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The Zachary Donovan Enigma - (3)

Chapter three.

(3)

I packed my biology text book into my school bag for tonight’s homework. Miraculously, I’d managed to survive the rest of the history lesson.

Mostly due to the fact that Zach had decided we couldn’t get any work done without internet or books; so the remaining time was spent in silence, doodling on our criteria sheets.

Yes, it was a waste of time, and Emma probably would have died in my situation; but hey, if it meant I didn’t have to waste brain power trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about, it was fine by me.

Emma appeared out of the throngs of students going home and swung open her locker. “Hey Cass,” she greeted, peering around the door. “I heard about history.”

I pulled a face and looked up from my bag. “Ugh. Don’t remind me about that. Who told you?”

 “Amy’s in my Spanish class,” she shrugged.  “She also feels terrible her and Faith paired up without talking to you first.”

I waved it off. “It’s no big deal. I probably would have done the same thing.”

“But you got left with Donovan,” she grimaced, dumping her bag on the ground and piling in books.

I sighed. “Yeah.”

“Does he still hate you?”

I slung my bag over my shoulder and relocked my locker. “Yep.”

“Did he tell you why?”

I shook my head. “No. I don’t think I’ll ever understand that guy.”

Emma slammed shut her locker. “Or any guy for that matter.”

“Touché.”

We started walking over to the parking lot, waving goodbye to the homeroom teacher on the way so she could mark us off on the roll.

“Hey Cass,” said Emma started, nervously brushing her fringe to the side, “Um, there’s –“

Suddenly everything went dark as a pair of hands wrapped around my eyes. I yelped in surprise, accidently cutting off whatever Emma was about to say.

“Guess who?” sang my boyfriend.

“Eli,” I complained, “Couldn’t you see we were talking?”

“Sorry,” he smiled, removing his hands, not at all sorry, and leaning down to kiss me. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on tiptoes to kiss him back.

“Ew. Get a room you two.”

We broke apart and I turned to the junior sticking a finger in her mouth and pretending to gag. I grinned at her. “Sorry Ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes and stalked off. I figured she would probably grow up into a Ms Feldman one day.

I watched her go and then turned to Emma, wondering what she was going to tell me, but she had disappeared. I searched the emptying car park and saw her walking towards her car. I shot Eli a concerned look mixed with disapproval for his interruption, then jogged after her.

“Hey Emma!” I called out. “Wait up!”

“Oh, you’re done already?”

I frowned. “Huh?”

She shook her head, “Never mind. What do you want?”

I watched her carefully, she was breathing too deeply and quickly, a habit I’d become familiar with. Either she was about to have an asthmatic attack – highly unlikely seeing as she didn’t have asthma – or she was trying not to cry. I inched forward and reassuringly patted her arm before the tears sprung. “What were you going to tell me?”