I stared at my book. “Soccer’s not going that well right now.”
“I saw the team’s loss to Westland last week. Tough break.”
“You were there?” I felt completely humiliated. “Then you know it was a slaughter, no thanks to me, but thank you for trying to make me feel better.”
“The other goalie didn’t do so hot in the last game I saw, either. There are plenty of games left in the season. You’ll rally back to your starting goalie spot.”
“At least one of us thinks so.” I smiled, despite my worries. Whenever Ethan was around, all the screaming doubts in my mind quieted to mere whispers. Sophia had done a terrible job. The team barely squeaked out a win. It should’ve been a blowout.
Loud whispers drew my attention. Lainey, Miranda and Sophia were staring at us from across the room. Scrunching my face in a light-hearted goofy look, I grabbed my book and said, “You here to study or what?”
Ethan held my gaze for a long second before he slowly opened his book. “Yeah, let’s get to it.”
Sixth period crept by. I had such a hard time concentrating. Between furtive glances at my watch, I tore tiny bits of paper from my notebook and stuck them to my static charged sweater. Another quick check of my watch. I needed to leave now to help a girl named Kristin.
I didn’t know the girl with dark hair, at all. But after my dream last night, I couldn’t not help her, not if there was something I could do to prevent what was going to happen in Chemistry class in less than fifteen minutes.
Brushing the clingy paper bits away from my clothes, I flagged the teacher’s attention.
He pulled his glasses down his nose. “Yes, Nara?”
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
He waved to the pass on his desk and continued droning on as if I’d never interrupted.
Grabbing the pass, I walked out of the room and turned down the hall toward the bathroom, my heart racing. I’d intended to go straight to Kristin’s class, but I ducked into the bathroom first to get my act together. I didn’t need to walk into her class hyperventilating.
Thankfully, the bathroom was empty and I rushed to the sink to splash some water on my cheeks. The coolness helped, and as I blotted my face with a scratchy brown paper towel, I met my green gaze in the mirror and blew out a breath. It won’t be the same as Sadie. Everything turned out fine after you called in the bomb threat.
A sudden chill raced along my cheek, then a pressure pushed on my right shoulder as if someone had leaned on me. I glanced over my shoulder, calling out, “Who’s there?” Swatting static-charged pieces of floating hair back down, my heart thumped with heavy beats as I scanned the bathroom. Only the sporadic plunk, plunk of water hitting the porcelain sink echoed in the room.
“I’m losing it,” I murmured, tossing the crumpled paper towel into the trash. As I turned to leave, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck rose. A circle of fog—as if someone had leaned close and breathed heavily—was slowly dissipating from the mirror.
I ran to the door and pulled, but it didn’t budge. Fear shuddered through me as I checked to see if I’d somehow been locked in. It wasn’t bolted. Yanking the handle with all my might, I yelled, “Let me out!”
The door suddenly swung wide, and I flew back with the force I’d applied. Catching myself, I scrambled around the door, then rushed down the hall toward Kristin’s Chemistry class. I was almost out of time.
Peeking in the door, I called to the teacher, “I’ve been asked to bring Kristin to the office.”
The dark-headed girl from my dream glanced up from her lab table, her eyes extra wide behind her safety goggles. “Me?”
“Just leave your stuff,” the teacher said.
As she slowly removed her goggles, then her gloves, it was all I could do not to scream, “Hurry up or you’ll end up with cuts and burns all over your face.” Instead, I said, “Um, I think it was kinda urgent.”
“Why didn’t they use the intercom?” her teacher asked.
I shrugged. All I cared about was getting her out of the room. Kristin had almost reached the door when a loud pop sounded and glass shattered.
“Everyone clear the room,” a stern voice ordered.
Students gathered in the hall around us, all talking at once.
“Did you see what happened?”
“I dunno. Something explod—.”
“—teacher’s freaked.”
“I think it was her experiment,” a girl pointed to Kristin’s back as Kristin spoke to me over the noise. “Did the office say what it was about?”
I shook my head and picked at my clingy sweater. The static in my hair must’ve come from my sweater. I so needed to remind Mom to get new dryer sheets. “I’ve got to get back to class. See you around.”
As I walked away, my mind kept skipping back to what happened in the bathroom. It was possible the breath on the mirror could’ve been mine, but the door had never jammed on me before. Was that just an odd coincidence?
At least I’d made it to Kristin in time. That’s all that mattered.
Later that afternoon, I slipped on my tortoise shell shades and had just walked out the school’s main door, when someone called my name. “Nara, wait up.”
I paused outside the door and Lainey stepped beside me. “I wanted to talk to you,” she said as people bustled past us. Grabbing my arm, she started to tug me to the side of the building, when Kristin stopped and looked at me with suspicion. “No one from the office called me.”
“Really? That’s weird.” I blinked. “Maybe it was another Kristin.”
“There aren’t any other Kristin’s in my Chemistry class.”
“Oh, I guess I got the wrong class then.”
Rolling her eyes, she walked off, mumbling, “At least I got out of class early.”
“What was that all about?” Lainey asked, staring after Kristin.
“A misunderstanding.”
As soon as we were away from the crowd, I gripped my backpack strap tight against my shoulder and said, “That’s cool of Jared to come watch you at our games.” I hoped my tone sounded light and sincere. I didn’t want to lose Lainey.
Lainey smiled. “He wants to support me like I do him with football. Isn’t that so sweet?”
Jared spent most of the soccer game goofing off with his friends on the bleachers, but I buried my thoughts and nodded. Our friendship was more important. “I’m glad he makes you happy.”
“So, we’re okay, then?” she asked, her forehead crinkling.
“Yeah. I was just upset that you didn’t tell me. To find out about you and Jared from Sophia of all people.” I grimaced. Lainey knew Sophia wasn’t my favorite person. Sophia had been stirring cauldrons since middle school, and I somehow always ended up an ingredient in her stew.
“Sorry about that.” Glancing around, as if making sure no one was listening, Lainey continued, “I’m glad we’re okay, but I wanted to talk to you about something else.”
Relieved we were on speaking terms once more, my shoulders relaxed and I leaned against the building. “What’s up?”
Lainey tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and moved closer. “I saw you with that Ethan guy today,” she bit her lip, then plunged on, “It looks like you two are getting pretty close and—”
“It does?” I was surprised she’d noticed, even as a pleased feeling bloomed in my chest.
“You’re not?” Lainey didn’t wait for my response, but instead waved her hand dismissively. “Whew. That’s a relief. I’ve heard the worst things about him. I didn’t want to have to worry about—”
“What have you heard?” I pushed off the wall to move closer. I wanted to know what nasty rumors people were spreading about him. If it was something I could say was a flat-out lie, I would in a heartbeat.
“He’s a freak. Did you know black birds hang out on his car, like there’s something dead inside.” She shivered and wrinkled her nose. “How weird is that?”
“I think you’ve watched
too many paranormal TV shows. Parking so close to the trees probably attracts the birds.”
“Seriously, Nara, I think the guy’s off. He hardly talks to anyone. All he does is draw in that notepad.”
I shrugged. “Maybe he’d rather draw than make friends.”
“He’s made friends with you.” Lainey shook her head. “One of the guys knows some people from his last school. The rumors are true, Nara. He was expelled for beating up a guy in his class. Everyone said the guy didn’t provoke it, that Ethan just went nuts and hammered on him.”
I thought about how intense Ethan had been about those two boys who’d offered me a ride home, but he was trying to protect me. “How do we know the guy didn’t do something to him, but no one saw that part.”
Lainey pursed her lips. “That’s the thing. Ethan didn’t say the guy had provoked him. A person who saw the fight said Ethan said something to the other guy, then threw the first punch. When the principal asked why Ethan beat the other guy up, he wouldn’t say.”
Why had Ethan done such a thing? I couldn’t help but wonder, which made me angry all over again, because now I was being swayed by the rumor mill. I kept my tone calm. “There are two sides to every story.”
Lainey snorted. “All that other stuff aside, what really worries me is the fact he draws very disturbing blood and gore pictures, like something out of a horror movie with demons and stuff—”
She paused when my eyebrows shot up. “Oh, Anton grabbed his notebook and flipped through a couple of pages while he was in the bathroom. Another guy in the class said that was the most he’d heard Ethan say when he came back and saw Anton checking out his stuff. Ethan cussed Anton out like no tomorrow.”
I could imagine Ethan in a rage over someone messing with his personal stuff. He seemed so private and contained. Though, learning he had drawn tons of disturbing pictures was a little worrisome. Did one of them look like that monster image I’d seen in the hall? Would he tell me about his drawings if I asked?
My heart sank a little, and I was suddenly annoyed that Lainey had burst my bubble. Ethan had been kind, sympathizing with me over soccer stuff and she’d gone and ruined it.
“I think you’ve got Ethan all wrong, Lainey. He seems like a decent guy. Sure he keeps to himself a lot, but—”
“Nara, what I think is this guy’s some kind of psycho. I’m worried something might happen to you if you continue hanging with him.”
The tension in her voice scared me a little, but when I pictured Ethan, all I could think about was the kindness in his eyes and the gentle way he’d rubbed my tears away. He’d cared, which was far more than any of my supposed friends had done recently.
“He was there for me, Lainey. You’ve been so busy with your new boyfriend, you didn’t even notice your best friend was going through some stuff. But Ethan did, and that’s enough for me.”
Lainey’s jaw dropped, but before she could say anything, I stalked off to my car. With each step I took, my stomach wound tighter and tighter. What did I really know about Ethan? Not a whole lot, but what I did know, I liked. I hated that people were judging him unfairly. Straightening my spine, I decided I was going to find out more about him.
No one spoke to me during soccer practice, at least not on a social level. For some reason Lainey didn’t come to practice, so the entire two hours were torturous. Several times Miranda, Sophia and a couple other girls hammered on me as we ran up and down the field. They’d elbowed and kicked, cutting me off every chance they got. I avoided as many attacks as I could remember from my dream, but I couldn’t avoid all of them.
I’d played in my old position in the field the last couple of games. I knew I was rusty, but part of that was due to me spending the majority of my time in the goal, which the team had been fine with so long as I was saving every single ball for them. Apparently now I was lower than dog’s poop on their cleats. If Miranda had her way, I would definitely be riding the bench during the next game.
By the end of practice, while the rest of the team and Coach headed off to their cars, I stayed behind on the bench, feeling beaten on top of every single ache and pain. I saw Miranda whispering to the two other girls who’d helped her and Sophia give me hell during practice. When they all nodded in agreement, like they’d formed some kind of pact, I mumbled, “I can’t believe it. She’s trying to get me kicked off the team.”
“You’re not going to let that happen, are you?” a familiar voice said from behind me.
Chapter Six
I turned around and Ethan was standing on the field, balancing a soccer ball on his knee. My heart raced as I watched him bounce the ball up and down. He kept his gaze on me, yet had complete control. Even though Lainey’s comments about his drawings and the story of him beating up that guy at his old school itched in the back of my mind, he intrigued me. I wanted to know his side of the story and so much more.
“What are you doing here?”
“I thought you might like to practice with someone who isn’t trying to get you kicked off the team.” Ethan spun the ball, letting it roll up his right arm and across his chest, then back down the other arm where he caught it in his hands. “You up for a practice partner?” he asked as he dropped the ball, trapping it between his foot and ankle. Kicking the ball up over his head, he then leaned forward and caught it behind his neck, an expectant expression on his face.
He looked mouthwatering in black athletic pants with white stripes down the sides and a royal blue long sleeved t-shirt. I was suddenly very conscious of my sweaty face, my hair pulled back in a quick ponytail. I was a mess, but his mere presence made me feel special despite the dirt stains on my knees. He definitely knew his way around a soccer ball. I hadn’t imagined the skill I’d seen that day in the hall. “Who’s going to teach me? You don’t play soccer,” I teased, waiting for him to tell me I was wrong.
Shrugging his shoulder, he dropped the ball into his hands and straightened. “I used to play every season: indoor, outdoor, on a travel team. Even taught summer camp, but you’re right. I don’t play. Not any more.”
A look of regret flitted across his face. Ethan was always so controlled; the brief display of raw emotion threw me. Sometimes he seemed much older, like he’d been through a lot. I wanted to ask why he’d quit playing, but he turned and punted the soccer ball toward the goal, calling over his shoulder in an upbeat tone, “Come on, slow poke. We don’t have all night.”
Grabbing my gloves, I followed him over to the goal. “Okay, let’s see your moves.”
He gestured for me to get into position in front of the goal, then dropped the ball on the ground and set his cleat on top of it. “I watched you during some games. I could tell you were tense. Half the time your eyes weren’t on the ball.”
I bristled and started to argue, but Ethan had no reason to lie to me. He was here to help, so I set my jaw and nodded while pulling on my gloves.
As I readied myself for him to kick toward the goal, Ethan set his foot next to the ball. “It’s always important to watch the ball first, but don’t forget the player’s eyes, his hips, his shoulders…and if all else fails,” he paused and winked. “Psych him out. Watch my planted foot, Nara.” He set his foot down. “Where am I going to kick the ball?”
“To my left.”
“High or low?”
“Won’t know until it leaves your foot.”
“Look at my body.” He leaned back slightly. “I’m tilted back, so the ball will be high.” He kicked the ball to prove his point. I jumped, snagging the ball above my head, then tossed it to him.
Dribbling the ball back and forth between his feet, he continued, “You’re on the tall side, so you’ll leave smaller angles or gaps when you go after the ball. That gives you an advantage in covering the entire goal.”
I wasn’t ready when he slammed the ball hard. I dove too late and it zoomed past me into the net. Retrieving the ball, I kicked it out to him since he’d moved further out into the field.
Dribbl
ing in a wide circle on the field, Ethan said, “Watch my planted foot and where I actually hit the ball with my kicking foot. The direction of my hips will tell you where the ball is going to go.”
Everything Ethan was saying were skills I’d learned but never had to worry about using. Now that I focused on what he said, instead of worrying I’d miss every ball that came my way, my confidence began to build.
This time he kicked the ball in one direction, but it curved back toward me. I dove, grabbing onto the ball before it went in the goal. “Except curve balls,” I said as I kicked the ball back to him.
“Exactly, but you can watch the players throughout the game to see which ones have the talent to do curved shots with any kind of accuracy.”
After that, Ethan just kicked the ball toward me. He changed it up a bit, tasking my ability to watch the signs he’d suggested while I kept my eye on the ball.
At one point, he stopped and just stood there staring me down. Crouched and waiting, I locked my gaze on him, my adrenaline pumping. I got tired of waiting for him to decide which way he’d kick it, so I took a small step to the left, then dove to the right, saving the ball he’d quickly kicked in the opposite direction I’d stepped.
I stood up with a wide grin. “Psyched you!”
Ethan nodded. “You’ll be playing goalie full-time again soon.”
His reminder that I could be riding the bench half the time rubbed salt in the wound, so I threw the ball his way and asked, “Why did you give up soccer?”
Stopping the ball in the air with his cleat, his gaze followed it to the ground. He stared at it for a couple of seconds, his jaw tense. Glancing up, he said in a gruff tone, “I quit playing when I was fifteen,” right before he hammered the ball at me.
I tried to stop it, but the dew-coated ball shot past my gloves into my chest. The impact threw me back and pain splintered as I collapsed on the ground, coughing and wheezing.
I must’ve zoned out for a second, because when I opened my eyes, Ethan sat beside me. His arm was wrapped around my shoulders as he held me off the ground. “Nara, talk to me. Are you okay?”
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