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Gabriel sighed and kept walking. Could everyone see through him today?
“You know I’m a Fifth,” Hunter pressed. “I can sense all the elements. The others might not have noticed, but I did.”
“Good for you.”
“Does this have something to do with why Becca wants to meet at lunch?”
Gabriel stopped. “She talked to you?”
“She dropped a note on my desk in History. What’s going on?”
“We have a dinner date.”
“We do?”
“Yeah.” Gabriel started walking again. “And you might want to bring your gun.”
CHAPTER 3
Layne sat on her bedspread and watched her best friend paint her nails an unflattering shade of purple. Sunset had come and gone, and darkness cloaked her bedroom window.
She couldn’t stop thinking of that quiz, the way she’d changed Gabriel Merrick’s answers.
God, she could have been caught. What had she been thinking?
As if her life weren’t already held together by a fraying thread.
“Your hands look like they belong on a corpse,” she said.
Kara frowned and waved her hand in the air. “I like it. Are you sure your mom won’t care that I’m using it?”
Layne shrugged and looked out the window. Her dad would be home soon, so she should start dinner before too long. Otherwise, her little brother would be raiding the kitchen for Pop-Tarts and potato chips.
“She won’t even know,” she said.
“You know, this is like, the good stuff. They don’t even carry this at the salon where my mom goes. It’s probably twenty bucks a bottle.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “Of course you wouldn’t. I can’t believe you’re related to that woman.”
Layne picked at her own nails, which were short and unpolished. Sometimes she couldn’t believe it, either. Her mom lived in labels, the kind splashed all over fashion magazines. More than once, Layne had seen her with the same bag some celebrity was carrying on the cover of Us Weekly.
Layne couldn’t tell the difference between Gucci and Juicy Couture.
Kara thought this was sacrilege. When they’d first become friends freshman year, Kara would beg to rifle through Layne’s mom’s closet. Layne would sit on the end of her parents’ bed and tolerate it, because a friend was a friend. But Layne finally got Kara to knock it off by saying her mom had found out and was pissed.
A complete lie, of course, but there was only so much staring at fabric that she could tolerate.
Kara wasn’t as smart as Layne, either the only classes they shared were gym and lunch but she was someone to talk to who didn’t call her a lesbian or get in her face about changing test scores.
Spending half her classes with students two years ahead didn’t leave Layne with a whole lot of friendship options.
Since the first day of school, she’d wondered what it would be like to have a guy like Gabriel Merrick talk to her. She’d noticed him right off honestly, what girl wouldn’t? and when Kara told her he had a twin, she’d wondered how fate could create two guys to look like that.
She’d lucked out with that assignment to sit next to him in trig or so she’d thought. He sat behind Taylor Morrissey, who seemed to make it her life’s goal to humiliate Layne every time she saw her. But it also gave Layne a chance to watch Gabriel check Taylor out.
Every. Frigging. Day.
