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details.” That color green really looks terrible on her; I hope she doesn’t wear that on Saturday.
     I tried not to narrow my eyes on her after I heard her bitchy afterthought.
     “So what are you going to wear tomorrow?”
     I bit my tongue. “Not sure,” I said, “maybe that dark blue dress I have.” She nodded.
     Well, that doesn’t look great on her but it’s a step in the right direction .
     “Hey, Ivy, do you have that Math homework that we got on Wednesday figured out?” Tiana asked me.
     “Yeah, mine’s all done.”
     “You mind helping me out with some of it one day this weekend? I’m stuck on number seven.”
     “Yeah, no problem.”
     She smiled grateful, but then I saw her look off into the distance. She suddenly had a distracted expression on her face, her mouth falling into a slight frown, her eyes deep and sad. Christy didn’t notice, but I followed her gaze to the other side of the courtyard. At first I wasn’t sure what she was looking at. Then I heard her.
     Smug asshole , she thought, and I saw him.
     Brant was leaning up against a tree.
     Damn him for being so sexy.
     An arrogant smile graced his face and there was a thin brunette standing beside him. The girl, most likely a sophomore, swooned over him as he brushed a stray hair out of her face. I looked back to Ti and she glanced away.
     “Well, I’m outta here,” Christy said, “Student council meeting. I’ll see you guys later.” Both Tiana and I said goodbye and then she was off.
     I turned back to Ti and caught her glancing at Brant across the yard again.
     “You alright?” I asked her and watched her eyes jerk to meet mine.
     She blushed as if she’d been caught watching some racy movie and not just innocently staring at a boy across the yard. She looked at me then glanced back at Brant once more.
     “Yeah, I just… It’s not like I expected anything with us to turn into a relationship. I guess I’m just thrown by how… nice he was that night. He was a real talker, you know. And then after Nicolette’s party it’s like I don’t even exist.”
     “He’s just a player Ti, just forget about him.”
     She sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.”
     
E ven though I could see through to the fact that I was truly hearing voices, doubt still remained like a thin fog clouding my conclusion. I wasn’t completely convinced yet that I wasn’t losing my mind. I had heard enough that I wanted to believe that what was happening to me really was some kind of mindreading or telepathy, but it was what happened in Psychology that day that persuaded me.
     Mrs. Rochester had already written notes on the board when I walked in. Parapsychology was scrawled in blue marker; below it were instructions for an activity. I sat down in my seat and noticed that for the second day in a row Brant was in class and on time. I thought about Tiana’s face at lunch and the disdain that she held for him. I didn’t even really know him, but thinking about how he’d hurt her feelings made me want to hate him.
     “Alright everybody,” Mrs. Rochester said gaining our attention, “Since it’s Friday, I thought we’d do something a little more fun. Now next week we’re going to be diving back into Freud so study up this weekend. For right now, though, I want everyone to partner up with the person next to them. We’re going to look at a particular experiment often seen in Parapsychology and I think once we’re done you’ll all understand why this is a pseudoscience.”
     I looked to both sides of me to pick my partner. On my left was Timothy Nelson. He was currently sniffling. He looked like he had a cold and was cleaning his glasses with the end of his shirt; not an ideal choice. On the other side of me sat Brant Everett. I turned my desk toward Timothy. He seemed surprised, but said