Excerpt
“I’m going to divide you into groups for our Titanic
memorabilia speech, which if you all remember, is this week.” Mr. Bernard said.
“Speeches are due before the week is over.”
One of the students murmured, “Oh, no.”
“Mr. Silas, you and Miss Cells will be group one,” Mr.
Bernard said, looking at Tristan and me. “Miss Tate, you and Mr. Duran are—” Mr. Bernard was interrupted by the sound of the door as it
busted open. Everyone looked toward the noise.
Standing in the doorway was the guy I bumped into. The
moment I saw him, my heart dropped. I prayed he was lost and wasn’t in our
class. Frankly, I didn’t understand my uneasiness upon seeing him. He gave me
bad vibes.
“You must be Mr. Chase,” Mr. Bernard said, and the boy
walked toward him.
“I am,” he answered. He looked around the classroom, and
his gaze stopped on Tristan.
To my surprise, Tristan looked like he knew the boy
because he gave him a half-hearted smile.
“You’re late,” Mr. Bernard said, and the boy looked at
the clock on the wall.
“I was actually here before the bell rang.” His eyes
moved to mine. “Miss Cells can vouch for me.” I froze at the mention of my
name. I wondered how he knew my name, but then I remembered I was known pretty
much everywhere—the price of being famous. “She bumped into me and ran off.”
Someone please shoot me now. A few people chuckled.
Jake cast a backward glance at me and grinned.
“You’re excused this time, Mr. Chase. Find a seat.
I’ll assign you to a group.”
“Mr. Chase can join Jake and me,” Danny volunteered. I
wasn’t surprised.
“It’s Gideon,” the boy said. “Gideon Chase.”
“What?” I blurted out in surprise at the mention of
his name, and then all eyes turned to me.
Gideon? His name was actually Gideon? Why Gideon?
“Miss Cells, are you all right?” My outburst had obviously
startled Mr. Bernard. Gideon stood beside him, confused, but the moment his
eyes met mine, he smiled as if he knew why I was scared.
“I—I’m sorry, I didn’t—” I looked down in humiliation.
Maybe it was just a coincidence. This guy couldn’t be
the same Gideon from my nightmare.
“Well,” Mr. Bernard continued, “take a seat, Mr.
Chase.”
My first impression of Gideon was that he was hot.
My second impression of him was dangerous.
My third impression of him was murderer, because if he was anything like the guy from my
nightmare, he was going to kill me.
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