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Authors: Randi Reisfeld, H.B. Gilmour
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“Alex Fielding. Yo, what are you doing around here? I heard you broke out of this place —”
“Just visiting,” Alex said, but Riggs had just seen Cam and his small puffy eyes were bugging. He let out a low whistle. “Jeez, you guys could be twins.”
“Duh, Riggs,” Lucinda murmured. “That’s ’cause they are.”
“Didn’t you hear?” His older brother, Kyle, snickered — and Cam noticed that he had a chipped front tooth. “They cloned weird girl. Ain’t that right, Piggy?”
Lucinda reddened and lowered her head. Kyle moved the flame of his lighter near her cheek.
“Quit it, Kyle,” Andy hollered from his table.
Kyle blew out the flame and stuffed the lighter back into his pocket. “Man, I wouldn’t take her to a dogfight ’cause I’m afraid she’d win,” the ponytailed stooge taunted. His partners giggled and snickered.
Evan started to get up, but Alex grabbed his hand.
“Call me when your IQ hits room temperature,” Cam blurted out.
“Whoa.” Kyle turned to her. “That sounded really cold. I bet I’d be bummed if I knew what you were talking about.”
The jackass chorus chimed in again with grunts and guffaws. Then the duster-wearing Derek, the tallest of the trio, even without his ten-gallon hat, reached onto Luce’s plate and started to help himself to her grilled cheese.
Andy stood up. But Evan had already grabbed Luce’s fork and whacked the back of Derek’s hand with it. The boy yelped.
“Yo, forget it, DJ.” Riggs Applebee tugged Derek away from the table.
“Sit down, hero.” Kyle pushed Andy back into his chair.
“Leave him alone, you big bozo,” Luce shouted at Kyle.
He glared at her for a moment, then he grinned. “Yeah, right, Cinder-elephant!”
“You know Sheriff Carson comes in here all the time,” Lucinda reminded Kyle, though her gaze was aimed at Andy, who looked painfully embarrassed.
“I’m shivering in my boots” was Kyle’s brilliant response.
Cam felt a shock of recognition, as if she knew him, remembered his chip-toothed snarl, his menacing posture.…
He was looking at her now. “Yo, Doublemint girl. Something on your mind?”
Did he know what she was thinking? Was he more than just a bully; was Kyle Applebee, like Shane, one of Thantos’s messengers?
Doubtful,
Alex answered Cam’s unspoken question,
but he is definitely a rank dude.
Rank? Understatement alert,
Cam retorted angrily.
Don’t ever diss Bree to me again! Compared to your hometown clowns, she’s
—
But Alex had tuned out.
“Tell them,” Luce was whispering to Evan, who was looking ill since his so-called crew had showed up. “You’ve got to tell them. Alex can help you. I’m sure of it.”
Evan gloomily dismissed his old friend. “You’re sure,” he whispered back. “What, are
you
going psychic now? Alex can’t do anything about this. And neither can anyone else. It’s going to happen, that’s all. And you’d better do what I told you.”
“Let’s go, Fretts,” Kyle ordered Evan. “We’ve got… stuff to do—”
“What kind of stuff?” Cam asked as Evan tossed his napkin on top of his half-eaten hamburger.
Kyle gave her a hard look. He pulled out his lighter again and began flicking it on and off compulsively. “Yo,Alex Two,” he warned Cam, “keep your nose out of it, okay?”
“Watch how you talk to her, Kyle. She’s a friend,” Evan told him, reluctantly sliding out of the booth.
“Maybe, kung fu, but where is she going to be next week, huh?” Kyle held the flame alongside Evan’s cheek. Evan pushed the older boy’s hand away.
“Yeah, who’s going to watch your back next week?” Derek challenged him.
“So, Riggs, how’ve you been?” Alex tried to reroute them. “What’ve you been up to? Want a fry?” She held up a greasy potato stick.
“Call that a fry?” Kyle made a face as his brother reached for it.
Derek knocked the french fry out of Riggs’s hand. “Yo, don’t you remember from school? She’s a
“Just visiting,” Alex said, but Riggs had just seen Cam and his small puffy eyes were bugging. He let out a low whistle. “Jeez, you guys could be twins.”
“Duh, Riggs,” Lucinda murmured. “That’s ’cause they are.”
“Didn’t you hear?” His older brother, Kyle, snickered — and Cam noticed that he had a chipped front tooth. “They cloned weird girl. Ain’t that right, Piggy?”
Lucinda reddened and lowered her head. Kyle moved the flame of his lighter near her cheek.
“Quit it, Kyle,” Andy hollered from his table.
Kyle blew out the flame and stuffed the lighter back into his pocket. “Man, I wouldn’t take her to a dogfight ’cause I’m afraid she’d win,” the ponytailed stooge taunted. His partners giggled and snickered.
Evan started to get up, but Alex grabbed his hand.
“Call me when your IQ hits room temperature,” Cam blurted out.
“Whoa.” Kyle turned to her. “That sounded really cold. I bet I’d be bummed if I knew what you were talking about.”
The jackass chorus chimed in again with grunts and guffaws. Then the duster-wearing Derek, the tallest of the trio, even without his ten-gallon hat, reached onto Luce’s plate and started to help himself to her grilled cheese.
Andy stood up. But Evan had already grabbed Luce’s fork and whacked the back of Derek’s hand with it. The boy yelped.
“Yo, forget it, DJ.” Riggs Applebee tugged Derek away from the table.
“Sit down, hero.” Kyle pushed Andy back into his chair.
“Leave him alone, you big bozo,” Luce shouted at Kyle.
He glared at her for a moment, then he grinned. “Yeah, right, Cinder-elephant!”
“You know Sheriff Carson comes in here all the time,” Lucinda reminded Kyle, though her gaze was aimed at Andy, who looked painfully embarrassed.
“I’m shivering in my boots” was Kyle’s brilliant response.
Cam felt a shock of recognition, as if she knew him, remembered his chip-toothed snarl, his menacing posture.…
He was looking at her now. “Yo, Doublemint girl. Something on your mind?”
Did he know what she was thinking? Was he more than just a bully; was Kyle Applebee, like Shane, one of Thantos’s messengers?
Doubtful,
Alex answered Cam’s unspoken question,
but he is definitely a rank dude.
Rank? Understatement alert,
Cam retorted angrily.
Don’t ever diss Bree to me again! Compared to your hometown clowns, she’s
—
But Alex had tuned out.
“Tell them,” Luce was whispering to Evan, who was looking ill since his so-called crew had showed up. “You’ve got to tell them. Alex can help you. I’m sure of it.”
Evan gloomily dismissed his old friend. “You’re sure,” he whispered back. “What, are
you
going psychic now? Alex can’t do anything about this. And neither can anyone else. It’s going to happen, that’s all. And you’d better do what I told you.”
“Let’s go, Fretts,” Kyle ordered Evan. “We’ve got… stuff to do—”
“What kind of stuff?” Cam asked as Evan tossed his napkin on top of his half-eaten hamburger.
Kyle gave her a hard look. He pulled out his lighter again and began flicking it on and off compulsively. “Yo,Alex Two,” he warned Cam, “keep your nose out of it, okay?”
“Watch how you talk to her, Kyle. She’s a friend,” Evan told him, reluctantly sliding out of the booth.
“Maybe, kung fu, but where is she going to be next week, huh?” Kyle held the flame alongside Evan’s cheek. Evan pushed the older boy’s hand away.
“Yeah, who’s going to watch your back next week?” Derek challenged him.
“So, Riggs, how’ve you been?” Alex tried to reroute them. “What’ve you been up to? Want a fry?” She held up a greasy potato stick.
“Call that a fry?” Kyle made a face as his brother reached for it.
Derek knocked the french fry out of Riggs’s hand. “Yo, don’t you remember from school? She’s a
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