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Steele, maybe you’ll be able to learn something.”
“I think you’re hot,” Adam said. He leaned in for a pretend kiss. Christian shoved him away.
Ten minutes later our food arrived, bringing Mike back to our table. We dove in, especially me. It was hard to consume enough calories to make up for all the energy I burned.
Through a mouthful, Mike said, “Did you guys see that girl I was talking to?”
“Amanda?” May asked.
“Yeah, I guess that’s her name. Anyway, she’s going out with me tomorrow.”
“You asked her out without even finding out her name?” Christian asked.
“She’s hot,” he replied.
“Your’e terrible!” May cried.
Mike shrugged. “I’m a player. That’s what I do.”
“Are you serious?” I asked.
Mike leaned forward. “Yeah, so? What’s your problem?”
“You’re my problem. You like to play games? Let’s play horse. I’ll be the front end and you be yourself.”
Adam dropped his head, shaking it back and forth. May looked pleased and Mike looked mad—no—furious. He barely opened his mouth as he hissed, “Why don’t you pull that halo down and choke yourself with it, you self-righteous little—”
Before Mike could finish his sentence, Christian lunged himself across the table and punched Mike in the mouth.
M IKE FELL BACKWARD OUT OF HIS CHAIR WITH C HRISTIAN on top. He attempted to wiggle free, but Christian pinned his shoulder to the ground. With his free hand, Christian continued to punch Mike’s face despite Adam’s attempts to pull him back.
“Get off him, man!” Adam yelled.
Just then an enormous fry cook bounded out of the kitchen. He too tried to pry Christian off, but was unsuccessful. May burst into tears.
Finally, I found my voice. “Christian!” I thought I yelled it, but his name barely squeaked out.
As if he’d heard me, Christian stood, breathing heavily, fists clenched tight.
“Get out of here!” the cook barked at Christian. Grease dripped from a spatula in his hand.
I wasn’t sure if Christian heard or not, because all he did was turn to me and stare in shock—no, horror is more like it. He walked around the table, stepped over spilled food, and took me by the arms. “Are you okay?” he asked, as if I’d been the one fighting.
“I’m fine. Let’s go.” I pulled him toward the front door, but he stopped briefly, reached inside his pocket, and pulled out a fifty-dollar bill. He dropped the money on the table and then followed me out.
Mike’s voice echoed behind us, “Watch your back, Knight!”
May caught up to us outside. “Are you all right, Christian?” she said, face streaked with tears.
He looked at her as if he wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Can we just get out of here?” I asked. I didn’t want to admit it, but the fight had frightened me. I stuffed my hands into my pockets to keep them from shaking.
Christian’s eyes never left mine. “May, will you take us to my car? I’ll save you a trip and take Llona home.”
No one said a word the short ride back to the school and only when May parked the car did she turn and say, “I know Mike had it coming, but I hate fights.”
“Sorry,” Christian said.
It bothered me to see May so distraught. Like I’d done with the waitress, I reached over and placed my hand on her arm. Almost like saying a prayer, I summoned Light. When it warmed my palm, I willed it to May and in less than a second her rigid body and face muscles relaxed. “Go home and get some rest,” I said.
She smiled and nodded, looking almost dreamy. That was easy. Too bad I couldn’t use it on myself.
I stood next to Christian, arms folded, as May’s car drove away. The extreme energy I’d felt before now felt scattered, like metal balls fired inside a pinball machine.
“I’m so sorry,” Christian said again.
“Huh?”
“I should never have fought in front of you.”
I shook my head. “It’s me who should apologize. I’m the
“I think you’re hot,” Adam said. He leaned in for a pretend kiss. Christian shoved him away.
Ten minutes later our food arrived, bringing Mike back to our table. We dove in, especially me. It was hard to consume enough calories to make up for all the energy I burned.
Through a mouthful, Mike said, “Did you guys see that girl I was talking to?”
“Amanda?” May asked.
“Yeah, I guess that’s her name. Anyway, she’s going out with me tomorrow.”
“You asked her out without even finding out her name?” Christian asked.
“She’s hot,” he replied.
“Your’e terrible!” May cried.
Mike shrugged. “I’m a player. That’s what I do.”
“Are you serious?” I asked.
Mike leaned forward. “Yeah, so? What’s your problem?”
“You’re my problem. You like to play games? Let’s play horse. I’ll be the front end and you be yourself.”
Adam dropped his head, shaking it back and forth. May looked pleased and Mike looked mad—no—furious. He barely opened his mouth as he hissed, “Why don’t you pull that halo down and choke yourself with it, you self-righteous little—”
Before Mike could finish his sentence, Christian lunged himself across the table and punched Mike in the mouth.
M IKE FELL BACKWARD OUT OF HIS CHAIR WITH C HRISTIAN on top. He attempted to wiggle free, but Christian pinned his shoulder to the ground. With his free hand, Christian continued to punch Mike’s face despite Adam’s attempts to pull him back.
“Get off him, man!” Adam yelled.
Just then an enormous fry cook bounded out of the kitchen. He too tried to pry Christian off, but was unsuccessful. May burst into tears.
Finally, I found my voice. “Christian!” I thought I yelled it, but his name barely squeaked out.
As if he’d heard me, Christian stood, breathing heavily, fists clenched tight.
“Get out of here!” the cook barked at Christian. Grease dripped from a spatula in his hand.
I wasn’t sure if Christian heard or not, because all he did was turn to me and stare in shock—no, horror is more like it. He walked around the table, stepped over spilled food, and took me by the arms. “Are you okay?” he asked, as if I’d been the one fighting.
“I’m fine. Let’s go.” I pulled him toward the front door, but he stopped briefly, reached inside his pocket, and pulled out a fifty-dollar bill. He dropped the money on the table and then followed me out.
Mike’s voice echoed behind us, “Watch your back, Knight!”
May caught up to us outside. “Are you all right, Christian?” she said, face streaked with tears.
He looked at her as if he wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Can we just get out of here?” I asked. I didn’t want to admit it, but the fight had frightened me. I stuffed my hands into my pockets to keep them from shaking.
Christian’s eyes never left mine. “May, will you take us to my car? I’ll save you a trip and take Llona home.”
No one said a word the short ride back to the school and only when May parked the car did she turn and say, “I know Mike had it coming, but I hate fights.”
“Sorry,” Christian said.
It bothered me to see May so distraught. Like I’d done with the waitress, I reached over and placed my hand on her arm. Almost like saying a prayer, I summoned Light. When it warmed my palm, I willed it to May and in less than a second her rigid body and face muscles relaxed. “Go home and get some rest,” I said.
She smiled and nodded, looking almost dreamy. That was easy. Too bad I couldn’t use it on myself.
I stood next to Christian, arms folded, as May’s car drove away. The extreme energy I’d felt before now felt scattered, like metal balls fired inside a pinball machine.
“I’m so sorry,” Christian said again.
“Huh?”
“I should never have fought in front of you.”
I shook my head. “It’s me who should apologize. I’m the
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