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there was one thought I
hadn’t heard. His .
    The bell rang. I bolted from my
chair and scurried toward the exit. Emily and Sarah stood by the door,
whispering about the new guy and preventing my escape.
    “Excuse me,” I snapped, almost
panicked.
    They turned and glared as one.
Well, it hadn’t taken Emily long to turn Sarah against me. Just freaking great.
All those months of hard work and my status was sinking faster than the
Titanic.
    “Cameron,” Mr. Banks called out.
    Crap. I resisted the urge to
ignore his voice and bolt out the door. Instead, like the good girl I was, I
glanced back. The new guy leaned against Mr. Banks’ desk, watching me. A shiver
of unease whispered across my skin. This couldn’t be good. “Yeah?”
    “This is Lewis, he’s new.”
    Obviously.
    Lewis was staring at me, an odd
gleam to his blue eyes. Really blue, like the bay in summer. Square jaw,
straight nose and those lips…
    For a murderer, he was cute. He
looked away briefly, breaking our connection and I wondered if I’d imagined the
amusement in his gaze.
    Mr. Banks was barely paying
attention to us, eager to get to the teacher lounge before all the cookies were
gone. “Show Lewis around, take him to his next class, will you?”
    No! “Sure.” Wild panic sent my heart racing.
      Lewis smiled, a smile that produced a dimple
in his left cheek. For a moment, my panic was forgotten. Oh God, how could I be
attracted to a murderer? I was sick.
    “Ready?” he asked, his voice
deep and smooth.
    I nodded dumbly and led the way
into the hall. I was safe, I mean, I was in the middle of the school, in a hall
crowded with people. What could he do? Still, it didn’t stop my heart from
racing.
    “Hello, Cameron,” he said,
stepping closer to me. So close, I could smell his soap and aftershave. He
smelled… wonderful. “It’s nice to meet you.”
    I nodded, not even bothering to
look at him as I tried to think of a way out of this mess. Why the heck
couldn’t I read his thoughts? Was he a droid? A robot? Or maybe psychos didn’t
have thoughts. I rarely dealt with them, so who knew what they were capable of.
But no, that didn’t make sense. I’d heard the murderer’s thoughts.  
    “Where’s your locker?” I dared
to look at him. I was eager to dump him off at his next class and be done with
the whole charade.
    He was smiling, although why, I
wasn’t sure. He didn’t seem in a hurry, he seemed quite relaxed, his stroll
slow and unhurried, as if he had something he wanted to say. Instantly, my
suspicion grew.
    “I’ve never known anyone in such
a hurry to get to class.”
    “Yeah, well, I take school very
seriously.” Why did I have to sound like such a loser? Of course the moment
that thought popped into my head, I wondered why I cared what he thought.  
    “Here.” He tapped Savannah’s old
locker. The locker next to mine.
    I froze, slightly horrified.
“What?”
    He frowned. “My locker. It’s
here. You all right?”  
    “Yeah, sure. Just…” I tried to
judge his expression, to understand what he was feeling, if anything. It had
been so long since I’d had to read someone based on their body language alone
that I found it impossible to know. He looked normal, which was the problem. He
didn’t look guilty. Then again, maybe he wasn’t. I’d heard the killer’s
thoughts, yet couldn’t hear Lewis.
    His dark brows raised in
question. “Just?”
    “Your locker. The girl who died,
Savannah, it was her locker.” I could barely get the words out, my voice
sounded hollow and muffled. There were too many emotions swirling through my
body.
    He nodded slowly. “I see.”
    But I didn’t see. I didn’t see
how he could be so calm, act like he cared…unless he hadn’t killed Savannah.
“Where are you from?”
    “North.”
    Vague answer. Mysterious or shy?
Completely confused, I opened my locker and shoved my books inside, trying to
focus on his thoughts yet again. It was like hitting a brick wall. Surely if