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good guys who look like demons. The Chosen are the angelic
ones who are real assholes.”
    “Um…
Okay. Who?”
    “Shannon
and her two lackeys.”
    Caelyn’s
eyes doubled in size. “I knew it!”
    “What?”
    “That
she wasn’t human. The bitch does like three thousand sit-ups a day.”
    I
couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Just watch your back. If you have any
problems, let me know.”
    “Okay,
big brother. Thanks” She disappeared down the hall toward her locker. I
kept walking to find mine and hopefully Jessie.
    I
nodded to the few friends I saw. James Underwood High wasn’t a large school at
all. We had around two hundred kids per grade, making the entire school’s
population around eight-hundred including the teachers and staff. Everybody
knew everybody, and everybody knew everybody’s business. It was both charming
and annoying.
    I
opened my locker and tossed my backpack inside, grabbing only the books I would
need for the first two periods. English and Algebra, my favorite. I didn’t mind
English, but I still bore a grudge against Algebra for turning me into a demon.
Yet another reason why homework should be outlawed. I should move to France. I
heard they were outlawing homework.
    I
closed my locker and jumped. Jessie had been standing behind the door waiting
to scare me. She succeeded. “Morning, sexy,” she said and leaned in
for a kiss.
    “Morning,
beautiful. How are you this fine, fine day?”
    “Pretty
damn good now that I’m not fumbling around the halls not being able to
see.”
    “I
imagine. And what do you think of the beauty that is our fine establishment of
learning?”
    “It’s
boring. I pictured way more color in my head. Maybe I’ll just keep my eyes
closed while I’m here. Except when I’m looking at you of course…”
    “Good
answer. And not a bad idea. I keep my eyes closed for most of the day here,
too.”
    “That’s
because you’re sleeping. Come on. Homeroom. We don’t want to be late.”
    “You
don’t, I do,” I said and took her arm out of habit.
    “You
know you don’t have to lead me around anymore.”
    “Shhh.
Close your eyes,” I said and winked.
    She
snuggled closer, but kept her eyes open anyway. “Thanks.”
    “Anytime.”
    Homeroom
was quick and English seemed to drag on forever. I expected Algebra to take
twice as long to get through. At least we’d have lunch after two more periods
and one of them was PE.
    Everyone
in class was surprised at Jessie walking around without her customary white
cane. It had been the same in homeroom. And walking through the halls. And
everywhere else we went. It was during a flurry of excited congratulatory hugs
and praises that Jessie took her usual seat next to me as Mr. Johnson began his
monotonous drone about exponents.
    “I
hate Algebra,” I whispered under my breath.
    “Yes,
but at least you’re better at it than everyone in the class.”
    I
was a little surprised that Jessie could hear me. I had barely whispered
it. “Yeah, now. I didn’t used to be,” I whispered again to see if she
could hear.
    “I
can’t imagine you being bad at anything.”
    “Who
are you talking to Ms. James?” Mr. Johnson turned and stared directly at
her. I was whispering. Jessie hadn’t.
    “Myself.
Sometimes when I repeat things I have a better chance of remembering
them,” she lied smoothly.
    “Well
do it quietly, please.”
    He
turned and went back to making slash marks across the green blackboard.
“Nice one,” I whispered.
    “Thanks,”
she whispered back.
    “I
love you.”
    “I
love you, too.” She forgot to whisper. Everyone in the class started to
giggle. Mr. Johnson didn’t seem as amused.
    “See
me after class, Ms. James.”
    “Oooh,”
everyone chorused.
    Jessie
blushed and gave me a dirty look. I did my best to look apologetic. I hoped she
didn’t get into too much trouble. “Sorry,” I whispered again.
    “Shhh.”
    “Since
you don’t feel the need to pay attention in my class, why don’t you come