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dipped the giant brush in the bronzer, then swished it over her cheekbones, nose and forehead. After rummaging through the box, I found the right shadow. “Close your eyes.”
    Maya obeyed. “What do you think of Zack?”
    “He seems like a bit of a jerk.” Which was why I loathed the way my stomach fluttered at the mere mention of his name. I concentrated on getting the mascara on thick enough without clumping.
    “Then he’s just your type.” Maya chuckled. A few seconds went by before she noticed me staring at her. “What?”
    “You think Daniel’s a jerk?”
    “Me and everyone else.” She held out her hand. “Give me the mirror, so I can see what you’ve done.”
    I passed it to her. “If that’s true, how can he be the most popular guy in school?”
    “It’s an illusion. When you’re king of Verdugo Hills Academy, everyone’s afraid to cross you.”
    “He used to be so sweet,” I mumbled, peeking over the mirror.
    “They’re all nice in the beginning,” Maya said as she examined her eyeliner.
    “Sometimes they stay that way,” I said, thinking how much my parents adored each other, even after nearly twenty years together. “But you’ll never have that if you don’t put yourself out there.” I waited a beat, but she didn’t comment. “So, what do you think?”
    “Interesting.” She turned her face from side-to-side, examining my work from every angle. “The eyeliner’s thicker than I usually do, but you balanced it with the clear lip gloss. I look nice.”
    “You look phenomenal .” I mentally patted myself on the back for impressing Maya, my makeup guru. “Hey, what if you flirted with Trevor? You know, be receptive?”
    She blinked. “I’m not receptive?”
    “You’re the queen of casual. We hung out for weeks before I stopped wondering if you liked me . He probably has no clue.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah.” I chuckled. “Just flash him a smile. You don’t even have to use words.”
    Maya frowned as she processed that. I almost grinned at my matchmaking attempt, then remembered my own disastrous love life. 

 
CHAPTER FIVE
    While my parents went out for their run Sunday evening, I cleaned and organized my room. With arms full of dirty clothes, I shot out of the hallway and nearly crashed into the wall. I leaned an elbow against the doorjamb for balance as the world shifted around me, blurred for an instant, then sharpened.
    What the hell?
    I proceeded with caution, moving slower to keep track of the hallway in relation to myself. Taking the stairs went smoothly enough, but as I took a step through the doorway of the laundry room, tingles of energy snaked through my stomach, chest and limbs. When the heel of my foot landed on a nearly invisible puddle of water, I overcompensated by pulling back. My other foot skidded across the floor and I hydroplaned. My free hand shot out to break the fall and the fleshy part of my thumb caught on a loose screw in the threshold. Blood pooled in my palm.
    I stared at my hand, feeling queasy. Then, right before my eyes, the opening slowly closed. Within moments, there was no sign of even a scratch.
    Whoa.
    As if to demonstrate my power, another swell of energy moved through my hands.
    Okay, I would not freak. I would calmly and systematically figure out what the hell was happening to me. Had I been exposed to a chemical or radiation? My new intermittent abilities couldn’t be hereditary. Aside from their hovering, my parents were totally normal. And if they knew anything, they would’ve told me.
    I couldn’t confide in them or they’d probably worry that an aneurysm was bringing on freakish abilities and would lead to death or something. Sorting out what was going on was enough without adding their neuroses into the mix.
    Maybe I should see a doctor. Except the only way to keep it from my parents would be to see someone I didn’t know and pay cash from my car savings. That was a last resort. Besides, they’d have to document the case