“I guess that’s settled,” Ashley said, her green eyes going back and forth between Bryan and me. “Is it?” I asked hopefully. Maybe desperately.“Yeah. You’re a novelty. End of story.” She continued to study us, the pale, freckled skin of her forehead scrunching together. I sighed in relief, and Ashley glanced at Ella and Preeti.“I think we’ve made Sera uncomfortable enough for today,” she added when she realized her friends were having difficulty switching gears. “Let’s change the subject. Tell us about yourself, Sera.”Ella and Preeti focused on me, eager to get information.“There’s not much to know,” I said, grateful for the change in conversation. “I like to jog.”“Oh, and you’re on crutches,” Preeti said. “I’m sorry you can’t jog right now because of your injury.” “Thank you. I’ll survive.” I smiled. “What about all of you?”“Ashley does ballet,” Ella said, pointing to Ashley. “That’s where the long limbs and excellent posture come from. Unlike me, who stomps around ungracefu
“You’re both new here?” Ella asked, looking back and forth between Bryan and me. Alarm bells were ringing in my head like sirens.“Yeah,” Bryan answered. “So you didn’t already know each other?” Ella asked, her light brown eyes darting between us in confusion. “It seems like you two go way back.”“Uh,” I started, hoping I didn’t sound as rattled as I felt. “No. We met yesterday when Bryan saw me inelegantly sprain my ankle. The Good Samaritan in him felt obligated to help. Of course, that requires he shadow me, so, here we are,” I offered in explanation.“You’re such a gallant giant, Bryan,” Ashley joked while Preeti nearly swooned.“Well, I couldn’t just leave her there on the floor,” he joked back.“That’s why you call him a boy scout,” Ella said. “Yeah,” I mumbled.“Now we’re on the same page,” Ella continued. “Bryan is a giant, gallant boy scout because he steps up when he sees a girl get injured. We should get him a merit badge. I’m sure there’s something for rescuing a damsel
I returned the crutches to the nurse’s office at the beginning of the fourth week of school. The morning I walked into Calculus without them, something happened. “Look at you,” Crew said as I sat at my desk. “Walking all by yourself. Must feel good.”“Sure,” I said indifferently. It did feel good, but I wasn’t going to give him fuel for conversation.“And now you don’t have the crutches as an excuse not to hang out with me.”I winced. I had been dreading this moment. I thought Crew would lose interest by this point, but I was wrong. I had used the crutches as the reason I couldn’t go out with him whenever he asked over the past few weeks. It may have been the reason I kept the crutches longer than I needed them. “That means we’re hanging out soon,” Crew continued. He looked pensive for a moment. “Maybe today. Yeah. Today. Why delay the inevitable?”He swiveled in his seat to face me. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. He reached over and pulled my desk and chair towar
I’m never surprised when I spot a bad guy. They always show up eventually. Seeing the man who died saving my life when I was a child? Well, that made me look twice. Literally.I was on my way to second period at my new school, Sonoran Sunset High, when I noticed him from the corner of my eye. I did a double take, and my eyes locked onto him in disbelief. It felt like I was dreaming. My head turned to follow him in slow motion as I was transported into my very first memory—my boarding school being attacked, everyone inside killed, and the building burned to the ground. I only made it out alive because a teacher, Mr. Finn, shoved me out the door and told me to run while he stayed to fight. I assumed he was killed along with everyone else. Seeing him alive in the very hallway I was walking down was more than a shock. It took me a moment to snap out of my stupor. I needed answers about what had happened that day, about the monsters that attacked the school, where he had been all these
“Where’s your next class, Sera Frey?” Crew asked after class.“W-173,” I said on my way to the door. I knew this guy wouldn’t give up.“I’ll walk you there.” “I’d rather you didn’t.”“It’s no problem. My next class is in the West building too.”“Right. Because I was so worried about putting you out,” I said sarcastically. I couldn’t help but scan the crowd of students for Mr. Finn as we walked through the hallways. I knew the chances were slim that Mr. Finn was here, but maybe it hadn’t just been my imagination. Maybe I saw a real person who just happened to look like Mr. Finn. That would at least tell me I wasn’t having some kind of psychotic break. A sea of students fought to get around each other, and I grabbed onto Crew’s shirt so I could walk in his wake. He was a lot bigger than me and could better forge a path through the madness. I couldn’t see much. At five-foot-one-inch, I was considerably shorter than everyone walking by me. I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t spot Mr. Finn
Maybe I was hallucinating again. I tore a piece of paper from my notebook, crumpled it, and threw it at him. It bounced off the back of his head and landed on the floor. He was real.And he was turning around to see what had hit him.“I missed the garbage can, sorry,” I blurted, jumping out of my chair to grab the paper and introduce myself to him. After all, the last time he had seen me I was a child. He might not automatically recognize me. “You mean you weren’t trying to pelt me in the head?” he asked. His eyes went big as my foot caught on something and twisted. A few seconds later, I was sprawled out on the industrial-grade carpet, and he was kneeling beside me. “Are you okay?” he asked.I was not thinking rationally. I was too focused on the fact that I’d found Mr. Finn. So, instead of responding like a normal person, I looked up at him from the floor and spoke frantically.“I’m Ser—ow!” Pain shot through my ankle as I tried to get up.“Uh, are you okay?” he asked again.“No—o
“Well, yeah.” Bryan had an almost offended look on his face. “How do you know where I live?” I asked, hoping my voice sounded normal and he didn’t notice how tense I was.“I live next door to you,” he said like I was a brain injury patient.“Oh,” I said stupidly. I relaxed and shook my head. “Really?” I had been in that house all summer. How had I not noticed him before this?I knew the answer. I hadn’t been paying attention. I had checked out once I arrived at my new foster home in Mesa. “Yeah,” Bryan continued. “I wondered if I offended you somehow since you moved in two months ago and didn’t once acknowledge my existence until today.”“Oh, no. I didn’t notice you. I’m sorry.”“Well, I’m glad you have terrible aim.”“What?”“Do you not remember missing the garbage can and accidentally noticing me today?”“Right,” I said. “Again, sorry about that.”“Don’t be. I’m not. You ready?”“If you’re sure it’s not too much trouble,” I said. Usually, I wouldn’t have dreamed of letting someone
The next morning as I was getting ready, I noticed I needed a haircut. I purposely kept my hair long, so I only had to spend money to get it cut once or twice a year, but it was in bad shape. I had lost some weight too. Apparently, I couldn’t be bothered to eat during my hibernation over the summer. My pants nearly fell off after I zipped them up, and my shirt hung loosely off my shoulders. I looked like a kid in her big sister’s hand-me-downs. I punched a new hole in my belt and cinched it around my waist.I carefully put on my shoes, wincing at the pain in my ankle, and heard what sounded like pebbles hitting my window. When I looked out, I saw Bryan in his room holding a giant bag of Skittles, eating a few then throwing one, eating a few then throwing one. This was my chance to fix the horrible first impression I had made, so I needed to make sure I seemed normal. I opened the window and a Skittle pelted me on the chin.“Eat up,” he called over to me. Balancing on my good foot, I
I returned the crutches to the nurse’s office at the beginning of the fourth week of school. The morning I walked into Calculus without them, something happened. “Look at you,” Crew said as I sat at my desk. “Walking all by yourself. Must feel good.”“Sure,” I said indifferently. It did feel good, but I wasn’t going to give him fuel for conversation.“And now you don’t have the crutches as an excuse not to hang out with me.”I winced. I had been dreading this moment. I thought Crew would lose interest by this point, but I was wrong. I had used the crutches as the reason I couldn’t go out with him whenever he asked over the past few weeks. It may have been the reason I kept the crutches longer than I needed them. “That means we’re hanging out soon,” Crew continued. He looked pensive for a moment. “Maybe today. Yeah. Today. Why delay the inevitable?”He swiveled in his seat to face me. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. He reached over and pulled my desk and chair towar
“You’re both new here?” Ella asked, looking back and forth between Bryan and me. Alarm bells were ringing in my head like sirens.“Yeah,” Bryan answered. “So you didn’t already know each other?” Ella asked, her light brown eyes darting between us in confusion. “It seems like you two go way back.”“Uh,” I started, hoping I didn’t sound as rattled as I felt. “No. We met yesterday when Bryan saw me inelegantly sprain my ankle. The Good Samaritan in him felt obligated to help. Of course, that requires he shadow me, so, here we are,” I offered in explanation.“You’re such a gallant giant, Bryan,” Ashley joked while Preeti nearly swooned.“Well, I couldn’t just leave her there on the floor,” he joked back.“That’s why you call him a boy scout,” Ella said. “Yeah,” I mumbled.“Now we’re on the same page,” Ella continued. “Bryan is a giant, gallant boy scout because he steps up when he sees a girl get injured. We should get him a merit badge. I’m sure there’s something for rescuing a damsel
“I guess that’s settled,” Ashley said, her green eyes going back and forth between Bryan and me. “Is it?” I asked hopefully. Maybe desperately.“Yeah. You’re a novelty. End of story.” She continued to study us, the pale, freckled skin of her forehead scrunching together. I sighed in relief, and Ashley glanced at Ella and Preeti.“I think we’ve made Sera uncomfortable enough for today,” she added when she realized her friends were having difficulty switching gears. “Let’s change the subject. Tell us about yourself, Sera.”Ella and Preeti focused on me, eager to get information.“There’s not much to know,” I said, grateful for the change in conversation. “I like to jog.”“Oh, and you’re on crutches,” Preeti said. “I’m sorry you can’t jog right now because of your injury.” “Thank you. I’ll survive.” I smiled. “What about all of you?”“Ashley does ballet,” Ella said, pointing to Ashley. “That’s where the long limbs and excellent posture come from. Unlike me, who stomps around ungracefu
“Oh my gosh,” Preeti gasped. She had been staring at Bryan but turned to me, her full lips making an “O” and her big eyes comically wide. “Are you the girl everyone’s talking about?”“Uh—” I looked back and forth between Preeti and Ella, taking in their eager expressions. “I think this has been blown out of proportion.”Ella’s head fell back, and her mouth dropped open. Then she laughed and looked at me. “I didn’t think we’d find out who the mystery girl was, much less eat lunch with her.”“There’s really nothing to this,” I said. Please let that be true, or let them get over this fast. I hoped their reactions didn’t represent the whole school. Though, it seemed like the rest of the school was doing all the messaging and spreading of the gossip. It looked like Ella had scrolled through a lot of commentary. I cursed. It was not good to be the topic of discussion for an entire school. Especially one this big. That’s how you get on the bad guys’ radar.“Oh, there’s a lot to this,” Ashley
True to his word, as soon as the bell rang to signal the end of third period, Bryan walked into the room. He let students clear out, then stopped in front of my desk and picked up my books. “Is this one of those better things you have to do?” Ashley asked after she looked him up and down. Bryan raised his eyebrows at me.“Bryan, this is Ashley,” I said, then picked up my crutches. “Ashley Abrams,” she said with a wave and a smile. “Bryan Farris.” He gave her a nod hello.“Bryan is my next door neighbor and a boy scout,” I continued, giving Ashley a look. “I thought I’d sprain my ankle so he could get his merit badge for charity.”“That was thoughtful of you,” Ashley laughed. “Helping out a boy scout.”“I’m not a boy scout. She’s making fun of me,” Bryan explained. He gave me a look, then turned back to Ashley. “I’m actually helping Sera so I can get out of class early.”“You two are a pair of comedians,” Ashley said. She stood up without losing her perfect posture. I don’t think a
“For the love of—” I started. “Save the pissing contest for the locker room, boys,” I said, attempting to de-escalate the situation. “Give me my books, and I’ll manage myself.”“No, I got this,” Crew said, hiding my books behind his back.“Sera, do you want him to carry your books?” Bryan asked me, softening his demeanor.“What I want is to avoid making a scene,” I said, looking back and forth between the two of them. I couldn’t help but notice the students in the background watching us. It must have looked ridiculous to see me, a short, almost emaciated girl, between two tall, buff guys, trying to keep them from fighting each other. “So tell your guard dog to go, and we can get back to living our lives,” Crew said.I knew enough about Crew to know fighting would just make him more aggressive. Best to let him win. I faced Bryan. “I’m so sorry, Bryan,” I said. “He’s not going to let up. It’s easier to just go limp and let it happen. Will you still meet me after third hour?”“Of cours
The next morning as I was getting ready, I noticed I needed a haircut. I purposely kept my hair long, so I only had to spend money to get it cut once or twice a year, but it was in bad shape. I had lost some weight too. Apparently, I couldn’t be bothered to eat during my hibernation over the summer. My pants nearly fell off after I zipped them up, and my shirt hung loosely off my shoulders. I looked like a kid in her big sister’s hand-me-downs. I punched a new hole in my belt and cinched it around my waist.I carefully put on my shoes, wincing at the pain in my ankle, and heard what sounded like pebbles hitting my window. When I looked out, I saw Bryan in his room holding a giant bag of Skittles, eating a few then throwing one, eating a few then throwing one. This was my chance to fix the horrible first impression I had made, so I needed to make sure I seemed normal. I opened the window and a Skittle pelted me on the chin.“Eat up,” he called over to me. Balancing on my good foot, I
“Well, yeah.” Bryan had an almost offended look on his face. “How do you know where I live?” I asked, hoping my voice sounded normal and he didn’t notice how tense I was.“I live next door to you,” he said like I was a brain injury patient.“Oh,” I said stupidly. I relaxed and shook my head. “Really?” I had been in that house all summer. How had I not noticed him before this?I knew the answer. I hadn’t been paying attention. I had checked out once I arrived at my new foster home in Mesa. “Yeah,” Bryan continued. “I wondered if I offended you somehow since you moved in two months ago and didn’t once acknowledge my existence until today.”“Oh, no. I didn’t notice you. I’m sorry.”“Well, I’m glad you have terrible aim.”“What?”“Do you not remember missing the garbage can and accidentally noticing me today?”“Right,” I said. “Again, sorry about that.”“Don’t be. I’m not. You ready?”“If you’re sure it’s not too much trouble,” I said. Usually, I wouldn’t have dreamed of letting someone
Maybe I was hallucinating again. I tore a piece of paper from my notebook, crumpled it, and threw it at him. It bounced off the back of his head and landed on the floor. He was real.And he was turning around to see what had hit him.“I missed the garbage can, sorry,” I blurted, jumping out of my chair to grab the paper and introduce myself to him. After all, the last time he had seen me I was a child. He might not automatically recognize me. “You mean you weren’t trying to pelt me in the head?” he asked. His eyes went big as my foot caught on something and twisted. A few seconds later, I was sprawled out on the industrial-grade carpet, and he was kneeling beside me. “Are you okay?” he asked.I was not thinking rationally. I was too focused on the fact that I’d found Mr. Finn. So, instead of responding like a normal person, I looked up at him from the floor and spoke frantically.“I’m Ser—ow!” Pain shot through my ankle as I tried to get up.“Uh, are you okay?” he asked again.“No—o