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about my gift very soon. And a part of me looked forward to it. After four years I could trust her. Besides, she obviously already put most of it together if she was picking up on my interest in the study.
“Yeah. We’ll talk,” I promised.
Nancy’s face changed from concern to excitement. Between her and Mr. Alaster’s enthusiasm I could barely concentrate.
Okay, I could barely concentrate because I desperately wanted to turn around and stare at Ryan. My brain was a mess. I couldn’t wrap my head around why I cared? I tried not to think of Ryan Vaughn all that often. In fact, after our tutoring time, I tried to block him out of my head completely for fear of becoming a stalker. But it was very hard to forget the rare moments when his hand brushed up against mine by accident and it would send tingles all the way to my toes.
IT WAS JUST A SMILE! STOP IT! I needed to clear my head.
I needed to focus on something else.
“Maybe Chelsan would know.” Jill’s voice cut through my inner hysteria.
Know what? Great. I hadn’t been paying attention at all .
“Chelsan?” Mr. Alaster smiled at me with eagerness.
“Yes?” I asked. I could tell Mr. Alaster immediately knew I had no idea what he was talking about. His face fell slightly as if he couldn’t fathom how anyone could not have been engrossed in his lecture.
“I think she was too busy drooling over Ryan to pay attention.” Jill laughed. And the class laughed with her.
Was I that obvious? Oh man, if Jill noticed my red face and sweats, Ryan unquestionably did. Thank goodness I had resisted my urge for a second sneak peak!
“I wasn’t drooling.” Did I really say that out loud?! I wanted to crawl under my desk and die.
“I see.” Mr. Alaster realized that this was a feud between teenage girls and didn’t want to have anything to do with it. “Let’s continue forward shall we? What religions took the biggest fall after Age-pro?” He droned on and the class quieted down from Jill’s outburst.
Nancy tried to give me non-verbal support in the form of an encouraging smile, but nothing would make me feel better. Nothing except making Jill feel just as humiliated. I searched the room until I found the perfect thing.
A dead fly on the windowsill.
I brought it to life.
I started slow, just an irritating fly buzzing around Jill’s face. She discreetly waved it away. Then I amped it up. I made it fly directly in her ear. SWAT! I kept the fly sitting in her ear as if her swat had injured him. This freaked her out to the point of standing up in class trying to rid herself of the fly now stuck in her ear. Everyone stared in amusement.
“Jill? What’s the problem?” Mr. Alaster asked.
Here goes. The fly raced out of her ear and flew around her face, up her nose, out of her nose, in her hair, in her clothes until Jill was flailing her arms and whole body in panic. She looked like a frenzied animal being attacked by an invisible force.
“GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF ME!” she wailed.
I made it land on her cheek.
WHACK! Jill’s best friend, Joan, hit the fly with her reader thereby smacking Jill directly in the face.
I made the fly fall to the floor, dead once more.
Everyone stifled his or her laughter for fear of Jill’s wrath, but I smiled as broadly as I could.
I win.
“Jill, you may want to go to the nurse, your cheek is looking a little red.” Mr. Alaster looked as though he was trying to hide his own amusement. A lot of the teachers in the school liked Jill less than I did. Her father’s influence in the government made it impossible to give Jill anything less than a B. Our Math teacher freshman year tried to give her a D and needless to say he was fired the next day and replaced with a teacher that let her pass with flying colors. The teachers that didn’t hate her simply sucked up to her any chance they got. Owen Forester (Jill’s dad) was second in command to Geoffrey Turner himself, which meant he had influence in over-population “perks.” Perks that