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Kelley rushes on, flushing. “If I was almost hit by a truck, I wouldn’t be so calm. That’s all I mean. I don’t really mean that you’re not normal ; I just mean—”
    “I know.” I cut her off because the look on her face tells me that she feels like crap for saying the wrong thing, and right now, I don’t want to feel like crap because she feels like crap because she’s worried about my hurt feelings. Right now, the only person I want to talk to is Luka. He’s right there, maybe twenty feet away. Twenty feet that might as well be a thousand, because it’s painfully apparent that Luka doesn’t want to talk to me .
    And the fact that Luka isn’t talking makes me think of Jackson. He promised that once we were done, he’d give me all the answers. An easy promise to make when he knew he wouldn’t be here to hear the questions. I laugh darkly. My friends stare, but I’m saved from offering explanations as one of the EMTs strides over.
    The next half hour passes in a blur. The EMTs check me out. The police take my statement. I think they write the driver a ticket, but I’m not sure.
    They’re done with Luka before they’re done with me. With his back to me, he lifts his hand in a farewell wave, then walks away without even a glance, leaving me sitting in the open back of the ambulance while an EMT finishes bandaging my elbows.
    I feel like crying; I feel like curling in a ball. I feel like punching something so hard that the skin on my knuckles splits. I feel like running for miles. Running away.
    I can still see Luka in the distance when they’re finally done with me. I’m about to bound after him when a dark blue Ford Escape pulls up, blocking my escape. Dad jumps out, his dark hair disheveled like he’s run his fingers through it again and again. His mouth is tight, bracketed by lines of worry. He stands perfectly still, only his dark eyes moving until they light on me, and then he’s moving, his strides eating the distance between us.
    “You would have done exactly what I did,” I say the second his arms close around me. I take a deep breath. He smells like fabric softener and spicy shaving cream. He smells like Dad and memories of childhood. He smells safe. And I’m incredibly grateful that right now, he doesn’t smell like booze.
    He tightens his embrace for a second and then releases me. “Yeah,” he says, his voice like gravel. “But it doesn’t mean that my blood didn’t turn to ice when I got Carly’s call.”
    “She didn’t need to call you.” I shoot her a dark look where she’s standing on the sidewalk with Dee and Kelley, but she isn’t looking my way.
    “ You should have called me.”
    “I’m fine.” It’s my day to do the parrot thing. First I kept squawking what, what, what and now it’s I’m fine .
    Dad gives me a stern look, and I press my lips together and say nothing. The truth is, I’m glad Carly called him. I’m glad he’s here.
    He walks me to the car and holds the front passenger door open for me while Carly and Kelley and Dee pile into the back.
    “You want company?” he asks softly before I get in.
    I shake my head. I love my friends, but right now, I just want my music and my privacy.
    “I’ll take them home, then.”
    I start to climb into the car, then pause with one foot inside and my hand on the roof as a cold wind touches the back of my neck. Except there is no wind.
    I stare first up, then down the street.
    Luka’s not gone after all. He’s there in the distance, watching me, as if he wants to make sure that I’m okay. Or to make sure I don’t say anything I shouldn’t.
    But I still don’t get in the car. I take my time looking around because I can’t shake the feeling that he’s not the only one watching me.



CHAPTER SEVEN
    THE ALIEN IS REACHING FOR ME, SMOOTH, GLOWING LIMBS AND clawed fingers. Jackson is there, beside me. I wait for him to shoot. Why doesn’t he shoot? His booted foot slams into the alien’s hand, sending its