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His lips turn up into a smirk. “Right?”
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” I tell him. “Or at least I assume you’re the Parker in the nefarious three.”
He rolls his eyes. “That’s what I’m saying—these kids will never stop being obsessed with you, Henley. Because you’re not like them.”
I take a step back, my chest aching.
I’m not like them.
I’ll never fit in. Never have friends.
“I better get in there,” Parker says, completely unaware that he’s just crushed me. “But I’ll be seeing you around, Henley.”
I lift my hand to wave at him, but barely notice as he walks past.
Public school is way worse than I thought it would be.
2
Who wants to be friends with a freak?
Before next period, I head to my locker. As I’m putting away my books, I see a hand reach over the top of me and deposit something on top of my books. Upon closer inspection, I realize what it is.
A protein bar.
I glance over my shoulder and see Parker. He doesn’t even give me a backward glance. He just walks away with his hands stuffed into his pockets.
My heart warms at the gesture.
At least my stomach won’t be growling in class. I eat it quickly on the way there.
Thoughts of others are still really loud in the hallway, but not everybody is thinking about me, so it’s calmed down a little bit.
As I walk into my next class, I brace myself, ready for an assault of thoughts. Thankfully, it’s not nearly as bad as it was this morning. The teacher points me toward an empty desk and begins class. It’s not until I pull my notebook out that I notice who I’m sitting beside.
Parker.
I let out a breath of relief.
The boy in front of me turns around abruptly. He sniffs the air, giving me a curious look. His blond hair is disheveled and his blue eyes home in on me, one side of his mouth turning up into a smirk.
I lower my head, not wanting to look at him. Something about his eyes makes me want to hide.
I hear somebody snicker, so I look over and see Parker shaking his head at the blond boy.
“Losing your touch,” Parker mumbles under his breath.
I look at Parker, then back at the boy in front of me. I was so busy tryingnotto look at him that I didn’t even notice—he’s silent too. No thoughts. Nothing.
Curious, I glance around the room. Out of the twenty five kids in the room, I can only hear about fifteen of them. The rest are completely silent. And the silent ones keep glancing back at me. I notice a couple of them sniff the air.
“Do I smell bad or something?” I whisper to Parker.
Parker doesn’t say a word, but the boy in front of me snorts.
“You smell good, Vixen. Don’t worry.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Vixen?”
