“Seven?” he asked. I winced slightly. If my calculations proved correct, she’d be working until seven. “What’s wrong?”
“My mom should be coming home from work around then, and she hates bikes…”
“I have a car, too.” He motioned to the rain outside. “It’s not bike season anymore.”
I relaxed a little. “Then seven would be great.”
Lunch was almost over. Back at the table where my friends sat, Heather had already left but Jesse and Michael lounged on the benches, talking. Michael glanced over at me and I felt a twinge in my chest. I turned to see Damiel smile at him with such malice it startled me. Michael’s expression hardened, and I could swear the energy crackled between the two of them. In my mind’s eye, everything went black, followed by a blinding flash of light. It made me dizzy. Damiel put his hands on my shoulders, steadying me, and a shudder ran up my spine. It was pleasure, wasn’t it? It had to be.
Smiling down at me, he said, “Let’s get you to class.”
“I can get myself there,” I said, guilt sweeping over me. It was difficult enough to get over Michael, but doing that with someone he despised made me seem petty. It wasn’t my fault that Damiel liked me and Michael didn’t, or that the two of them had some weird bad blood between them. But it had been harder to see Michael than I thought, and I’d soon have to sit through English with both of them.
“Besides,” I added, “I need to freshen up.”
I’d read once that the antidote to some venoms is to inject small doses of the venom and let the body develop its own antivenin. They do this with farm animals, horses, sheep, and goats. I would have to do this to myself with Michael. See him in small doses at school every day until seeing him no longer made me suffer. I couldn’t expect Damiel to understand, but I needed some time alone to prepare myself for a class with Michael. I needed to let the small dose of him I’d just seen in the cafeteria prepare me for the larger dose.
Damiel squeezed my shoulders gently a few times, and I sighed. I was so tired all of a sudden, I could have taken a nap right then and there. He dropped his hands and whispered in my ear, his breath almost tickling my skin. “See you in class, beautiful.” I drank it in and walked away, not looking at anyone on my way out.
Perhaps Damiel was an antidote all by himself.
Chapter Ten
I slept so deeply that night I almost missed my alarm. I awoke Thursday morning feeling jarred, and while I managed to pull myself together for school, I couldn’t shake the damp cloak of sleepiness that hung over me. Before my first class, I saw Damiel talking to Fiona at her locker. For some reason she wasn’t responding to him, not even flirting. Her normally straight shoulders curled in toward her chest, and she dragged books out of her bag as though each one weighed fifty pounds. Damiel was focused intently on her, and when he touched her arm, my stomach flinched in response.
Farouk joined me in the hallway, his gaze following mine. “Is Fiona okay?”
“I don’t know. She looks pretty sad.” I made a mental note to check in with her later. “What could Damiel be saying to her?”
He gave me a puzzled look. “Damiel?”
I motioned over my shoulder. “Yeah. Talking to Fiona.”
“I see Fiona, but Damiel’s not with her.”
I looked back in their direction and Damiel was gone. “That’s so odd,” I said, “he was just there. Didn’t you see him?”
Farouk was contemplative. “You know, my sister Fatima sees things.”
“I’m not seeing things!”
Unfazed by my reaction, he continued, “She had a vision about our uncle when we were ten.”
I thought about asking if Fatima ever saw shadows or strange flashing lights or even people who weren’t actually there, but decided against it. “What was it about?”
“She saw him in a car crash with a drunk driver on his way home. She was so upset, my mother convinced him to stay in the guest room that night. The next day, we heard about someone else getting killed in an accident on the same road. That’s when we knew it saved his life.”
I shivered. Did he think I was seeing things the way his sister did? “This is nothing like that. I’m sure he was just there.” I inclined my head in Fiona’s direction and bit my lip. The last thing I needed was to be having visions. First Michael, then Damiel? Was I incapable of talking to a gorgeous guy without hallucinating about him? Motioning in the direction of my class, I waved as Farouk and I parted ways.
Damiel kept to himself in English. He sat at the back of the room, and after smiling and winking at me he focused mostly on the lecture. Michael’s blue eyes were even more intense against the blue shirt he wore, and he even smiled a hello to me before he sat down. I was beginning to think that Damiel wasn’t working as an antidote to him anymore. I was going to have to be a big girl and suffer through this crush.
I became increasingly curious about Damiel’s conversation with Fiona because, surely, I couldn’t have made it up. He could have been interested in her too, though from how sad she looked it seemed more like he’d rejected her. I kept an eye out for him at lunch, but neither he nor Michael was around.
I did spend a fun lunch break with Heather, Farouk, Jesse, and Dean in the cafeteria, where we finalized our movie plans for the next night.
“Where’s Fiona?” I asked.
“She had to go to the library,” Dean replied. “Something about a history test.”
Heather had begun treating the movie outing like some kind of team building exercise. She’d expertly planned the night, giving everyone specific roles. Dean and Fiona would meet us there with tickets, Farouk and I would line up for popcorn, and she and Jesse would stand in line for seats. We planned to get there at least an hour early to allow for all this. If we ran into any difficulty, we would text each other, staying in constant communication. All in all, it was a plan worthy of international espionage, which was perfect considering we were seeing a spy movie.
Farouk eyed me a few times during lunch, but thankfully didn’t say anything about our earlier conversation in front of the others. He seemed to have something on his mind, so I wasn’t surprised when he walked me back to my locker after lunch. I thought he was going to bring up his sister’s vision again, but instead he asked me a question.
“Are you seeing Damiel?”
Caught off guard, I stammered, “I–I wouldn’t say I’m seeing him, but he asked me out.”
He frowned and leaned on the locker beside mine. “Why go out with him?”
It took me a moment to realize what Farouk was asking. Was I leading him on by accepting a ride to the movie? Was it a date? Come to think of it, the others had paired off into couples. It was best to clear up any relationship confusion as soon as possible.
“Farouk, the movie is just a movie, isn’t it?”
“Well, it’s supposed to be quite good.”
I tried again. “I mean, you’re a sweet guy, and any girl would be lucky to date you—”
“I didn’t mean…” His brown skin flushed slightly red.
“Oh!” I said, embarrassed all of a sudden. God, did I sound full of myself!
“I saw you and Michael the other day and I thought…”
I heard a siren and ignored it at first, but its wails grew louder as it approached the school.
“No. No,” I said, “he’s seeing someone.”
The siren stopped, and flashing colored lights filled the halls. Everyone stopped walking to class as two paramedics rushed through with a stretcher. They hurried past us to the office, then toward the girls’ changing room.
Farouk and I joined the other kids who were following the paramedics, trying to figure out what was going on. A buzz of panic filled the halls as teachers tried to usher us into classrooms, but we wouldn’t move. We gathered, waiting to find out what had happened and who had been hurt.