I popped my neck and tried to block the voices out the best I could. It worked until I heard my name, as clear as day. “Gemma.” At first, I thought maybe someone was trying to get my attention. But when I realized this wasn’t the case—since no one was around—I wondered if whoever was chattering away on the other side of the shelf was talking about me.
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Now I know eavesdropping is very bad.
And I did feel a little bit bad for doing it. But who on earth would be talking about me; me, Gemma Lucas, invisible-barely-known girl that hardly spoke to anyone.
I had to know.
I scooted forward, straining my ears to listen.
“You shouldn’t have left me there alone with her,” a voice grumbled. It was a guy’s voice, deep and almost recognizable.
“What was I supposed to do?” Another voice—a much higher voice that belonged to a girl. It sounded familiar too. “If we want to blend in, we have to act normal. If I get called to the office, I have to go. You should start doing this too, especially when you’re around her. I know we’re not supposed to get close to her, but still…it’s called tack. She’s not stupid. She can probably tell there’s something going on.”
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Were they talking about me? If so, who were theyexactly?
My skin began to tingle with a low buzz of electric static, and I had my answer. Alex.
He was on the other side of the shelf. That meant that the girly voice most likely belonged to Aislin.
This revelation sparked my curiosity even more. Holding my breath, I inched in closer to the shelf.
“You don’t understand.” Alex’s voice dipped lower. “Something weird is happening between me and her.”
“What do you mean?” Aislin asked.
“I’m not really sure how to explain it.” He paused. “It happened the first day we came here. I felt this weird electric feeling when she walked by me. And it keeps getting worse the more I’m around her.” So they were talking about me. Wow. It was amazing what eavesdropping could do.
Not that I was proud that I did it or anything.
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But I didn’t regret it either. Not after hearing Alex say he could feel the electricity. Yeah, I knew I’d already said I was almost certain he could feel it. But now I was absolutely certain. And it made me want to listen more.
But how long was I going to do be able to listen without being noticed. All it would take was for Alex to feel the tiniest buzz, and I’d be caught. He hadn’t felt it yet, though, so…
“Have you told Stephan about it?” Aislin asked.
“No,” Alex snapped. “And I’m not going to. He already has too much to worry about.
The last thing he needs is to find out that Gemma is causing some kind of electrical static thing.”
Before I could stop myself, I let out a gasp. Crap. My muscles tensed as I sealed my mouth shut and held my breath.
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“Yeah, but if it has something to do with the prophecy, he’d want to know,” Aislin told him.
It seemed like they hadn’t heard me. I quietly exhaled, my muscles relaxing a little…Hold on. Rewind. Did she just say prophecy?
“Why would that have anything to do with the prophecy?” Alex said, clearly annoyed. “It’s not about the prophecy. It’s about her. She’s causing it.”
“You don’t know that for sure. Maybe you’re the one who’s causing it,” Aislin suggested. “I mean I know I don’t feel anything like that when I’m around her. For all you know, she might not even feel it.”
“Trust me, she does,” Alex said with confidence.
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inability to breathe when I was around him might have been a bit of a giveaway.
“Alex, I really think you should—” Aislin started.
Alex shushed her. “Just a second.”
“What is it?” Aislin whispered.
The air ceased to an eerie standstill. Had he felt the electricity? If he had, I was so busted. Crap. Now they were going to know I’d been listening. Although I don’t know why this had me worried? They’d been the ones talking about me. They should be the ones worried. But the things they were saying…they weren’t normal. I had to get out of here.
I scrambled to my feet and reached for my bag.
“Gemma,
can
I
help
you
find
something?”
I jumped back, my pulse racing with fear. But it turned out to be only Mrs.
Bakerly. She had a small stack of books in 75/695
her hand and was looking at me with wide eyes. My alarmed reaction must have scared the heck out of her or something.
One thing’s for sure. She’d scared the heck out of me.
“No, I’m fine.” Why, oh why, did she have to say my name? “I was just looking to see if I could…um…find something good to take home with me?”
“Well, if you need anything,” she slid a book carefully onto the shelf, “just let me know.”
“I will,” I told her.
She smiled and walked away.
I whirled my attention back to the other side of the shelf—back to Alex and Aislin.
Had they figured out I’d been listening to them? Were they waiting for Mrs. Bakerly to leave so they could, I don’t know, jump me or something? Yeah, the idea sounded as stupid to me as it did to you but, hey, you never know.
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I couldn’t hear anything, though. Not a sound. Not a peep. My hands shook as I peeked through a sliver of space between two of the shelves. They were gone. Great. Now I had no clue whether they’d discovered I’d been listening or not. Although I was pretty sure they had, which seemed like a very, very bad thing.
This sucked.
One good thing that came out of the situation, though, was that I learned a valuable lesson. If you’re going to eavesdrop, don’t get caught, especially when the people you were eavesdropping on just might be a little off of the rocker.
The stuff they were saying…it was so weird. Like straight out of a science fiction novel weird.
I shook my head and sighed. Something was going on and I needed to find out what. I didn’t know how, though. All I knew was that it was extremely important that I did.
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I could feel it in my bones.
Chapter 5
Like always, when I went to bed that night, I got sucked into my reoccurring nightmare—the one where I was being chased
by
the
glowing-eyed,
cloaked
creatures in the middle of the forest. But surprisingly, the ending took a turn in a different direction.
After the monsters had captured me, and the man with the scar stepped underneath the light of the moon, he transformed into someone else. That someone else was Alex.
His green eyes glimmered hauntingly in the shadows of the night as he grabbed a hold of me. Instead of freezing to death like I usually did, I burst into flames. I woke up frantic and dripping in sweat. And for a split second, I was convinced I really was on fire. So 79/695
convinced that I had to check my body for burn marks before I could calm down.
Everything was becoming too stressful, to the point where I actually considered breaking down and telling Marco and Sophia everything. About Alex and Aislin. About the electricity. Even about the prickle and my feelings. But when I’d gone downstairs to tell them, Sophia had pierced me with a glare before I could even get the words out, and I was quickly yanked back to reality; the reality that I had no one. No one to talk to. No one to tell. No one to help me.
Over the weekend, I tried not to worry about stuff, but it was a worthless effort. All I did was worry. So I decided to search the internet for…well, I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking for, but I hoped I’d know when I found it. Most of my research centered on Alex and Ailsin. But when I typed their names into the search engine, I got nothing.