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further than that. Hopeful y Gabriel would realize he had no reason to stay.
    I didn’t know it at the time, but he did find a reason. In the brief time that I had known Gabriel he had been control ed by his need for revenge, but what I didn’t realize was that he was a man ruled by his heart, and love and hate are just two sides to the same coin.

Chapter 4
    When Emma came to pick me up for school the next morning, I was running late. It was past midnight when Simon dropped me off at my house the night before. I had fal en asleep the second my head hit the pil ow and forgotten to set my alarm.
    I raced down to the front door in my pajamas to wave Emma inside. She met me up in my bedroom a minute later.
    “Sorry,” I said. “I overslept. I just need a sec to throw some clothes on. I’m already dreading school enough. I real y don’t want to show up in my jammies. The J-team would never let me live that down.”
    I scanned the room for clothes. We had been so busy lately that I was way behind on my laundry. The hamper by the bathroom was spil ing over and my dirty clothes were spreading across the floor like some kind of black and red mold.
    I considered giving my favorite hoodie the sniff test, but changed my mind. Even if it smel ed okay to me, it would stil smel stinky to my werewolf boyfriend. No, dirty clothes were not an option. I made a mental note to do laundry after school and grabbed a white tee with a cartoon rice bal on the front. I pul ed on the one clean black skirt that had been hanging alone in my closet and slid into my knee high boots. I could lace them up in the car.
    “What do you think?” I asked.
    “I don’t know,” Emma said. “What does that weird cartoon mean?”
    “It’s the rice bal from Fruits Basket,” I said. The rice bal cartoon was smiling, had little stick-figure arms and legs and the arms were raised in a cheer. “See she’s cheering because she’s proud to be different. In the Fruits Basket anime, there’s this girl who gets ridiculed as an outsider—the lone rice bal in a fruits basket—and she comes to realize that being a rice bal may not be cool, but it does make her special.”
    “Wel , at least no one at school wil know what it’s from,” Emma said, shrugging.
    “Hey, don’t diss the shirt,” I said, laughing. “It was your ex who bought it for me.”
    Emma looked kind of upset at my Gordy comment.
    Gordy and Emma had dated a few months ago, but things had been a little awkward ever since their breakup. Gordy and I were final y hanging out some again, but Emma always managed to disappear when he came around.
    “Sorry, that came out al wrong,” I said. “I didn’t mean to tease about Gordy. I’d even change the shirt, but it’s the only clean thing I have to wear.”
    I may not have time for a shower, but I was going to make an effort not to smel bad.
    “Okay,” Emma said, running her hand through her messy hair. “Can we just, like, skip the boy talk? We’re already late and we need to get to school.” She looked like she hadn’t showered either. In fact, Emma looked like she had been up al night and was on her way to school in the same clothes from yesterday.
    Ewww.
    Emma never wore wrinkled clothes or had messy hair, but here she was standing in my bedroom wearing a dirty outfit and sporting some serious bed head. Maybe she was stil feeling sick?
    I grabbed my backpack and snuck a look at Emma while I slung the bag over my shoulder. Her eyes were red and puffy and she was holding her car keys so tightly that I thought she might turn them into diamonds. She was total y wound up and it was freaking me out.
    “Feeling any better today?” I asked.
    “Right as rain,” Emma said, fidgeting with the button on her blouse. “Wel , you know, so long as it isn’t, like, acid rain. If I was right as acid rain, then I wouldn’t be alright, right?”
    Woah. Emma was one of the most eloquent people I knew. She never talked in muddled up run-on