forgotten.”
Mr. Wernick grabbed a pen from his shirt pocket and signed the pass. “Good for today only.”
I took my pass back, annoyed that he had ruined my golden ticket.
I continued down the hallway and turned the corner. I peered into Mr. Hayden’s algebra class and noticed Trevor sitting in the fifth row, flirting with a cheerleader.
I hung out in the restroom for what seemed like an eternity and returned to Trevor’s class just as the bell rang.
Mr. Hayden’s classroom door opened and students burst into the hall.
Trevor, still fixated on the pom-pom girl, whizzed right past me.
“Trevor,” I called to my nemesis. But he didn’t hear me.
I caught up to him and pulled his backpack strap until it fell off of the soccer snob.
“Hey, jerk!” Trevor spun around and stopped in his tracks. “Oh, it’s you.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, I need to speak with you.”
“Take a number,” Trevor said, and walked on.
“What did you do to Valentine?” I asked, catching up to him.
“Who’s Valentine?”
“You know who—the Goth kid at Hatsy’s.”
“Oh, that punk?”
“People are saying he tried to choke you. But I know that’s not what happened. Is it?”
“How do you know what he did or didn’t do? You weren’t even there.”
“I just do. Now tell me.”
Trevor paused. “It’ll cost you.” He gazed down at me, his blond eyelashes accentuating his sexy green eyes.
My stomach turned. “Forget it.”
“Forgotten.” Trevor adjusted his backpack and joined the crowd of walking students.
“No, wait,” I said, catching up to him. “Fine. I’ll carry your backpack to class,” I offered.
Trevor didn’t hand over his North Face pack. Instead he turned to me. “Prom. That’s what it will cost.”
I almost gagged. “I’m not going with you. I’m going with Alexander.”
“One slow dance,” he said with a grin.
The thought of slow dancing with Trevor in front of all of Dullsville High made me feel like a contestant on Fear Factor. However, I needed the info. I stuck my hands in my pockets.
“Fine. I’ll do it. Now tell me.”
Trevor seemed pleased. He leaned against a locker and began to tell me his story. “I was sitting in Hatsy’s Diner with my team when this freaky ghost boy walks in. We looked at him as if he’d just crawled out of a grave. The kid didn’t make eye contact with anyone as he walked through the diner. When he reached my booth, he suddenly stopped and stared straight at me—
like he knew who I was. I’d never seen him before, but then I realized he looked familiar—just like Luna’s brother Jagger, only smaller.”
“Did he say anything?”
“No, he went to the counter and ordered fries. The kid was a major freak, so I had to check him out.”
“What did he say?”
“Nothing, he was busy counting his change. He only had sixty-five cents.”
“So…”
“He looked emaciated enough as it was, like he barely had enough blood running through his veins. I took out a five and ordered him a Hatsy’s meal.”
I almost melted. I had no idea Trevor had a nice side. “I’m impressed,” I said truthfully. “Then what happened?”
“I said, ‘Are you Jagger’s brother?’ Then he gave me a death stare and asked, ‘Are you Trevor?’”
I felt chills run down my spine.
“So I asked him how he knew me, but he didn’t answer. Then I asked, ‘How’s Luna?’”
A twinge of jealousy ran through me. “You still like her?” I asked.
Trevor didn’t respond and continued on. “Instead of answering me, the kid looked at me like he’d just seen a ghost.”
“Go on…”
“He seemed confused, like he didn’t know. Then, all of a sudden, he reached out and he put his hand on my neck.”
I was surprised by Valentine’s actions. Instead of hiding like he had at the tree house, Valentine was becoming increasingly daring—this time with Trevor.
“Did you hurt him?”
“No, I called him a freak and pushed him away.
Mr. Wernick grabbed a pen from his shirt pocket and signed the pass. “Good for today only.”
I took my pass back, annoyed that he had ruined my golden ticket.
I continued down the hallway and turned the corner. I peered into Mr. Hayden’s algebra class and noticed Trevor sitting in the fifth row, flirting with a cheerleader.
I hung out in the restroom for what seemed like an eternity and returned to Trevor’s class just as the bell rang.
Mr. Hayden’s classroom door opened and students burst into the hall.
Trevor, still fixated on the pom-pom girl, whizzed right past me.
“Trevor,” I called to my nemesis. But he didn’t hear me.
I caught up to him and pulled his backpack strap until it fell off of the soccer snob.
“Hey, jerk!” Trevor spun around and stopped in his tracks. “Oh, it’s you.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, I need to speak with you.”
“Take a number,” Trevor said, and walked on.
“What did you do to Valentine?” I asked, catching up to him.
“Who’s Valentine?”
“You know who—the Goth kid at Hatsy’s.”
“Oh, that punk?”
“People are saying he tried to choke you. But I know that’s not what happened. Is it?”
“How do you know what he did or didn’t do? You weren’t even there.”
“I just do. Now tell me.”
Trevor paused. “It’ll cost you.” He gazed down at me, his blond eyelashes accentuating his sexy green eyes.
My stomach turned. “Forget it.”
“Forgotten.” Trevor adjusted his backpack and joined the crowd of walking students.
“No, wait,” I said, catching up to him. “Fine. I’ll carry your backpack to class,” I offered.
Trevor didn’t hand over his North Face pack. Instead he turned to me. “Prom. That’s what it will cost.”
I almost gagged. “I’m not going with you. I’m going with Alexander.”
“One slow dance,” he said with a grin.
The thought of slow dancing with Trevor in front of all of Dullsville High made me feel like a contestant on Fear Factor. However, I needed the info. I stuck my hands in my pockets.
“Fine. I’ll do it. Now tell me.”
Trevor seemed pleased. He leaned against a locker and began to tell me his story. “I was sitting in Hatsy’s Diner with my team when this freaky ghost boy walks in. We looked at him as if he’d just crawled out of a grave. The kid didn’t make eye contact with anyone as he walked through the diner. When he reached my booth, he suddenly stopped and stared straight at me—
like he knew who I was. I’d never seen him before, but then I realized he looked familiar—just like Luna’s brother Jagger, only smaller.”
“Did he say anything?”
“No, he went to the counter and ordered fries. The kid was a major freak, so I had to check him out.”
“What did he say?”
“Nothing, he was busy counting his change. He only had sixty-five cents.”
“So…”
“He looked emaciated enough as it was, like he barely had enough blood running through his veins. I took out a five and ordered him a Hatsy’s meal.”
I almost melted. I had no idea Trevor had a nice side. “I’m impressed,” I said truthfully. “Then what happened?”
“I said, ‘Are you Jagger’s brother?’ Then he gave me a death stare and asked, ‘Are you Trevor?’”
I felt chills run down my spine.
“So I asked him how he knew me, but he didn’t answer. Then I asked, ‘How’s Luna?’”
A twinge of jealousy ran through me. “You still like her?” I asked.
Trevor didn’t respond and continued on. “Instead of answering me, the kid looked at me like he’d just seen a ghost.”
“Go on…”
“He seemed confused, like he didn’t know. Then, all of a sudden, he reached out and he put his hand on my neck.”
I was surprised by Valentine’s actions. Instead of hiding like he had at the tree house, Valentine was becoming increasingly daring—this time with Trevor.
“Did you hurt him?”
“No, I called him a freak and pushed him away.
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