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He didn’t want to admit how much he’d liked their scuffle behind the booths.
It was such a contradiction to the argument with Michael, or the confrontation with his grandfather.
She’d said she was going easy, but she’d aimed hard. He’d had to use true effort to deflect without hurting her, nothing like when he practiced with Becca, or fought with Gabriel. Finding a perfect balance took mental energy and forced clarity, and it was nice to put his worry aside for one minute of the night.
He shouldn’t even be at this stupid carnival. None of them should. But what was the alternative? Sitting around the Merrick house listening to Gabriel’s scanner app? Waiting for Guides to come to town again?
Everyone else had a girlfriend. Hunter had clung to the shadows, looking for Calla. She hadn’t made good on her promise yet—but it was only a matter of time.
And then he’d seen Kate.
He shouldn’t have said a word to her.
But every time she crossed his path, he couldn’t stop thinking of those flirting texts, the way she’d been in class that first day.
Here he was trying to protect the whole county from a psychotic pyromaniac, and he couldn’t stop thinking about one random girl.
“You okay?”
He glanced over. Kate was curled onto the bench, her bright hair flashing with the colored lights on the Ferris wheel supports. She looked so perfect, like an angel trapped in this steel car with him, her trendy clothes so at odds with his piercings and rough-cut hair.
It reminded him of Michael’s comment about the picture.
“I’m fine,” he said.
“You were glaring at that bar like you wanted to snap it.” She gestured out at the night sky, where stars hung high above, bright in the crisp air. “It’s a beautiful night.”
“I have a lot on my mind.”
“I know.” She paused. “Want to spill?”
He sighed. For a split-second, he was tempted.
Then Kate shifted closer. “Why don’t you tell me about Calla Dean?”
His head snapped around.
Kate shrugged. “I heard you had a bad relationship with her.”
His jaw tightened. “You heard wrong.”
“Why would she say it?”
“Because she’s—” He stopped himself.
“Because she’s what? A bitch?”
“No. Because she’s nuts.” He made a circular motion at his temple, feeling the pulsing pain of a headache there. “Certifiable.”
“She seemed pretty lucid to me.”
“I guess sometimes you just don’t know about people.” He looked away.
Silence hung in the car for a while, and he looked out at the other students milling around the carnival grounds. Chris and Gabriel were shooting hoops now at a booth, Layne and Becca laughing with them. He didn’t see Nick and Quinn anywhere.
Then he spotted Layne’s little brother, Simon, at the balloon popping booth, tossing darts with a girl who looked like a freshman. Hunter smiled.
Then some guys he didn’t recognize walked over and got in Simon’s face.
