Stepping beside me, she spoke in a low voice, “You, uh…kinda freaked me out yesterday.”
I quickly glanced at her head to see if she had a bandage or a lump on it. “I’m sorry about that, I was just—”
“No, no, that’s not it.” She waved her hand impatiently. “I’m trying to say thanks. You looked so upset, it bugged me a little, so last night I took it easier than I usually would’ve.” Rubbing her shoulder, she winced. “Good thing, too. My horse’s saddle strap slipped and I was thrown.”
Feigning surprise, I said, “Oh, no. Are you okay?”
She started to shrug, then flinched. “I landed on my shoulder, but it could’ve been much worse if I’d been in a full gallop when it happened—” Pausing, her eyes drilled into me. “How’d you know?”
“Know what?”
“How’d you know that I’d get hurt?”
My face heated, but I tried to sound casual. “I—I didn’t. I just felt bad that I might’ve hurt you during practice.”
Doubt reflected in her face. “No, you said to be careful—”
“Hey Jody,” Janelle from our team called as she walked in the door. “Heard you got hurt yesterday.”
Waving to her, Jody returned her attention to me, but I thumbed toward the locker hall and turned in that direction. “Gotta head to my locker. See you later.”
Jody frowned after me, but I wasn’t hanging around for more questions. It had taken me eons to fall asleep last night. I couldn’t quit thinking about what had happened with my car radio, to the point I’d sat up in bed and jotted down what I’d heard: Don’t. Enter. Fear. When I read them aloud, that’s when the meaning finally lined up in my mind. Don’t Interfere!
The words had been purposeful and clear. Had whatever it was also tried to block the bathroom door that day I’d helped Kristin? It was hard to believe I’d imagined a jammed bathroom door suddenly swinging free. What else could it be? Questions kept turning over in my mind.
When I did finally fall asleep, I’d dreamed about my day today. Yet again Ethan wasn’t in my dream, which put me on edge. I really hoped he’d be here, because my day wasn’t going to start off very well.
The moment I saw Ethan leaning against my locker, holding a hardcover binder, pure elation shot through me, chasing away my anxiety about this morning. Instead of his usual Chucks, he wore black army boots, faded jeans, a heather gray t-shirt and an authentic-looking army green jacket. The look was laidback yet tough and it made me want to suggest we ditch school and just hang.
“Hey.” I smiled and hitched my heavy backpack higher up my shoulder. “You got some sun. How was the game?”
“The game was great,” he said, moving out from in front of my locker. “How was your weekend?”
“We bought a new couch.” I kept my tone upbeat, even as I dreaded opening my locker.
“Aren’t you going to put your backpack away?” he asked when I just stared at my locker.
I shot a quick glance at the crowd hanging near the other end of the hall, resenting their furtive looks. “Nah. The latch jammed on me yesterday. I’ll um, do it later.”
Ethan gestured to the door. “Unlock it. Let me see if I can get the latch to work.”
I couldn’t avoid opening my locker forever. I needed two books for upcoming classes. My stomach cramped as I slowly spun the combination. The moment I started to lift the lock, Ethan stepped close, saying, “Here, let me do it.”
“Wait—” I tried to move in front of him, but he crowded me out of the way, pulling up on the latch before I could stop him. When he swung my door open, and I heard a hard thump, I leaned around his broad shoulders. A huge red paint blob covered the hard binder he’d held in front of his chest. Paint was also spattered on his jacket and fingers. My heart tripped with guilt. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry.”
Ethan’s jaw muscle jumped as he set the paint-stained binder on top of the lockers, then reached inside my locker. Groans of disappointment filtered from down the hall. I turned my narrowed gaze on Jared, Miranda and Sophia standing with a group of football players. Apparently, they weren’t happy their paintball booby-trap hadn’t pegged me. Lainey had just walked up. She looked confused when she glanced my way, then turned to fuss at Jared.
People’s steps slowed. They were intrigued by the growing drama, wanting to know what had captured the popular crowd’s attention.
I heard a loud crack, and then broken pieces of a paintball pistol slid diagonally across the hall floor toward their group. I glanced at Ethan in surprise. He stood with his fists clenched. A hulking football player stepped out of the group of pranksters, his dark features twisted in a scowl. “That was my gun, asshole!”
He’d started to cross the short distance between us, but a bleached-blonde girl stepped in front of him. Whispering something in his ear, she pointed further down the hall to the group of curious onlookers. Kurt’s face turned beet red when he realized the girl was pointing at him. I couldn’t believe it…the girl was Lila.
The football player’s attention shot from Kurt to Ethan, wariness reflecting in his dark eyes. Grunting, he turned back toward his buddies, then paused to yell at the crowd watching, “What the hell are you looking at?”
“Mr. Brewer.” Principal Wallum stepped out from behind a tall guy, addressing the running back in a stern tone. “My office. And bring that gun you’re so fond of with you.”
Everyone began to scatter the moment they heard Mr. Wallum’s voice. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Lila casually stroll to her locker, which happened to be five lockers down from mine. Before she opened the door, she glanced at Kurt walking past, eyeing the bruised hump on his broken nose. As she turned back to her locker, she caught me staring at her. A slight yellowish bruise traced her jawbone.
Even though I wasn’t sure what to say, I felt the need to say something. “I—” but she cut me off with a quick jerk of her chin toward Kurt as he turned the corner then walked down another hall. Her gaze lingered on Ethan for a second before it slid back to me.
“Jay doesn’t look any better,” she said, her lips curving in a pleased smirk. “Consider us even.”
Ethan’s warmth radiated directly behind me. After Lila walked away, I glanced over my shoulder and whispered, “By lunchtime it’ll be all over the school that you beat up Kurt and Jay.” More fuel added to the rumors already circling about him. Could the guilt be slathered on any thicker?
His expression was as dark as it had been the day he’d saved me in the woods. “I don’t care what people think about me as long as they leave you—”
When he paused, I quickly turned. He looked tense and had just put his hand on his forearm when I touched his shoulder. “Ethan?” Another terrifying image flared in my mind—this time a wrinkled, emaciated face with hundreds of razor sharp teeth. I swallowed a gasp. Even as the rational part of my brain said Ethan was the source, I shoved the logic and the fear away. He’d just protected me, saved me from harm. “Are—are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He swallowed, lowering his hand to his side. “I just want people to leave you alone.”
I searched Ethan’s serious gaze, but I couldn’t quite get the image I’d just seen out of my mind. The way he’d acted, shielding me when I’d tried to stop him from opening my locker, it was like…he knew. “How did you know about the paint gun?”
“I didn’t know about—”
“Don’t deny it,” I shot back.
When he didn’t respond, my heart began to pound and the concern I’d just shoved to the dark recesses of my mind began to glimmer. “You knew,” I insisted. The bell suddenly rang and I wanted to scream, “Not now, you stupid bell!”
Ethan turned and quickly grabbed a couple books from the haphazard stack in his locker.
“Ethan.”
Pausing, he leaned close. His unique outdoorsy smell surrounded me as he spoke in a tense tone next to my ear, “Later. In study hall.”
His comment put me on edge. “You’re g
oing to tell me, right?”
“Study hall.” He backed away, his lips set in a grim line.
***
The rest of the day moved like sap trickling down a tree. I could’ve sworn the clock’s red second hand was stuck permanently one second before the end of every class. My thoughts spun. Beyond wondering how Ethan knew about the booby trap, I finally acknowledged the thoughts that had been simmering in the back of my mind. How did Ethan seem to know what I was thinking half the time? It was like he knew me better than I knew myself. The doubts about Ethan that I’d dismissed in the past, especially after I’d seen those freaky images when I’d touched him, rushed forward, along with a creepy, apprehensive feeling. Was Ethan psychic? And what did those images have to do with him?
I was so focused on my thoughts about Ethan that I hadn’t given much thought to what had almost happened to me this morning, or the fact that Lainey’s boyfriend had played a part in it. At least, not until I walked into study hall and saw her sitting with Jared.
Ethan’s protectiveness made me reconsider my friendship with Lainey. She hadn’t looked thrilled that Jared and his friends were responsible for “painting” me, yet she hadn’t sought me out to apologize for them either. How had we drifted so far apart?
“Hey, Nara, you know this morning was just a joke, right? No hard feelings,” Jared said as I started to pass them. He flashed me his classic, I’m-so-goodlooking-you’ll-agree-with-anything-I-say smile.
Lainey’s face was tense and pale. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her in one big gulp. Instead of anger, I felt sorry for her. I hoped she’d eventually figure out what a self-centered idiot Jared was.
I shrugged. “No biggie.”
Beaming, Jared hooked his arm around Lainey’s slumped shoulders. “See, Lane. She’s cool.”
“See you at practice, Lainey,” I said, hoping she knew I didn’t blame her. I was just sad our friendship was suffering.
While I waited for Ethan at an empty table in the corner, I opened my math book and was surprised to see a piece of folded notebook paper tucked inside the front cover. Pulling the paper out, I read the note my mother had written.
Inara, I had a great time in Farmville. We should go on another trip. Maybe to Williamsburg? I hope you’re happy with the new couch, since you spend more time on it than me. Ha! I wanted to let you know that I’m coming to your game this week. Aren’t you glad?
Mom
Laying the paper down on the table, I smoothed the crease with my finger and then reread it three times, my heart swelling. Tracing my fingertips over my mother’s intricately swirled writing, I marveled at her penmanship—mine had sharp points and thin lines, resembling a chicken on crack. The fluttery feeling in my chest made me lightheaded. After sending me hundreds of text messages over the past few years, Mom had no idea how much this handwritten note meant to me.
When I saw Ethan walk in, I folded my mom’s note and slipped it back inside my book.
“Sorry I’m late.” Ethan sat down in the chair beside me. “Mr. Markham kept me after to go over the stuff I missed in Chemistry the other day.”
I waved my hand, my impatience hitting the red meter. “No detours. Spill.”
A hint of a smile tugged on his lips. “Did you know your eyes are a much lighter green when you’re excited or happy about something? I’ll bet I can guess why.”
Detoured already, but this should be interesting…and a good test to see if he really could read minds. I’d decided that must be his secret. No way he’d get this right. “Guess away.”
“Your mom’s coming to your soccer game.”
My smile quavered. “Um, good guess.”
Ethan glanced at my math book. “It’s more about the note she wrote than your game, isn’t it?”
A chill rippled through me. “How—how did you know about it?”
Setting his elbow on the table, Ethan tucked his knuckles under his chin. “I thought you wanted to know how I knew about the booby-trap in your locker.”
“I did. I mean—I do.” Unease tensed my muscles. “How did you know about both?”
“I could tell you that I saw them putting the paint gun in your locker.” Ethan paused and raised a dark eyebrow. Faint remnants of red paint stained his fingers and wrist. His jacket still had the splatter pattern where the binder hadn’t covered it. “And I could tell you that I saw you tucking a piece of paper back in your book from across the room.”
“But that wouldn’t explain how you knew the note was from my mom.” I felt like I was trying to come up with the pieces to a riddle with only the answer as a clue.
“True.”
I twirled my hand in a small circle to hurry him along. I wanted answers.
He shook his head. “I knew the answer, Nara.”
It was one thing to play the mental game Hey, the guy I really, really like is possibly psychic, but another thing entirely to learn the truth. Several seconds passed before I responded. “As in you ‘knew’ these things ahead of time?”
“No, I saw them ahead of time.” Ethan’s gaze never wavered.
“What does that mean?” I whispered, my pulse thundering in my ears.
“How do you think I saw these things?”
He was so calm, while a maelstrom of emotions raged inside me. I was afraid to guess. My palms began to sweat and my voice cracked. “How did you know that my aunt lived in Barboursville?”
“I saw you drive there.” He tapped his temple. “In here.”
I eyed him skeptically, but couldn’t get past the things he seemed to just “know”. Finally, I blurted out. “So, you see things before they happen.”
“Some things.”
Excitement overrode my apprehension. I couldn’t believe I’d met someone with a special ability, not quite like mine, but someone I could possibly share my secret with. Someone, who would understand.
I leaned closer. “How do your powers work?”
Ethan held my gaze. “I know that you made a necklace at your aunt’s on Friday night, that you skipped burnt bacon for Starbucks on Saturday, and that you wanted the denim couch but your mom nixed your opinion and chose a tan color instead.”
I was shocked and oddly excited by his pinpoint accuracy. “You can tell me what I did in the past?” I shook my head. “But I thought you saw things before they happened, like what happened with my locker today.”
Ethan’s expression turned serious. “I can only see what you’ve seen or will see.”
My pulse was racing so fast, I barely got the words out, “How is that possible?”
“Because I have your dreams, Nara.”
I couldn’t blink, couldn’t move. I should’ve known. Ethan had seemed incredibly intuitive whenever we were together, but now all the things that he’d seemed to “know” about me made total sense. Rage accompanied shock and embarrassment that he knew my secret. The accusation, You’re the reason my dreams have gone wonky! scratched at the back of my throat, demanding release. “Why are you taking my dreams from me?” I finally managed in a low voice. It hurt to think he’d purposefully done it. “And how is that even possible?”
My emotions must’ve been written all over my face, because he leaned forward, his expression pleading for understanding. “It’s not like that. You have to believe me, Nara. I’d never do anything to intentionally upset you.”
Ethan’s face didn’t reflect triumph. It held intrigued interest, a desire for my understanding. My initial anger settled, even though I still felt a part of me was missing. “How did this happen?”
“Do you want to know what happens the rest of your day?” he asked in a calm voice.
I lifted an eyebrow. In my dream, the rest of my day went along normally. Of course, none of this stuff with Ethan had been in it. “You mean there’s something more mind-blowing than learning you’re seeing my dreams?”
He smirked and shook his head. “Nothing more eventful than that.” Covering my hand, he slid his thumb rhythmicall
y over mine. “Unless you count the end of the day—when you kiss me.”
Chapter Twelve
We kiss? Why can he see himself in my dreams, yet I can’t?
We kiss!
Ethan’s surprising comment played over and over in my head, beating away my doubts. My insides heated and curled inward like paper slowly burning along the edges. I was a steamy ball of nervous excitement. My gaze locked on his lips, which apparently was more obvious than I realized, because his gorgeous smile was back. It was almost predatory, the way his lips snared my rapt attention and kept me from acknowledging the hundreds of questions pinging in my head.
Cupping my chin, Ethan’s smile faded. “Are you okay?”
When he traced his thumb along my jawline, swirls of steam shot everywhere at once. Clearing my throat, I pulled back to shake the fog out of my mind. “I—I’m fine.” I glanced around nervously and saw several people watching us. “Tell me how this happened,” I said in a hushed voice.
Ethan finally noticed the attention we’d drawn. His mouth set in a hard line. “Not here. Can you come to my house after practice?”
His house? My stomach fluttered. His brother was out of town. We’d be alone. “It’ll probably be after six. I’ve got to go home and take a shower first. Where do you live?”
“Turtle Creek. First street on the left. Fifth house on the right.”
A couple acres of farmland separated our neighborhoods. I could walk to his house. “Why didn’t you tell me you lived so close?”
“You didn’t ask.”
My mind spun on an excuse to stay longer if I needed one. “You’ve got internet at home, right?”
When he nodded, I said, “Good. While I’m there, maybe we could research resources for our project. Like, I don’t know, maybe the role superstition has played in wars? Does that sound okay to you?”
“That’s fine,” he said absently, his eyebrows drawing together. “You seem strangely calm.”
Which was pretty amazing considering a full-blown freak-out episode was raging inside my head. Why did this happen? What does Ethan think of me? He doesn’t seem to be wigged out, but would he have even told me he was seeing my dreams if I hadn’t confronted him? Why wouldn’t he tell me? I made a funny face, trying not to let my concerns show. “I’m fine.”
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