“She’s never been a fan of Cole and she had the same gut feeling about you, that you were trouble. I ignored her.”
Not because he’d liked me, but because he’d wanted to know what I could do for—or against—the zombies. “Hate to break it to you, but all girls are fans of Cole. Anyone who says otherwise is lying.” Even when I was mad at him, I was attracted to him.
“After what he did to me, Jaclyn wants him pulverized.”
“So she knows what you do?”
“Who do you think recruited me?”
The bell rang and class began, stopping me from prying further. Kids shoved their backpacks underneath their desks, their clothes rustling as they faced forward.
An announcement was made about the football game—we’d won—and cheers abounded. A pep rally was scheduled for the coming Friday, eliciting even more cheers.
It took Mr. Butthole a good ten minutes to calm everyone down before he could begin his lecture. (What was his real name again?) I was too lost in my head to pay attention. I wanted to know more about the people Justin and his sister worked for, what their goal was. Couldn’t be the destruction of the zombies, as Cole said they liked to claim. Otherwise they’d work with Cole.
Just before the bell erupted to signal class was over, I was summoned to Dr. Wright’s office. I knew why she wanted to see me, and I wasn’t happy. I dragged my feet. In the office, the receptionist waved me right in.
Dr. Wright sat behind her desk, as prim and proper as ever, dressed in a dark business suit with her hair pulled back in a bun.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, hands linked over a file.
“Much better, thank you.”
“Excellent. And you’ve come to grips with what you’ve learned?”
“For the most part.”
“And you won’t discuss it with other children?”
I’m not a child. “No.”
The wheels on her chair whined as she leaned back. “I’m interested in your ability.”
Bingo. Exactly what I’d feared.
“Have you better considered how you see those glowing smudges?”
“Well, yeah.” Who wouldn’t have?
“And?”
“And some people have abilities like that, while some don’t,” I said.
There was a slight flare of impatience in her eyes. “I know that much already. Do you think you were born with it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Could your father see them?”
“I don’t know.”
She drummed her fingernails against the arms of the chair. “My guess is yes, yes, you were born with the ability. But then I have to wonder why nothing like that has ever happened to you before.”
Two could play the supposition game. “Why do some people develop tumors later in life, but not in childhood? Why are all kids born with blue eyes, but most change colors after a few months?” My own impatience shone through my tone. Either I was a part of the group or I wasn’t. Continued suspicions from the adults would cause the kids to doubt me, too.
She adjusted her glasses, debating what to do with me, I’m sure. “You can trust me, Ali. I developed the ability to see the zombies at the age of twelve, after a car accident, like you. I was shocked, as you can guess, but I did my best to continue on with my life. It wasn’t until I took over this school and noticed the odd behavior of Cole’s group that I realized others could see them, too. Then Cole’s father came around, hoping to find someone to aid the cause, and I was all over it. And it should soothe you to know that even though they needed me, they kept me at a distance for the longest time. But look at me now.”
“I get what you’re saying.” I didn’t like it, but yeah, I got it.
“In the meantime, come to me with any problems. I’m here to help you.”
“I will,” I said, and I meant it. She was tough as nails, but she meant well. And like me, she was curious. She wanted answers.
“All right, then. Back to class with you.”
Relieved, I left the office. The hallways were filled, ready to burst. Frosty was waiting at my locker. I tried to pass him, but just like before he dove into action and kept pace beside me.
“Cole was suspended for the day,” he announced.
The unexpected news had me tripping over my own feet to face him. “Why?” And why hadn’t Dr. Wright mentioned it?
A casual shrug of those big shoulders. “Nothing unusual. He tossed a few kids around because they couldn’t keep their mouths closed.”
About my sluttiness, no doubt. “Dr. Wright should have let him off the hook.” But I now knew why she hadn’t mentioned it. I would have protested—loudly.
“When the crime is committed in front of a roomful of people, she can’t. Anyway, he wanted you to know he still plans to pick you up after school.”
Good. We had some training to do. “Okay. Thanks.”
“As for lunch—”
“If you tell me I can’t hang out with my friends anymore, I’ll hurt you!”