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they’re from him.)
(She wonders if they’re laced with pot.)
Cabel has been sitting in his old spot again the past few weeks. But he doesn’t sleep.
He reads.
Janie sort of wishes he would fall asleep. But she also worries what she might see.
Exams are coming. She opens her math book and studies it. Every now and then, she glances at Cabel, whose back is to her. From what Carrie said, he was at the Hill parties again all weekend. With Shay. And a lot of drugs. Janie sighs. Pulls herself out of the threatening misery and focuses on the math book again. Refuses to go there.
1:01 p.m.
Cabel’s head nods, and jerks back up. He shakes his head swiftly and glances over his shoulder at Janie. Janie looks down. Then he slouches in his chair and puts his chin in his hand. His hair falls softly around his shoulders and over his eyes. Janie reluctantly admires his profile as he turns a page in the book.
His head nods.
The book slips from his fingers.
It doesn’t wake him when it thumps on the table.
Janie feels his energy.
She concentrates, and slips into his dream slowly. Another positive step—she’s learning to control the speed of her arrivals and departures. It’s much easier than—
1:03 p.m.
He’s sitting in a dark jail cell. Alone. Above his head is a sign that says, “Drug Pusher.”
Janie watches from outside the cell.
His head is down.
The scene changes abruptly.
He’s in Janie’s room, sitting on the floor, writing something on a pad of paper. Alone. He looks up at her, beckoning her with his eyes. She takes a few steps forward.
He holds up the notepad.
It’s not what you think.
That’s what it says.
He tears off that sheet of paper. Below it is another sheet in his handwriting.
I think I’m in love with you.
Janie’s stomach lurches.
He looks at the tablet for a long moment. Then he turns to Janie and rips off one more sheet. He watches her face as she reads it.
How do you like my new trick?
He grins at her, and fades.
The scene changes again. Back in the jail cell. The sign above his head is gone.
He is alone. She watches from outside. His head is down. Then he looks up at her.
A ring of keys floats in front of her.
“Let me out,” he says. “Help me.”
Janie is startled. She moves automatically and unlocks the cell. He walks to her, takes her in his arms. He looks into her eyes. He sinks his fingers into her hair and kisses her.
Janie steps out of herself as she’s kissing Cabel. She walks away into a dark hallway and eases herself back to awareness in the library.
She blinks.
Sits up.
Looks at him.
He’s still asleep at his table.
She rubs her eyes and wonders:
How the hell did he do that?
And.
Now what?
1:30 p.m.
He slides into the seat across the table from Janie. His eyes are moist with sleep and mischief. “Well?”
“Well what,” she mutters.
“It worked, right?”
Janie squelches a grin. Poorly. “How the hell did you do that?” she demands.
His face sobers. “It’s the only way I could think of to get you to talk to me.”
“Okay, I get that. But how did you do it?”
He hesitates. Glances at the clock. Shrugs. “Doesn’t look like I have time to explain right now,” he says. “When would you like to go out with me so we can talk about it?” A grin flirts with his lips.
He’s got her cornered.
And he knows it.
Janie chuckles, defeated. “You are such a bastard.”
“When,” he demands. “I promise, all my heart, I’ll be your house elf for the rest of my life if I fail to meet you at the appointed date and time.” He leans forward. “Promise,” he says again. He holds up two fingers.
The bell rings.
They stand up.
She’s not answering.
He comes around the table toward her and pushes her gently against the wall. Sinks his lips into hers.
He tastes like spearmint.
She can’t stop the flipping in her stomach.
He pulls back and touches her cheek, her hair. “When,” he whispers. Urgently.
She clears her throat and blinks. “A-a-after school works for me,” she says.
They grab their backpacks and run. As they slip in the doorway of government class, he shoves a PowerBar in her hand.
She sits at her desk and looks at it. She raises her eyebrow at him, from across the room.
“Protein,” he mouths. He gestures like a weight lifter.
She laughs out loud.
Opens it.
Sneaks bites when the teacher isn’t looking.
It’s not as good as a Snickers.
But it’ll do.
In P.E., they’re playing badminton.
“I’m watching you,” he growls as they