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  “I'm going to pulse Andrea and let her know we ran into you guys and we're still at the ice cream shop.”

  “She gonna buy that?” Jonesy asked.

  We all turned to Jade.

  She nodded. “Yeah, she figures I'll sit here, staring at Caleb, then with you two showing up, we'd stay longer. And, the bonus is I don't have to lie. We did have ice cream, we did see you guys here.”

  “ 'Stare', at me?”

  “Yeah, it's like a joke. She thinks that I stare at you when you're around.”

  I felt a goofy grin on my face.

  Jade staring at me. I could get used to that.

  The Js ignored us, shoveling ice cream. Jade and I smiled at each other. Another weird girl thing: Jade got her ice cream in a cup. That was like against a religion. I didn't know whose, but somebody’s.

  We finished up, separating the trash and slipping out the door into the early summer heat.

  “Wow, it's hot,” Jonesy complained.

  “No, it's just that they had the air conditioning in there set on frigid,” Jade corrected.

  The Js and I looked at each other.

  “It was perfect in there,” John said.

  I nodded, that's what I thought.

  “Well, I get cold easy and they had the air on and I was eating ice cream,” Jade said, see my logic?

  We didn't.

  It felt like a raging inferno out here and decent in the ice cream shop.

  We shrugged, girls.

  The Js took off toward their houses and I got Jade back to hers, giving her a quick kiss. Actually, I let my mouth linger on hers just a little bit, then took off for my place.

  Riding up to the front door I saw Onyx with his cold, wet nose pressed to the narrow window, tail wagging.

  The Boy has returned and made the good word smells in my head. The Dog wagged his tail harder.

  I tore open the door and closed it quietly behind me. Onyx was on my heels as I walked into the kitchen and Mom was there of course. She and Dad were talking in conspirator’s tones. I gave Onyx's head a good rub.

  Thunk, wag-wag.

  They looked up as I strolled in. “Whatcha doing Parental Unit?” Snagging a peanut butter-chocolate chip cookie.

  “Hey,” Mom fumed. “Those haven't cooled for the jar.”

  I paused, cookie halfway to my mouth. “Okay and that makes what sense? Does it matter if I take it from the plate before it goes into the jar or after it's cooled and in it?”

  Dad was grinning in the background. “I like the cookies to cool first,” she emphasized. “Then, I've got more cookies to put in the jar. There are less cookies when you vacuum them off the plate before I can put them in their proper place.”

  Weird Mom-logic.

  I sat there with the cookie in my hand.

  “Ugh! Just eat it, but no more!”

  Dad grabbed one off the plate before Mom could put them all in the jar. She glared at him but he was spared the “cookie jar speech.”

  Mom turned and opened the fat chef dude in blue cookie jar and carefully placed the cookies inside.

  Dad gave me the look. “So what did you and the LeClerc girl do tonight?” he asked with interest.

  That was easy.

  “We went to the ice cream shop.”

  “On East Hill? Terhune's?”

  “Yeah, that one.”

  “I liked it when it was Baskin-Robbins,” Mom said.

  “Remember Shakey's Pizza?” Dad asked to no one in particular.

  Mom nodded. “Those were the days, all you can eat and we'd just walk over there from KM.”

  “Mom, that's a derelict school now.”

  “Caleb. You understand 'diversified' is appropriate.”

  “Yeah. But derelict sounds better.”

  “It depends on who's listening, I suppose. I'll admit it's a great adjective,” Mom said.

  Was Mom conceding my victory on a non-politically correct word?

  “KM is Vo-Tech. now, right?” Dad asked Mom.

  “Yes.”

  “Well, pal, I guess you won't have to worry about the 'derelicts' as you'll be attending KPH.”

  Mom frowned. Secretly, I think Dad really liked my sense of spontaneous language use.

  After supper, I ran upstairs to my clean room, Onyx following. I had saved a cheeseburger chunk in my pocket. I got it out and looked at it. It was no longer plump, summarily squeezed down into a different size altogether, the ketchup and mayo oozing out.

  It looked bad.

  Onyx wagged his tail.

  The Dog smelled something delicious from the Boy.

  I shrugged, I was betting the looks wouldn't matter. It didn't, he engulfed it without a glance.

  “Was that good, boy? Did you even taste it?” I laughed.

  I fell asleep with a book on my chest and Onyx on the foot of my bed. He'd ignored the spot I had made for him. That was the way I liked it.

  I fell asleep with Jade in my mind, choking out other thoughts.

  CHAPTER 28

  Monday arrived with all the kids milling around in the commons waiting to hear which high school assignments they'd have. Everyone was gathered in their tight groups whispering about who went where. Brett was the big topic of conversation as he was a mundane like Jonesy but wasn't going to Kent Lake High. If we were really lucky he'd go to KM; derelict central. He'd fit right in. Of course, there were the inevitable transfers. Some kids came “on-line” late and had to be reassigned. Their abilities had never even tripped the AP Test (that was rare). It felt wrong to split the three of us up, Jonesy was the glue of the group.

  Tiff had strolled up and gave me the “guy-fist.” She wore a flaming red hoodie, pulled halfway down her face, of course, and skin tight black jeans with black tennis shoes. She was leaning forward in earnest now. “It's a good thing that you figured out a hidey-hole for our coolness,” she paused. “Otherwise, we'd be exposed to... The Man,” she finished in a hushed voice.

  “What?” Jonesy asked, baffled.

  Tiff did a hard eye-roll. “Sort of a doofus,” she said.

  “Hey!” John huffed. We could call Jonesy any number of names but no one else could.

  “Whatever,” she waved our indignation away. “Are we still on for the haunted thing?”

  Jonesy nodded thoughtfully. “Well... depends on your behavior. If, and I say, If, you treat me good, then you can come.”

  John and I nodded, we couldn't accept any dissing from the females.

  “I think Tiff is just tired of explaining all her comments is all,” Sophie piped in.

  “Be clearer. The Man? What-the-hell is that?” I asked.

  Jade clarified, “I've heard adults say it like 'the boss' or something.”

  Okay, that made sense.

  “Yeah. 'The Man' is our government,” Tiff repeated.

  “If you say so. Anyway,” Jonesy said real slowly. “We've got a place now...”

  “That Brett and Carson know about,” Jade added.

  “Yeah,” John said dejectedly.

  “... and, 'The Man' isn't going to find it,” I said.

  “What if they lead them to our new spot?” Sophie asked.

  “It's okay, between my skills and Team Dead, we'll be okay.” Jonesy said with surety.

  “Your 'skills'? What skills?” Tiff asked.

  “Hey... I'm the one that comes up with the ideas, plans and other cool stuff to entertain everyone,” Jonesy said.

  John and I were wisely silent.

  “Mostly you get us into trouble,” Jade said.

  Uh-oh.

  “But it's a helluva lot of fun!” Jonesy said.

  The secretary's voice came over the pulse speaker, “Eighth grade students, listen up: stand in line according to your last name in the same formation as Aptitude Testing.”

  We walked to our respective lines. Carson came out of nowhere and stood in my line, both H's, geez.

  “Hey Carson,” I said, feeling the waters.

 
“Don't talk to me, Hart, ya freak.”

  “You too,” I said, a smart grin overtaking my face.

  Carson glared at me. I turned away from him, I could ignore him.

  Jade and Sophie were in line B, and John and Tiff were in line C. I was looking around for Brett and caught sight of him a few people behind Jade. My heart sped.

  He saw me notice him and reached out a hand to touch Jade's hair. Sophie was talking to Jade and her eyes widened. Jade saw her reaction and turned as his hand brushed her face instead of her hair.

  Jade cringed away from the small touch, stepping back. Her eyes found mine and I left the line, striding over to Brett.

  “Don't touch her.”

  “Gets you all fired up, Hart,” Brett smirked.

  “Need another zombie lesson, Brett?”

  Brett's eyes narrowed. “Ya know, someday, you're not gonna have Jonesy or one of your freak zombies around to save your ass, then what? Huh?”

  He looked at Jade. “She lives by me and you're not always around.”

  Brett turned his attention to her. “Yeah, you're a freak like your boyfriend here,” not sparing me a glance, keeping those beady eyes fixed on her. “It's okay if you know what I think. More than okay,” he smiled. Jade shuddered and I put my arm around her.

  Ms. Griswold strode up, arms pumping stoutly by her sides. “Hart, Mason...problem here?” she asked, her nasal voice shredding my eardrums.

  “No problem,” Brett responded.

  Right.

  “Mr. Hart, aren't you in the wrong line?”

  “Ah,” playing dumb, “I don't know.”

  “I think you do. Get going,” she swung her clipboard to indicate line A, “over there.”

  She waited while I gave Jade a squeeze, crossing her arms over her ample chest and tapping her foot. I reentered my line where I had been.

  Carson turned and said, “Nice going, dumbass.”

  “Shut up, Hamilton.”

  Carson turned away, a smile of triumph on his lips.

  The line went on forever but finally I received my ticket which simply said:

  Kent Paranormal High, appear for registration on September 2, 2025, between 7- 8AM for class roster.

  Everyone got their tickets, comparing schools. Jonesy got Kent Lake High, Math and Science. That was expected but there was an addendum which stated:

  Secondary Aptitude Testing for Paranormal abilities will be administered within the first two weeks of instruction.

  We looked at each other, this was new. Once placed in the school which matched your aptitude, that was it.

  John said, “There must be kids slipping notice.”

  We looked at him.

  “There are kids that don't follow a 'puberty time-line,” John made airquotes. “We're not all following the same schedule, you know.”

  That was true. “I thought the AP Tests picked up on” I paused, “that they were sensitive or something.”

  “They are but it's not an exact science.”

  Just what I'd been thinking about earlier.

  Jonesy jumped around like his feet were on fire. “Ya think I may ping the test? Hot Damn!”

  The girls watched the Jonesy-display.

  John sighed. “I didn't say you, I've heard there have been a few kids that sometimes manifest later than the AP Testing.”

  “Weren't the drug companies promising that their shots would be...” Sophie started.

  “Yeah. That everyone would manifest an ability by a certain time.” Jade finished, and Tiff nodded. We'd heard the same spiel, straight out of their pulsemercials.

  “That's what they thought but we're human beings,” John rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Individuals.”

  “What John's saying is we're all alike, but not exactly alike. The drug companies put us in the same box and some don't fit,” I said.

  “Generalizing the population,” John restated.

  “So... I may ping the test?” Jonesy asked again.

  John threw up his hands. “I don't know! They'll see if you join us freaks at KPH.”

  “Nice. I knew I'd have extra skills.”

  “I thought you already had 'skills'?” Tiff asked.

  “Yeah, I do, I said 'extra'.”

  “Whatever,” Tiff said, exasperated.

  Sophie's cheeks had a faint blush as she and Jade walked off to their class. Maybe she was diggin' on the Jonester.

  “Hey!”

  Jade turned. I jogged over to her, pulling her into my body as I slyly looked for adult radar and gave her a nice one right on that luscious mouth of hers.

  “Miss ya,” I whispered, pulling back a little and looking into the green pools of her eyes.

  “Me too.”

  “Give me a break!” Jonesy said. “You guys will live until the end of the day.”

  I turned to him. “The question that you should ask yourself is whether you'll live.”

  Breaking away from Jade, I raced after Jonesy. Both of us flew down the hall, John trailing behind, slowed by his laughing.

  CHAPTER 29

  Finally, Friday arrived and we were doing all the field games which ended in a picnic. If we didn't go to school; no report card, they held it hostage. I knew mine would have a bunch of C's with a couple of B's plugged in there. John would have all A's or be shot when he arrived home. Jonesy always passed into the next grade but didn't do much of anything except Math.

  I was scooping out the crap from my last period class when Jonesy piped in, “... Looks like your room Caleb.”

  I looked critically at the yawning hole that was my desk and saw that there was a treasure trove of pencils and other useful items back there. Well, that worked out.

  John peered in, his face almost touching mine, the frizz of his hair spearing my nose. I could feel it coming on with no way to stop it, “Ahchoo!” I sneezed, blasting the inside of my desk.

  “Hey!” John yelped in surprise, jerking his head up and instantly hitting the table top on his way.

  “Ouch! That hurt like a bitch,” John muttered, rubbing his head.

  “Nice, Terran,” Jonesy said, his eyes rolling to indicate adult radar had noticed his colorful wording. I stood up, just short of wiping my nose on my sleeve, I looked around, spying the tissue box on Ms. Rodriguez's desk and grabbed a couple of them, blowing the goodies where they belonged.

  “Got any gold, Caleb?” Jonesy asked in front of the Hotness that was my English teacher.

  I wanted to die, could a chasm open and suck me in?

  But, thankfully Ms. Rodriguez was all eyes on John, who looked as though he would burst into flames.

  Wonderful. I took that opportunity to notice that Ms. Rodriguez was dressed very summery today with stiletto heels, a tight, white skirt (very short) and a pale yellow blouse. A lacy cami in aqua flashed (a cleavage-hider, that), her hair all dark and flowing around a face that was... angry.

  “You know very well the rules of decorum in this classroom, Mr. Terran.”

  “Yes, Ms. Rodriguez,” John stammered.

  “No vulgar language, understood?” Ms. Rodriguez arched a perfect black brow like a raven's wing.

  John nodded.

  Ms. Rodriguez turned her attention to us and I dry swallowed.

  Jonesy looked ready to crawl up his own ass.

  Rodriguez narrowed her eyes at me. “Mr. Hart... would you,” she pointed a french-tipped nail at my desk, “gather the trash and food stuffs and get them where they belong?” She indicated the trash separator by her desk.

  Sighing, I trudged back over to my desk. Jonesy looked like he had been struck between the eyes with a hammer. Funny, she sorta had that effect on me too. But, since Jade and I got together, not so much. She was still sweet looking, but didn't take my breath away like Jade.

  John had recovered enough to peer back into my desk. He slid one lanky arm all the way back and came out with a colorful ball.

  “A hackey-sack!” Jonesy chortled.

  “A what?”
John asked.

  “See, you're not so smart.”

  “Give it, it's my Dad's,” I said.

  “I want a demo, Hart,” Jonesy said, crossing his arms across his chest.

  “Boys!” Ms Rodriguez almost yelled in warning.

  I leaned forward. “Later...”

  “Okay,” Jonesy relented.

  I stuffed the Hackey-sack in my jean pocket where it made a disturbing bulge.

  “Hey Caleb,” Jonesy looked down at my pocket. “You may want to put that in your back pocket.”

  “Right,” John agreed.

  I stuffed it in the back.

  “Better,” John said.

  We went back to work, John using two pencils to excavate an unknown something.

  It was slimy and gray... no, black. Gross.

  “Caleb, that is truly disgusting,” Jonesy said, awed.

  “What is it?” John said eyeballing it.

  “I don't know.”

  “I want to see,” Jonesy said, leaning forward, giving it an experimental whiff; then he made a barfing noise, running over to the bin labeled Compost and heaved his breakfast into it.

  Ms. Rodriguez left the room, squealing in disgust.

  “That solves it, definitely a food item,” John deduced.

  From the well of the compost bin Jonesy said, “Banana!”

  “Thanks for clearin' that up!”

  John walked it over to the compost bin, giving it a proper burial.

  “I'm going to the bathroom and rinse my mouth out,” Jonesy said.

  “Please,” John said.

  “Thanks for figuring that out. I'll sleep better tonight, now that the mystery is solved.”

  Jonesy waggled his brows. “Look at how I got rid of Rodriguez, huh?”

  That was true.

  Jonesy walked out, John and I scooping out the remaining stuff.

  John said, “How can anyone get three English texts in here? You should be using your pulse-text.”

  “I just like holding the real book.”

  “Three of them?”

  John stacked them in his arms, placing them on the bookshelf. We hardly had real textbooks, everything was pulse this and pulse that. On top were the dedicated pulse readers, all English.