transformed. “Hi. Look, we need to talk.”
Her silky black hair swayed across her back as she spoke. A funny sound came from her mouth, like a stifled sob. “No, Derek, we don’t. There is nothing we need to say to each other.”
“I don’t agree,” Derek said. His expression was stricken. “I heard you went to Maryland. Why were you there?”
Adriana’s eyes grew wet and the colour went from teal to a deep turquoise. “They took Analiese’s body to the National Human Genome Research Institute,” Adriana said in a tight voice. She no longer held back her tears and one zigzagged down her cheek in an inky streak.
My heart rate spiked. Obviously this was the girl. And the news article I’d read about the atypical blood was, in fact, her sister, and if her sister had some genetic quirks… perhaps Adriana did, too?
Derek’s eyebrows crinkled in the middle. “Why?”
Adriana’s expression changed, grew… twitchy. She surveyed the entire room, and then did a double take. What was she looking for?
“She and I have a weird blood type.”
“Geez, I wish I could have been there for you.” Derek said, his expression sympathetic in a greasy way. “I’m sorry. I’m so… sorry.”
Adriana’s head tilted forward so her hair cascaded over-the-top of her desk like hundreds of long black ribbons. She shook her head. “Don’t.”
I wished I could have seen her face at that moment.
Derek’s expression returned immediately to that of undisguised pain, his mouth pursed into a tight, flat line. He put his head down on his arms atop his desk. Adriana turned in her seat, her back to him, her expression dark, her arms folded across her chest.
Then a couple walked in, chatting loudly, both smiling at Adriana. The woman was petite with highlighted hair and dark skin, her exotic bone structure and almond eyes making me immediately think she was from the Phillipines. She took a seat in front of me, and the guy, a blond with orange pants and orange shirt, sat down across the aisle so he was sitting in front of Adriana. It was obvious they were not a couple, the way they sat apart.
“Hi,” Adriana said, her mouth barely pulled up at the corners into a half-smile. I could imagine myself sucking on those lips and the thought of it made my belly clench. She took another bite of apple with perfect white teeth. She was gorgeous.
Derek nodded perfunctorily at them. “Tait. Zoe.”
The guy, Tait, slapped Adriana’s lab table. “A-dog,” he said in a mock-ghetto voice. “We have great news.” His smile exposed both upper and lower teeth. He had a Disney look to him, all perfectly styled, spikey blond hair and big, round eyes.
Zoe leaned across the aisle and set something in front of her. “Tonight. Seven tickets to the Ruminate concert. Are you in?”
Adriana stared at the concert tickets on the table in front of her. Derek gawked at the tickets as well, his mouth slightly open until he noticed me watching him. Then his eyes narrowed and he turned back toward the front of the class.
“How did you get them? I heard they were sold out.” Adriana looked at the tickets as if they were worth a fortune.
“I was logged in and ready to click the moment the tickets went on sale,” Tait said.
“Wow. Thanks, guys. But I can’t. Not tonight. Sorry” Adriana smiled and handed them back to Zoe, who stuffed them into her purse. Then something stormy and tempestuous replaced Adriana’s sunny