FenceStriking Distance - Sarah Rees Brennan Page 0,47
remarkable to focus on.
“How can you tell when people don’t say what they mean?”
“I just can,” answered Nicholas. “And I just don’t have time for it. You know?”
“What if someone who was that type did do something great?” asked Seiji, thinking of Jesse.
Surely Jesse was allowed to say anything he liked. And Jesse didn’t hurt people who mattered.
Except he’d hurt Seiji.
And those Kings Row boys who’d framed Nicholas didn’t matter, but they’d decided Nicholas didn’t matter and hurt him. Maybe deciding other people didn’t matter always ended with someone hurt.
Nicholas considered the question, and then shrugged. “Saying you’re great still shows you’re worried nobody will notice unless you say it. If you have to say it, how great can you be?”
“Where’s Eugene?” Seiji asked abruptly.
Nicholas blinked. “Uh, think he’s eating with his weight-lifting friends this morning.”
Apparently, Eugene enjoyed darting like a hummingbird all over the room. Why could nobody else dedicate themselves to a proper routine? Seiji sighed and scanned the room until he found Eugene at a more crowded table than any other in the room. Not only were there a lot of students at the table, but they all seemed bulky.
Seiji sighed again and surrendered himself to his fate. He finished his breakfast, and then rose.
“You go on to class without me. I want a word with Eugene.” Seiji hesitated. “You can save me a seat. If you insist.”
Nicholas paused, then smiled. His face was a lot more tolerable when he did that. “I will.”
Seiji wandered gloomily over to the weight lifters’ table, then cleared his throat so Eugene would notice him. Eugene glanced up and went still, his eyes going wide.
“Seiji!” Eugene said. “What are you doing here—I mean, what a surprise. A nice surprise! Hey, guys, this is my fencing bro. And these are my weight-lifting bros, Brad, Chad, and Julian. Brad, Chad, Julian, this is Seiji Katayama.”
Several massive students regarded Seiji with interest. It was like being noticed by mountains in uniform.
“What up, bro?” said Julian, who was the hugest of them all.
Seiji gave him a coolly polite nod.
“Katayama,” murmured Brad. “Right, the one with the stick up his—”
Eugene elbowed Brad with extreme force. Extreme force seemed like the only type of force that would work on Brad.
“Any bro of Eugene’s,” Chad told him benevolently.
Seiji gave him a chilling look, hoping to discourage further awkward conversation. “Indeed.”
He turned to Eugene.
“I was thinking about what you were saying at the midnight feast, about those guys who implied Nicholas would steal. You said we should get them back by, ah… ‘playing a totally excellent prank.’” Seiji had to force out the distasteful quote, and then breathed deeply in relief once he’d accomplished it. “I want to do the prank. What should we do?”
“Oh,” said Eugene. “Oh wow! I totally didn’t think you’d be up for it.”
Seiji leaned forward. “I am. But I’ve never played a prank on anybody before. Explain to me how pranks work.”
A stunning blow landed on Seiji’s back. He supposed this was some of the teen bullying one read about in the newspapers and braced himself for more violence.
Strangely, Chad was grinning at him. The blow was apparently well-intentioned.
“My dude!” said Chad. “Brad was wrong about you. Anyone who’s up for an excellent prank is all right in my book. And you have midnight feasts, too?”
“We drank protein shakes,” said Seiji.
“Righteous.” Chad nodded. “Always keep grinding, but don’t miss out on life. You know how to have fun, Katayama.”
“I really don’t,” Seiji murmured.
The behavior of weight lifters was mysterious, but he had an objective to achieve. Seiji was a goal-oriented person.
“The prank, Eugene,” he prompted.
Eugene blinked rapidly several times. “I hadn’t thought it out. Just that it’d be good to do one.”
“A strategic plan of attack is vital, Eugene.”
Chad was nodding along with Seiji. This was only common sense. Chad understood.
“Uh… okay!” said Eugene. “Here’s a good prank: So you coat a bar of soap with clear nail polish, which I think Bobby has, so we could borrow it from him, and then the soap won’t lather. They’ll be so annoyed in the shower!”
“These people strike me as unwashed miscreants,” said Seiji. “That prank is inadequate. Next suggestion, please.”
Eugene coughed. “Right, so… you creep sneakily into their room and hide an egg in there. Then their room gets really stinky and they don’t know why! Hilarious.”
Eugene nodded with increasing conviction. Chad began nodding, too. Seiji was disappointed in them both.
“No,” said Seiji. “The point of the prank is to teach these people a lesson.