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“Jury’s still out. I’ll have to let you know in a few days,” I said with a mischievous smile. As I said it, I wondered if I’d accidentally changed part of my personality when I’d done the other spells. I’d never been this bold with a guy before, let alone with someone I had an enormous crush on. But there I was, flirting with Asher. My biggest crush. A guy who was both mysterious and bold, classically good-looking but one of a kind. He had a motorcycle, but he wasn’t a bad boy. He was perfect.
“So, there was no breakup?” he asked.
“Breakup? Why would you think that?”
“Well, girls tend to perform extreme makeovers on two occasions: when they’re going through a bad breakup or if they’re hiding from the law,” he said seriously. “Now, you don’t look like a girl who committed a crime in the past few months, so the only logical thing left is a breakup.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Neither. You really need to work on your theories of women,” I said. “Though, I will admit the breakup thing tends to be right. Where did you learn that little secret?”
“I have a younger sister, Abby. If I’m nice to her, she tells me things.”
“Ahhh, gotcha,” I said, trying to place the name of his sister with a face. But no one came to mind. About 2,500 kids went to our school, though, so it was possible not to know everyone that walked the halls. “No breakup, just a birthday. Sweet sixteen. And it was time to try something . . . different.”
“Well, you look great—not that you didn’t before,” he said, stammering. “Anyways, I’ve got to go. I’m meeting Mr. Jacobsen before class to talk about a project. Talk to you later?”
“Sure. Yeah. That would be fun.”
He gave me that lazy smile of his before heading off ahead of me.
Yep. The magic was totally worth it.
The bell had just rung, signaling that it was lunchtime, and I headed off on my usual walk down to Ms. Zia’s. I was slightly nervous about seeing her after the uncomfortable conversation we’d had the day before, but I figured I’d mumble an apology, she’d probably do the same, and then we’d go back to our regularly scheduled friendship. As long as we didn’t get on the subject of my new look or The Elite, I was thinking we’d be safe.
I was running through the apology in my head when all of a sudden something clamped down on my left arm. I turned my head to see what it was, but then the same thing happened to my other arm. I was quickly turned around and dragged against my will in the opposite direction.
“Hey! What are you doing!” I screeched.
“Come with us, please,” a familiar girl’s voice said to my right.
“And stop making that noise,” a guy added to my left. “You’re going to make my ears bleed.”
I did what he said, and then looked up to see Eliza on one arm and Wheatley on the other.
“Where, uh, exactly are we going?” I asked, still bewildered by the whole situation.
“The caf, duh,” Eliza answered.
“Why?”
“Because it’s lunch,” Wheatley answered, looking at me like I was even dimmer than people assumed he was.
“I just meant . . . why am I going? With you guys?” I asked as the two weaved us in and out of the crowd and navigated us toward the double doors ahead.
“We want to talk,” Eliza answered. “Get to know you better. You know, what you like, what you do outside of school. We want to know absolutely everything about you.”
“Yay,” I said, trying to fake enthusiasm. Inside, I was panicking at the thought of being given the third degree. There were so many questions they could ask that I didn’t have answers for. Well, I had the answers, I just couldn’t tell them.
“And maybe once you get a little more comfortable around us, you’ll tell me who did your work. I promise I won’t tell.”
I didn’t even bother arguing with her this time, because it obviously hadn’t worked the first time. Eliza was just going to
“Jury’s still out. I’ll have to let you know in a few days,” I said with a mischievous smile. As I said it, I wondered if I’d accidentally changed part of my personality when I’d done the other spells. I’d never been this bold with a guy before, let alone with someone I had an enormous crush on. But there I was, flirting with Asher. My biggest crush. A guy who was both mysterious and bold, classically good-looking but one of a kind. He had a motorcycle, but he wasn’t a bad boy. He was perfect.
“So, there was no breakup?” he asked.
“Breakup? Why would you think that?”
“Well, girls tend to perform extreme makeovers on two occasions: when they’re going through a bad breakup or if they’re hiding from the law,” he said seriously. “Now, you don’t look like a girl who committed a crime in the past few months, so the only logical thing left is a breakup.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Neither. You really need to work on your theories of women,” I said. “Though, I will admit the breakup thing tends to be right. Where did you learn that little secret?”
“I have a younger sister, Abby. If I’m nice to her, she tells me things.”
“Ahhh, gotcha,” I said, trying to place the name of his sister with a face. But no one came to mind. About 2,500 kids went to our school, though, so it was possible not to know everyone that walked the halls. “No breakup, just a birthday. Sweet sixteen. And it was time to try something . . . different.”
“Well, you look great—not that you didn’t before,” he said, stammering. “Anyways, I’ve got to go. I’m meeting Mr. Jacobsen before class to talk about a project. Talk to you later?”
“Sure. Yeah. That would be fun.”
He gave me that lazy smile of his before heading off ahead of me.
Yep. The magic was totally worth it.
The bell had just rung, signaling that it was lunchtime, and I headed off on my usual walk down to Ms. Zia’s. I was slightly nervous about seeing her after the uncomfortable conversation we’d had the day before, but I figured I’d mumble an apology, she’d probably do the same, and then we’d go back to our regularly scheduled friendship. As long as we didn’t get on the subject of my new look or The Elite, I was thinking we’d be safe.
I was running through the apology in my head when all of a sudden something clamped down on my left arm. I turned my head to see what it was, but then the same thing happened to my other arm. I was quickly turned around and dragged against my will in the opposite direction.
“Hey! What are you doing!” I screeched.
“Come with us, please,” a familiar girl’s voice said to my right.
“And stop making that noise,” a guy added to my left. “You’re going to make my ears bleed.”
I did what he said, and then looked up to see Eliza on one arm and Wheatley on the other.
“Where, uh, exactly are we going?” I asked, still bewildered by the whole situation.
“The caf, duh,” Eliza answered.
“Why?”
“Because it’s lunch,” Wheatley answered, looking at me like I was even dimmer than people assumed he was.
“I just meant . . . why am I going? With you guys?” I asked as the two weaved us in and out of the crowd and navigated us toward the double doors ahead.
“We want to talk,” Eliza answered. “Get to know you better. You know, what you like, what you do outside of school. We want to know absolutely everything about you.”
“Yay,” I said, trying to fake enthusiasm. Inside, I was panicking at the thought of being given the third degree. There were so many questions they could ask that I didn’t have answers for. Well, I had the answers, I just couldn’t tell them.
“And maybe once you get a little more comfortable around us, you’ll tell me who did your work. I promise I won’t tell.”
I didn’t even bother arguing with her this time, because it obviously hadn’t worked the first time. Eliza was just going to
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