have changed significantly in that amount of time. I cannot elaborate on my classes. You wouldn’t understand advanced mathematics even if I tried to explain it.”
Nicholas nodded happily. “It’s good to catch up. Hey, who do you sit with in the classes we don’t have together?”
“I sit by myself,” replied Seiji. “It is pleasant and restful.”
“Cool,” said Nicholas. “I sit with Bobby and Dante. We pull up a third desk so we can all be together in an extra-long row. Dante says Bobby and I aren’t allowed to talk about fencing for more than eighteen minutes at a stretch.”
Seiji squinted. “Dante is such a strange person.”
Nicholas privately agreed, but Dante was Bobby’s best friend, so Nicholas owed him loyalty.
“Don’t think you can call anyone else a weirdo, Seiji.”
“Nor can you!” Seiji said sharply.
Nicholas nodded. “Fair.”
The hallways were filled with boys hooting and jumping and running around and throwing paper airplanes. One got caught in Seiji’s black hair and he halted, a look of affront descending on his face like winter. The thrower of the offending plane retreated hurriedly. Nicholas plucked it out of Seiji’s hair and sent the airplane flying after its maker.
Right after the end of classes, Kings Row was always a zoo, but this was more than the normal rush to escape education. People were high-fiving in midair. Kally and Tanner, who Nicholas knew from fencing tryouts, were playing air guitar and singing to each other. Students were shoving into Seiji, who normally projected a force field and stopped strangers from touching him by will alone. Nicholas saw someone leap up and grab the top of the arched doorway leading to the stone steps outside. He was starting to think there was something unusual going on.
Eugene ambled over to them in the middle of the chaos. He was grinning broadly.
“So, are you guys going to Kingstone Fair?” he asked.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Nicholas.
“I never go places,” answered Seiji.
Eugene seemed daunted by this response to his conversational overtures.
“See, the thing is, Eugene, unless you or Bobby or Dante tell us about something, we’re not going to know about it,” Nicholas explained. “We have no other friends at Kings Row. Nobody talks to me because I’m a vandal with a scholarship, and nobody talks to Seiji because… well, because…”
“Because of my personality,” said Seiji.
Nicholas nodded. “Right, because of that.”
“Or lack thereof,” Seiji added in a brisk, factual tone.
Nicholas raised his eyebrows. “Oh, you’ve got one,” he said. “Don’t know that I can describe it, but you’ve got one.”
Eugene slapped Seiji on the back. “Totally, bro.”
Seiji endured being slapped on the back, his jaw setting. Another boy whooped and swung around a marble bust of a former principal. Seiji gave him a look, and the boy backed away.
“Kingstone Fair is held in the woods on the other side of Kingstone,” Eugene told them, seeming happy to share his lofty experience with the freshmen. “It’s every September. Everyone’s really excited to go. There’s fried dough.”
Seiji’s interest seemed caught. “This is a popular social event?”
“Yah, bro, obviously. Fried dough!”
Eugene offered Seiji a fist bump over fried dough. Seiji made a fastidious shape with his mouth, and glanced at Nicholas in search of help. Nicholas intervened to accept the fried-dough fist bump.
“So everybody will be at this fair,” mused Seiji. “And the school will be deserted. What a perfect opportunity.”
“To go to the fair!” Nicholas nodded with enthusiasm. “Let’s all go together! As a team.”
“I do not intend to go to the fair, Nicholas,” said Seiji. “It seems frivolous. I meant it was a perfect opportunity for me to catch up on some of the training I’ve been missing by having indulgent breakfasts. It’s also a perfect opportunity for Eugene to take you away from school so that I can have some peace. As Eugene and I were talking about earlier. Remember, Eugene?”
Seiji’s tone was slightly sinister. Eugene’s eyes went wide.
Nicholas ignored this in favor of complaining to Seiji. “If you’re in the salle and I’m in our room, you could still have peace.”
“Not enough peace,” said Seiji. “You could show up at the salle at any time. You often do. I wish you to be entirely off the premises, so I may attain complete peace of mind. Eugene will take you away. As previously discussed.”
Nicholas had no objection to going to the fair, but Eugene seemed shaken. Maybe he was afraid of heights? They didn’t have to go on the Ferris wheel or anything.
“Whoa, bro,” Eugene remarked in hollow tones.