The Avery Shaw Experiment - By Kelly Oram Page 0,32

mock salute. “Science lab. After school. Bring my glorious manly perfection.”

Libby’s posture finally relaxed a little. “Good.”

“Definitely a cat in a past life,” Owen muttered next to me. “But, like, a big scary one that ate people.”

Libby eyed Owen critically for a moment with a raised eyebrow. “And I’m guessing you were probably Adonis . . . or a golden delicious apple because you are positively yummy.”

Owen’s jaw dropped to his lap while everyone else at the table fell apart from laughter.

Libby, in her all-business attitude said, “Call me if you need a date to the prom. Grayson can get my number from Avery.” Then she spun on her heel and left the cafeteria.

Once she was gone Owen—with pink cheeks—turned back around and scowled. “That girl is a menace,” he grumbled as he shoved his sandwich in his face.

It was true, but we all laughed at him again anyway. I even offered to lend him the keys to the condo in Park City for prom night. I almost got punched.

For the rest of the day all I could think about was getting to science club. I know, I know. I deserve to be shoved in a locker or given a swirly for that comment, but it was true. I needed to see Avery.

I was the first one there. Mr. Walden gave me a curious look when I bounded in the door and started pacing the length of the room, but he didn’t ask.

After a minute Avery walked in with Libby and I froze. I’d never been afraid of a girl before, but I honestly had no clue what Avery was thinking, and I had no idea what to say to her.

I wasn’t sure if I should approach her, but then I saw the what-are-you-waiting-for look on Libby’s face, so I crossed the room, scooped her up into my arms and said, “I can’t believe you and Kaitlin went to Vegas and didn’t invite me. Not cool, Aves. I love Vegas!”

Avery let out this strangled laugh and finally threw her arms around my neck. When I set her down, there were tears in her eyes. I dried them for her and then dragged her over to a lab table and pulled out my project journal.

Avery cracked a small smile. “You’re awfully excited for science today.”

I shook my head. “Just anxious to get to the next stage of the experiment. Please tell me we’ve finally reached anger. Libby told me what happened at lunch, and I am so ready for you to slap my brother around.”

“Sorry.” Avery sighed. “I’m definitely still in guilt.”

“Well, I don’t like the guilt stage. Seeing as how I’m the stupid source of your guilt, the result is very dissatisfying for me. There is way too much of you ignoring me going on. A whole weekend of absolute silence, Aves? Unacceptable. I’ve grown way too attached for you to ditch me for four days straight without so much as a text.”

Avery sighed again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I hope you at least had some fun on your weekend off from the Avery Shaw Experiment.”

“No, as a matter of fact, I did not. But you know what does sound fun? Punching Aiden in the face. Or better, watching you punch Aiden in the face. So let’s dump the guilt and bring on the anger. I’ve been waiting for this stage since the day he ditched you.”

“Grayson, stop. I’m not going to punch him.”

“I figure good old confrontation is the best way to trigger it. The debate team meets just across the building. We could all go together. We’ll make it a science club field trip. We could have the geek squad film it for our final presentation at the fair.”

“I resent your use of the term geek squad,” Science Nerd Brandon said, throwing his bulky book bag down on the table across from Aves and me.

Science Nerd Levi plopped down next to him and said, “And I resent the fact that just because we’re smart, you automatically assume we would know how to film your experiments. Not every geek is born with audio-visual knowledge.”

Avery’s science club friends all freaked me out and cracked me up at the same time. Seriously. I’m not sure how Avery and Aiden turned out seminormal when these are the kids they’ve been hanging out with for years.

“Brandon, your shirt is tucked into your pants. You are a geek,” I pointed out. “It’s cool, though. Everyone has their thing. I’m an