some macabre point, or is waiting, wearing nothing but a raincoat ready to flash me as soon as I walk through the door?
It is my duty to thoroughly investigate. And, besides, if he’s not there, I can riffle through his desk. He might have a candy bar in there or something, so it won’t be a total loss. Or maybe if I touch his desk, his chair, I might get that intense feeling of a thousand rol er coasters and every kiss from Logan and Gage rol ed into one. He’s probably transferring some il egal street drug into me by osmosis. He’s that sick, I can tel .
I twist the knob and step inside.
The whites of two pair of eyes pierce the dimly lit room from over by his desk. Al I see is long hair sprayed over flesh, and I quickly turn around to face the closet.
Shit!
Breasts! I saw breasts.
I’m going to kil Marshal . I’m going to figure out how he dies and pray he stays dead because obviously he’s perverse. Why else would he cal me in to watch him go at it with some girl?
“This goes viral, and I’m coming after you.” A finger spikes hard into my chest.
It’s Michel e!
My toes curl tight, causing my feet to squeak unnatural y.
She motions for me to zip the back of her cheer top, and I do so mechanical y, then she leaves.
I turn around in time to see Marshal tending to a zipper of his own.
“You’re sick, you know that?”
“No, I’m quite healthy, actual y.” He holds his hands out and gives a placid smile.
“What? Was I late, so you took Michel e?” I say her name like it’s riddled with syphilis.
“Jealous much?” He says throwing his coat on in haste and snapping shut his briefcase. “Step outside. You have a reputation to protect.”
We speed into the hal , walking at a decent clip.
I needed you to see it. She’s got it out for you, and you’re going to need far more ammunition than that. He cuts a hard look.
“I knew it. You can read minds.”
“Simpletons. Not you.”
I pause straightening at the thought. I’m not a simpleton.
Don’t flatter yourself. It’s because you’re Celestra. You’re harder to crack than a lead egg.
“What about Levatio?” I want to know if he’s digging into Gage, picking his brain when no one’s looking.
“Depends—if it’s solid thinking, not usual y. But if it’s mush, which open lust causes it to be, why yes, I can hang around and watch the show if I want to.”
We tap dance down the stairs at an alarming clip.
He sets his hand on the door and pauses before exposing us to the harsh elements ready to batter us on the other side.
“That boyfriend of yours has a lascivious mind.” He pul s back his lips and looks into the fog pressing against the window. “In fact you might even say he’s the one who inspired my ingenious plan.” He gives a quick wink and walks briskly into the rain before popping open his umbrel a.
“Don’t worry, Skyla. My plan includes you.”
That’s exactly what I’m worried about.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Game On
Friday night comes, and the rain doesn’t bother to stop for the game. The opposing team is from upstate Washington. Apparently, most teams use Paragon as an excuse to party for the weekend, and lucky for them because the games are rarely cancel ed. West High only goes off the island once this season and that’s not until November.
Michel e’s father came out earlier and staked a giant white canopy into the ground for us to cheer under. There’s not a soul in the bleachers, not one sign of a Sector.
Lightening il uminates the night, radiates a glow with the earnestness of midday. The players each revert to the sidelines. It’s impossible to tel if a whistle blew. I can’t hear anyone cheer but myself, and even that is mostly drowned out by the rain.
“They’re cal ing it off!” Briel e screams into my face.
“Forfeiting?” I scream back.
The players run in our direction, and we line up and extend our hands to the high five ready position. I smile wide at Gage who leads the
It is my duty to thoroughly investigate. And, besides, if he’s not there, I can riffle through his desk. He might have a candy bar in there or something, so it won’t be a total loss. Or maybe if I touch his desk, his chair, I might get that intense feeling of a thousand rol er coasters and every kiss from Logan and Gage rol ed into one. He’s probably transferring some il egal street drug into me by osmosis. He’s that sick, I can tel .
I twist the knob and step inside.
The whites of two pair of eyes pierce the dimly lit room from over by his desk. Al I see is long hair sprayed over flesh, and I quickly turn around to face the closet.
Shit!
Breasts! I saw breasts.
I’m going to kil Marshal . I’m going to figure out how he dies and pray he stays dead because obviously he’s perverse. Why else would he cal me in to watch him go at it with some girl?
“This goes viral, and I’m coming after you.” A finger spikes hard into my chest.
It’s Michel e!
My toes curl tight, causing my feet to squeak unnatural y.
She motions for me to zip the back of her cheer top, and I do so mechanical y, then she leaves.
I turn around in time to see Marshal tending to a zipper of his own.
“You’re sick, you know that?”
“No, I’m quite healthy, actual y.” He holds his hands out and gives a placid smile.
“What? Was I late, so you took Michel e?” I say her name like it’s riddled with syphilis.
“Jealous much?” He says throwing his coat on in haste and snapping shut his briefcase. “Step outside. You have a reputation to protect.”
We speed into the hal , walking at a decent clip.
I needed you to see it. She’s got it out for you, and you’re going to need far more ammunition than that. He cuts a hard look.
“I knew it. You can read minds.”
“Simpletons. Not you.”
I pause straightening at the thought. I’m not a simpleton.
Don’t flatter yourself. It’s because you’re Celestra. You’re harder to crack than a lead egg.
“What about Levatio?” I want to know if he’s digging into Gage, picking his brain when no one’s looking.
“Depends—if it’s solid thinking, not usual y. But if it’s mush, which open lust causes it to be, why yes, I can hang around and watch the show if I want to.”
We tap dance down the stairs at an alarming clip.
He sets his hand on the door and pauses before exposing us to the harsh elements ready to batter us on the other side.
“That boyfriend of yours has a lascivious mind.” He pul s back his lips and looks into the fog pressing against the window. “In fact you might even say he’s the one who inspired my ingenious plan.” He gives a quick wink and walks briskly into the rain before popping open his umbrel a.
“Don’t worry, Skyla. My plan includes you.”
That’s exactly what I’m worried about.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Game On
Friday night comes, and the rain doesn’t bother to stop for the game. The opposing team is from upstate Washington. Apparently, most teams use Paragon as an excuse to party for the weekend, and lucky for them because the games are rarely cancel ed. West High only goes off the island once this season and that’s not until November.
Michel e’s father came out earlier and staked a giant white canopy into the ground for us to cheer under. There’s not a soul in the bleachers, not one sign of a Sector.
Lightening il uminates the night, radiates a glow with the earnestness of midday. The players each revert to the sidelines. It’s impossible to tel if a whistle blew. I can’t hear anyone cheer but myself, and even that is mostly drowned out by the rain.
“They’re cal ing it off!” Briel e screams into my face.
“Forfeiting?” I scream back.
The players run in our direction, and we line up and extend our hands to the high five ready position. I smile wide at Gage who leads the
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