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team.”
Such good news! Well, not that Cole was in danger of getting kicked off of the team, but that it was our science teacher, Mrs. Laurel, whom he hated and not me.
My relief must have messed with my brain because the next thing I knew I was offering to help him with his science homework. “I’m pretty good at science,” I told him. I couldn’t believe myself. Partially because I’d just offered to help Cole Daniels and partially because I stink at science.
“Enough already,” Courtney whined. “This is my day. We’re supposed to be celebrating my part.” Then she turned her whole body my direction. “Besides, didn’t you get enough attention when you practically tore Cole’s head off in class this morning? I heard it was crazy embarrassing.” She bit off part of a french fry for emphasis.
Someone needed to kill me right then.
“I was just trying to save him from a bee,” I tried to explain.
“Whatever. Still embarrassing.”
The expression on my face must have shown just how mortified I was because Courtney burst out laughing.
“Hey, do you protect everyone, or just Cole?” Reid said. “I wouldn’t mind a personal body guard. Especially one who is on a first-name basis with Mara’s Daughters.”
“Everyone,” I said quickly. “If anyone sees a bee, just give me a holler. I’m here to help. Cole was just my first.” Hopefully that little bit of acting was enough to throw people off the scent of my crush.
The top of Cole’s cheeks turned a light shade of red, and he quickly picked up his juice and took a gulp. He was blushing. I allowed myself to pretend it was because he had a crush on me, before I faced the fact that he was probably just embarrassed. “No way,” Courtney shrieked just in time to break up the one-way staring contest I was having with Cole before I blew my own cover.
Courtney was reacting to a huge ketchup blob on her sweater—right on her left boob. She turned away so she wasn’t facing the boys and furiously rubbed a napkin over the spot.
“You need water,” Jaydin said, and squirted some from her bottle onto the stain.
“Cut it out. You’re making it worse. Just great,” Courtney hissed. “Like anyone needs another reason to stare at my chest.”
I wished I had her problem. The big chest, not the ketchup stain. “Do you want me to get you a shirt from your locker?” I asked.
“I don’t have an extra one,” she moaned.
“I might. I can go look.”
She gave me a once-over. “Please. Like anything of yours would fit over my chest.”
Ouch. She didn’t need to rub it in. But I didn’t let that dissuade me from helping her. “I have an idea. Take your ponytail down.”
“Why?”
“Simple,” I said as she let her hair fall loosely around her. “It’s long enough. It can cover the stain.”
Courtney cocked her head to one side and scrutinized me. “It looks like you may come in handy after all. Congratulations, Angel. You pass. You get to sit with us from now on.”
Thank goodness! I did it! I made it to the next round on Survivor: Goode Middle School . I was golden. Better than golden. I was platinum. This ranked even higher than going on stage with Mara’s Daughters.
It was amazing, and yet it was incredibly awful, too. What on earth was I supposed to do about Gabi?
chapter 17
From the moment I left school that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Gabi. What kind of person ditched their best friend in the cafeteria and wanted to do it again? I was a horrible human being. If that’s what I even was. Maybe my devil half had taken control of my mind. The old me would never have considered leaving Gabi to fend for herself at lunch.
At home, I found my mother standing over the stove stirring white rose petals, sugar, and honey into a pot of boiling liquid. I recognized this one, all right. She was putting the final touches on her “Sweetness Serum.” She’s made me have a shot of it once a week, ever since I was two.
“Love
Such good news! Well, not that Cole was in danger of getting kicked off of the team, but that it was our science teacher, Mrs. Laurel, whom he hated and not me.
My relief must have messed with my brain because the next thing I knew I was offering to help him with his science homework. “I’m pretty good at science,” I told him. I couldn’t believe myself. Partially because I’d just offered to help Cole Daniels and partially because I stink at science.
“Enough already,” Courtney whined. “This is my day. We’re supposed to be celebrating my part.” Then she turned her whole body my direction. “Besides, didn’t you get enough attention when you practically tore Cole’s head off in class this morning? I heard it was crazy embarrassing.” She bit off part of a french fry for emphasis.
Someone needed to kill me right then.
“I was just trying to save him from a bee,” I tried to explain.
“Whatever. Still embarrassing.”
The expression on my face must have shown just how mortified I was because Courtney burst out laughing.
“Hey, do you protect everyone, or just Cole?” Reid said. “I wouldn’t mind a personal body guard. Especially one who is on a first-name basis with Mara’s Daughters.”
“Everyone,” I said quickly. “If anyone sees a bee, just give me a holler. I’m here to help. Cole was just my first.” Hopefully that little bit of acting was enough to throw people off the scent of my crush.
The top of Cole’s cheeks turned a light shade of red, and he quickly picked up his juice and took a gulp. He was blushing. I allowed myself to pretend it was because he had a crush on me, before I faced the fact that he was probably just embarrassed. “No way,” Courtney shrieked just in time to break up the one-way staring contest I was having with Cole before I blew my own cover.
Courtney was reacting to a huge ketchup blob on her sweater—right on her left boob. She turned away so she wasn’t facing the boys and furiously rubbed a napkin over the spot.
“You need water,” Jaydin said, and squirted some from her bottle onto the stain.
“Cut it out. You’re making it worse. Just great,” Courtney hissed. “Like anyone needs another reason to stare at my chest.”
I wished I had her problem. The big chest, not the ketchup stain. “Do you want me to get you a shirt from your locker?” I asked.
“I don’t have an extra one,” she moaned.
“I might. I can go look.”
She gave me a once-over. “Please. Like anything of yours would fit over my chest.”
Ouch. She didn’t need to rub it in. But I didn’t let that dissuade me from helping her. “I have an idea. Take your ponytail down.”
“Why?”
“Simple,” I said as she let her hair fall loosely around her. “It’s long enough. It can cover the stain.”
Courtney cocked her head to one side and scrutinized me. “It looks like you may come in handy after all. Congratulations, Angel. You pass. You get to sit with us from now on.”
Thank goodness! I did it! I made it to the next round on Survivor: Goode Middle School . I was golden. Better than golden. I was platinum. This ranked even higher than going on stage with Mara’s Daughters.
It was amazing, and yet it was incredibly awful, too. What on earth was I supposed to do about Gabi?
chapter 17
From the moment I left school that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Gabi. What kind of person ditched their best friend in the cafeteria and wanted to do it again? I was a horrible human being. If that’s what I even was. Maybe my devil half had taken control of my mind. The old me would never have considered leaving Gabi to fend for herself at lunch.
At home, I found my mother standing over the stove stirring white rose petals, sugar, and honey into a pot of boiling liquid. I recognized this one, all right. She was putting the final touches on her “Sweetness Serum.” She’s made me have a shot of it once a week, ever since I was two.
“Love
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