Chapter Eight
Selena
Among the Stacks
I lay in bed that night confused about Dillan. He’d asked me what I was. What did he mean by that? And the zap happened again. If he hadn’t held on, I would have fallen flat on my face. I couldn’t understand what was going on between us. When I collided with his chest, there wasn’t an ounce of flabby flesh there, just hard, unyielding muscle.
I rolled onto my side at the same time my phone buzzed. I reached for it on my bedside table and cued up the message.
Penny: Heard about Miller’s.
Me: Which version?
Flopping onto my back again, I swung my arm across my eyes, leaving my phone by my side. Grams came home in a snit, having heard about what Bowen did. Well—I should be clear—she heard a version of the story. News traveled weirdly in Newcastle. You only get bits and pieces of it based on eyewitness accounts. Most people filled in the blanks. Of course, that was what Grams did. She’d heard Bowen followed me into Miller’s, which was true. The part where he threw a fit and almost hit me wasn’t. I had to remind Grams that I would never let a guy raise a hand against me, let alone actually hit me. This calmed her down. Thank God Gramps hadn’t come home because we wouldn’t have been able to keep the news from him with Grams threatening to spit in Bowen’s food the next time he was at the diner.
My phone blinked this time, the sheets muffling the vibration.
Penny: He drove U 2 Miller’s. Argument. Then he left.
Me: Where do U get UR 411? Best version yet.
Penny: Secret.
I giggled. Penny had always been good at getting all the right information. For as long as I’d been friends with her, she hadn’t gotten anything wrong yet.
Before I could reply, my phone buzzed again.
Penny: True or False. U rode home with hot teach.
Of course she knew about that, too, so no use lying.
Me: True. :)
Penny: U lucky b*tch.
I rolled onto my stomach and kicked my feet in the air. Yeah, I was one lucky bitch. To get a ride from Mr. Sloan was definitely the highlight of my week. Then my stupid brain went back to Dillan.
Me: Have 411 on Dillan.
Penny: WHAT!?!
Me: 2morrow. Lunch. ;)
Penny: Tease.
Penny: 411 on PT job.
Me: REALLY!!!
Penny: 2morrow. ;P
Me: H8 U!
Penny: <3
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After school the next day, I stood in front of a brick building with a window display featuring recommended books and bestsellers. The store was conveniently only a couple of blocks from Maggie’s Diner. I stared up at the Gothic-lettered sign proudly announcing Ormand Books in gold. Two black lions with snakes for tails bookended the store’s name.
When I fell asleep after my texting marathon with Penny, I’d dreamt ofcters, beautiful scenery descriptions. in check sista!!at he’ust ignores her squivering in the exact same sign and of standing in this very spot. With Kyle off helping the yearbook committee, I had Penny to myself at lunch. As promised, she filled me in on the details of the job, and I told her about Dillan and what he’d asked me. She said it might have been a slip of the tongue. Maybe. I really didn’t know. What if he knew about my visions? Penny quickly called bullshit. She was right, how could Dillan know anything about that?
Finding no answers, we promised to meet in front of the bookstore since Penny had a couple of things to take care of after school. Now that I waited, staring at the sign, I felt funny. Off in some way that I couldn’t put my finger on.
Below the Open sign, a white bond paper was taped. It read: ‘Help Wanted. Inquire Inside.’ Of course the newly opened bookstore would need some sort of help. How Penny knew this place needed help was like magic. But with her network of “sources” I shouldn’t have been surprised.
I took a second to decide if I wanted to enter the store or to continue to wait for Penny outside. The unease that simmered at a corner of my mind grew. A small voice in my head urged me to run away. I took a step back before I stopped myself, breathing in deep. I needed the job.
But it didn’t feel right.
“Hey, bitch!” Penny bounced to my side and threw her arms around my neck in an impromptu hug, knocking me off balance.
I screeched as I took the full impact of her enthusiasm. My jeans kissed pavement, and it hurt.
“Oops.” Her eyes sparkled as she helped me up. I rubbed my bruised backside. “Soooorry. Why were you zoned out anyway?”
Dusting off my shirt, I stared back at the sign above the door. “I don’t know.”
“Are you still thinking about Dillan?”
“No!”
“My, that gets you all riled up, doesn’t it? To be honest, I really don’t think it’s anything. Plus, those electrical surges? I’ll check it out if you want. There’s got to be something on the Net about it.”
“You don’t have to do that.” I watched clouds glide by before looking back at Penny. “You’re right. I don’t even know why I’m letting him get to me. Besides sharing two classes, I don’t know anything about him.”
“That’s the spirit!”
“You’re not gonna slap me in the ass are you?” I grinned.
As if I’d dared her, Penny’s palm made contact with my still smarting butt. I yelped and danced away. She pulled me back to her and gave me a comforting hug. I loved her tons. I honestly wouldn’t know what to do with myself without her.
“So what’s got you zoning out?”
“This doesn’t feel right.” I gestured toward the bookstore. “The place gives me the creepy crawlies, you know?”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby!” She patted the center of my back a little too hard. I felt it all the way through to my chest. “Unless Nancy fires one of the waitresses at the diner, you don’t have anywhere else that’s walking distance from school and the diner.” She turned me around and pushed me toward the store. Digging in my heels didn’t help.
A soft you’ll regret this from somewhere in my head and a couple of deep breaths later, I pushed through the entrance. The bell attached to the top of the door tinkled its welcome as I stumbled in with Penny right on my heels.
An unusually cold blast of air greeted us.
The chill bumps on my arms made me long for the hoodie I’d left in my backpack with Grams at the diner. “Don’t you think it’s a little cold in here?”
“Not at all.” My best friend hopped closer to my side. “Why are we whispering?”
“Shut up.” I stuffed my hands inside my pockets. The AC didn’t help the creep factor much, no matter how normal everything looked.
The counter had a cash register at one end and a pyramid of books for the featured author of the month on the other. A glass-doored bookcase filled with leather and cloth-bound books stood behind the counter. Each title was a different color with gold lettering along the spine.
“Isn’t this great? Well, not as great as the stores in NYC, but it certainly has its charm.” Penny shrugged.
“Sure.” I nodded absentmindedly. “Don’t you feel like this place is…I don’t know?”
“Like?”