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“Yeah, but,” he jabbed the knife at the door, trying to weaken it at a different angle, “I’m not creative like he was. I just play what’s on the page. People think it’s cute when you’re five. Now I’m just that guy with a music hobby. The only reason they like it now is because I can fill in concert halls. And that’s because the press liked to make a big deal about it while I was growing up.”
“And you’re smart,” I said, refusing to believe he was plain like he was suggesting. “With all those computer things...”
He shrugged, losing traction with his pulling and scraping his knife out. He angled his head, checking the hole he’d made. “I know a few tricks. Nothing anyone can’t learn. I didn’t figure it out myself. I just picked up on what other people did.”
Victor was being ridiculous. He was more than that. Didn’t he see it? “But you... you’re...” I wanted to offer more, but I didn’t know where to start and I was unsure of how to express it.
“Yeah, see?” He smirked, stopping his break-in to look up at me. “Can’t think of anything else? That’s why I’m here trying to bust into these things.” He tapped the open knife against the dial.
I twisted my lips, unhappy with what he thought of himself. I knelt next to him, reaching for the knife. “May I have that?”
His smirk held and he passed it to me. “You want to play?”
“You’re not just ... I mean you’re not just normal,” I said. I angled the knife into the door, wedging it like he’d done. I don’t know how he was doing it before, but I seemed to be only bending the metal. Partially. He was right. It was soft by the locks. “You’re better than that.”
He huffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re too sweet.”
“I mean it,” I said. I tried sawing at the lock, doing absolutely nothing to it. “How many hours did it take to learn how to play like you do?”
“Too many.”
“But you did it. And how long did it take you to learn those computer things?”
“I don’t know,” he said. He hovered behind me, and lowered his chin to rest on my shoulder while he watched what I was doing. “A couple of years.”
“And you stuck with it,” I said, trying not to be too distracted, but now his breath fell against my neck and collarbone. And I didn’t want to move to cause him to go away so I focused on trying to pry open the locker by wedging the knife into the lock slot. “Don’t you see? You made yourself more special than normal because you stuck with it. You’re dedicated. And now you’ve got a heap-load of skills on top of it.”
He inhaled deeply and held it. I thought maybe he was rolling his eyes or something and wasn’t going to answer.
His hand slowly glided around my waist. He held my hip.
His head dipped, and his lips met with my neck, close to my shoulder.
I froze instantly, merely hanging on to the knife now. My mind went blank. I had trouble remembering why we were crouched in the hallway in front of smelly lockers.
He kissed once more and kept his lips close to my skin as he spoke. “How’d you end up so beautiful?” he asked.
If I opened my mouth, I would have been babbling. My heart lit up and I turned my head, meeting his eyes.
A brilliant smolder.
I released the knife. It was stuck, anyway, because I’d wedged it in so far.
Victor’s face tilted forward. His nose grazed with mine and his eyes lowered, watching my mouth.
My lips parted in shock. The overwhelming sense of a kiss loomed between us. Here? Now? I wanted him to, but my heart was rattling, afraid we’d get caught.
He stopped short though, and with a painful wince, he backed his head away. The fire eyes locked on my face. “Sang... I... I mean, you and I... I want you to know–”
An echo of footsteps stole my attention. My eyes widened. Mr. Blackbourne was on his way back?
He seemed to understand my panicked look and backed away. I scrambled to get to where I was supposed to be. Victor raked his fingers through his hair, returning to the knife.
I was making my way to the intersection of the hallways. I was turning the corner and ran into someone.
“Sorry, Mr.–” I started to say, ready to make apologizes to Mr. Blackbourne as to why I wasn’t paying attention.
Hands met my hips, steadying me, and I was face to face with Wil.
My mouth fell open. I may have choked. “Wil?” I said it loud enough that I thought Victor would hear.
Wil’s face flushed red when recognition set in. His glasses were tilted on his face. He wore an old pair of jeans and a striped polo shirt which was a little worn at the collar. He held me for such a long moment; I imagined he was just as shocked as I was.
When the initial surprise faded, he released me, backing up a few steps. “God, sorry,” he said. “I... you...”
“No, no,” I said quickly, lifting my hands up and waving it off. “Sorry, I was...” There wasn’t an excuse I could come up with. I was in a secluded hallway and since it was in the middle of third period, it probably looked like I was skipping.
Why was he out here?
Wil rubbed his cheek absentmindedly and then fixed his glasses. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No, I’m fine.”
He nodded and then studied my face. “Did you get lost?”
“Were you going somewhere?” I asked at the same time.
We both chuckled nervously and paused, for me, it was because I didn’t want to admit what I was up to.
And that told me he didn’t want to mention what he was doing, either.
“Are ... are you okay?” I asked, daring to be the one who started this conversation.
Wil twisted his lips to one side, staring at me. I supposed since we didn’t know each other that well, he was trying to figure out if he could confide in me.
“You don’t get to leave school in the middle of a class, do you?” I asked.
“Actually,” he said, his ears turning a brighter shade of red, “I was called in to the office.”
“Oh,” I said. That was a better reason for being out of class than what we were doing. But I got the impression Victor was out of sight behind me, because Wil was focused on me and didn’t seem to look anywhere else. “You’re in trouble?”
“No, someone else is.”
“Who?”
He pursed his lips. “I don’t know. I never know until I get down there. Mr. Hendricks–” He cut himself off and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Wait,” I said. “You mean Mr. Hendricks has you... He makes you go talk to him, too?”
Wil frowned, his face tightening. “Like you, yeah.”
I couldn’t believe it. What did he have Wil doing? “Who does he have you following?” I asked.
His eyebrows lifted. “He has you following people?”
Uh-oh. He wasn’t? I’d only guessed as much since that’s what he seemed to have other people doing, including me. Technically, I was supposed to be following anyone of interest on the Academy team. I fumbled, not wanting to reveal what I was doing and having to explain the Academy to anyone. “What does he have you do?”
He glanced up and down the hallway. “We shouldn’t talk here,” he said.
“Why?”
“Someone–” He stopped and shook his head, focusing on me. “Do you... I mean, don’t take this the wrong way. Or I... I wouldn’t ask but...”
“Wil?” I prodded carefully, trying to sound encouraging.
His eyes diverted to the floor. “If you can give me your phone number, I can call you,” he said, the redness in his cheeks rising.
My cheeks felt hot, too. “Of course,” I said, and then realized I didn’t know what my number was. It got changed not too long ago.
He lifted his head meeting my eyes again with the start of a smile. “You would?”
I didn’t understand his question. Why would I have a problem with it? I used to not be able to give out my phone number, but if he needed someone to talk to about Mr.
Hendricks, and I certainly wanted to know more about what Mr. Hendricks was up to, wouldn’t befriending a few of the people in on this help out?
I grunted internally when I realized my phone was in my bra. I glanced at his chest to avoid his eyes while I took out my phone. Staring hard at the screen to avoid what he might have thought of me keeping it there, I started tapping at the surface of the phone to figure out how to find out what my number is. “I... don’t use this too much,” I said as an excuse for my fumbling.
Wil parted his lips to say something, stopped and then held out a hand. “May I help?” he asked.
