiding Lucas and skipping lunch . I sit in my car instead, trying to read a book, not having a real go of it. I keep an eye out for any parking lot approachers, but it's dead out here. We have a closed campus lunch and it's chilly outside.
    Of course, as soon as I don't look up for five m inutes there's a knock at my window. Mother eff. I was hoping to avoid any conversation right now, feeling overwhelmed by the weirdness of everything going on. And as soon as I look up to see who it is I wish I hadn't.
    Clearing my throat, I roll down the window. “Lucas.”
    “ Hey, I was hoping we could talk.” Just adding to his freak ways, he's wearing a short sleeved shirt. It's like 40 degrees.
    “ Yeah, um, I'm pretty busy here.” I gesture at my book.
    He nods seriously. “I can see that. But this is important. ”
    I roll the window back up, debating. Then I sigh and hit the unlock button. Guess I'll see what he has to say.
    He walks around and gets in.
    “ So, what do you want. Here to explain your stalker ways?” I frown and fold my arms.
    “ Well, more like here to apo logize.” He looks straight at me, forcing my gaze with his own. Damn his good looks – and that familiarity... “I'm sorry for scaring you.”
    We stare. Magnetic. Awkward. Well, a little hot, too.
    I raise an eyebrow after a moment, breaking the trance. “That's it?”
    “ For now.” And then he opens the car door and leaves.
     
     
     
    When Danielle and I meet up after school, I tell her about seeing Lucas.
    “ That's bizarre,” she comments, dropping her bag on the floor in her room. “But I told you not to act weird today. If you hadn't skipped lunch...”
    “ I just didn't want to see Jonathan.” I sit on the plush rug in front of her long, oval mirror. That would've made for a weird lunch. Hey Jonathan – oh, I mean angel who rescued me from certain death. Ah-huh.
    She checks her ref lection in the same mirror and then plops onto her bed. “It's understandable. But I'll tell you what, he wasn't acting weird at all. Which maybe doesn't mean anything.” She pulls a nail file out of nowhere and begins to