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Things have taken a turn for the strange for James and Sandra. Ready for the next installment?
~James knew Steven would never mention what happened, not when it reflected badly on him. But that certainly didn’t mean I forgot about it.
I almost said something the next day in History. There were plenty of questions I wanted to ask. But there were no words. I felt like I would need to invent a new language to speak to him. It didn’t help that he ignored me—sitting right next to me, but worlds away.
I couldn’t decide if I should be relieved or angry. Still, with his attention elsewhere, it did make spying easier. I counted the clock ticks between breaths he took, watching the catch of his white shirt on his shoulders as it rose and fell. I nearly made it to 120 between breaths before I saw him breathe again.
How was that possible? I couldn’t make it to thirty.
Something was definitely, absolutely different about James. I just didn’t know what, and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
In Photography I found a seat near James and Richie, straining to hear their conversation. I caught words—death, future, frustrated—but nothing more.
He waited for me after I finished yet again, but I ignored him, hurrying past him on my way to my car.
“I know you have questions. I could make it easier to find answers. Let me take you out. Just for an hour. And you can ask anything you’d like.”
Something about his tone caught my attention. I glanced at him, my hands buried in my bag as I hunted for my keys. The look he wore was different. Almost painful. Something within me twisted.
“No, thank you. You should keep away. It’d be better for both of us.” I said the words, but my heart wasn’t in them. After yesterday, the strange things I’d picked up today, I was more curious than ever. But finding out the truth of whatever made James Henniker different seemed to scream I would be happier not knowing.
There was good reason for it to frighten me. I still wonder if it would have been better if I heeded that fear.