“Good point.” He pulls his fingers through his hair.

“I’d forgotten about that. About her breaking up with me.”

I jerk my head towards the car and start walking.

“So, what happened?” I ask, morbidly curious. They always seemed like the perfect couple.

He stops at the car door before answering. “I accused her of cheating on me. I found something…a text on her phone. Yeah we were at her house and she went to get a snack and left her phone. Someone texted her, something about getting rid of me so they could meet up later. I confronted her and she told me…”

I’m completely curious now. “Told you what?”

He clears his throat, “She told me that she met someone who had his life together. Said she needed someone who could understand her on a more mature level. We argued and she took it off and handed it to me.”

His expression is distant as he continues.

“And I left.” He snaps his fingers, “But before I did, I hung it inside her car, from the mirror.”

“So she had it when you died?”

He sighs. “Maybe. I don’t remember anything after that.”

I nod, leaning against the car door and patting the roof. “Yeah, but you’re remembering, which is good. It means you can remember. I’m sure it’ll all start coming back now.”

He leans forward, moving through the car into the seat. “I hope you’re right.”

I open the door and climb in, sticking the key in the ignition. “It means something else too.”

He looks at me curiously.

I sigh. “It means I need to figure out a way to talk to Kaylee.”

Seven

We hit a drive through on the way home, then spend the rest of the day in my room brainstorming ways I can approach Kaylee about Logan’s death. And their break up. And the necklace. After two hours, the best thing we come up with is a story about aliens and secret government agencies experimenting on High School students.

Deciding not to waste a trip to the school, I text a few other student council members and put together an impromptu meeting right before tryouts. With a careful application of lip gloss and a quick re-braid to get out the random twigs and leaves stuck in my hair from my earlier adventure, I pull the necklace out of my skirt pocket and put it on top of my dresser. I wash the dry blood off of my hand, which is throbbing, and put a band-aid over it.

Logan looks me over. “Okay, are you ready for this?”

I nod. Grabbing my notebook and a pencil I head for the car.

“I’ll be right here in case you need any help,” Logan assures me on the way.

I snort. “What are you going to do? Give him hypothermia?”

He puts a hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt. “I am not without skills.”

I glance over at him, then back to the road. “Oh really? Name three.”

He’s quiet for a second, and then pouts.

“That’s cold, Zoe.”

I humph. That’s what I thought.

We pull into the parking lot and I see Bruno’s old black truck. He’s probably the only one of Logan’s friends who isn’t sporting a shiny new ride. I pull up beside it and park just as Bruno crawls out of the back, his stick and pads in hand.

Taking a deep breath I glance across at Logan who gives me an enthusiastic smile and two thumbs up.

“Just, keep quiet,” I mutter to him as I open my door.

Rounding the car, I see that Bruno is watching me and I can’t fight back the grin on my face.

“Hey,” I offer coyly. “What’s going on?”

His eyes widen just a little, like he’s shocked that I’m talking to him. He actually does a quick glance to each side to make sure there isn’t someone behind him. Then he relaxes.

“Hi Zoe.” He stumbles just a little, his stick falling out of his meaty hand. We both lean over to pick it up, but I get there first. He stands up, blushing a fierce red as I stuff it under his arm.

“Are you guys starting practices already?”

I start walking toward the school and he falls in step beside me, grinning like a little puppy.

“Um, yeah. No. Sort of.” He clears his throat. “It’s tryouts. We have to break in a few new players. And uh…” he pauses for a few seconds before continuing. “We need to choose a new team captain.”

There’s just enough of a breeze that my loose braid is falling apart, strands blowing wildly. I try to tuck them behind my ears. In the corner of my eye I see Bruno shake his head to move the dark hair falling in over his blue eyes. He really is kind of adorable, I realize. I suppose I never really looked that closely before, but now I see the dimple in his chin that matches the ones in his cheeks, the perfect arc of his nose, even the impossibly long, thick eyelashes only boys are ever blessed with.

“I hear you’re a shoe in for Captain.”

His step falters. “Really?”

I nod.

“Who told you that?”

I lower my chin and smile, hoping it looks coy instead of nervous as a sliver of panic slices into my belly. Beside me Logan slaps himself in the forehead.

“Well,” I offer, changing the subject, “I have a student council meeting.”

“Offer to catch up with him after,” Logan instructs from my other side.

“Maybe I’ll see you later?”

We reach the doors and Bruno reaches out, pulling the door open for me.

“That would be great.” He blushes again and it’s really hard not to chuckle. I never in a million years would have guessed he could be so…sappy.

I wave and turn down the hall opposite us as he keeps going straight, toward the locker room.

“Slow down.” Logan demands.

I slow my pace and hear Bruno call from behind me.

“Hey Zoe?”

I turn slowly, crossing my ankles and folding my hands behind my back. “Yes?”

“You wanna hang out later?”

I look down at my feet, waiting for instructions from Logan. Do I say no? Play hard to get? God, I suck at flirting.

“Say yes,” Logan whispers impatiently.

I look back up and nod, “Yeah. I’d like that. See you after tryouts?”

Bruno grins widely and a ripple of guilt washes over me. As he turns away I whisper out the side of my mouth to Logan.

“He really does like me.”

Logan frowns and shakes his head.

“What?” I demand, watching the expression on his face.

“You are gonna eat that poor guy alive.”

I’m not sure how to take that so I just turn and head for the library and my meeting.

Stepping through the wooden doors is like stepping through time. The scent of old books, stale and crisp, hangs thick in the air. I pause, letting the memory of my first time here wash over me. Freshmen year, just paroled from a year trapped in home-school, I walked through these doors and into a world like nothing I expected. It wasn’t scary, just bigger than I expected. High school is like a city unto itself, complete with celebrities, despots, and nameless faces that never really leave their mark. From my first friendless day I resigned myself to virtual obscurity. Even joining student council and a half dozen other clubs hadn’t increased my social stock. Still, they look good on college applications so I kept going, kept waiting for my time to shine. At one of the large round tables my classmates sit chatting happily.

Peter Lawton, class president and obligatory math nerd catches sight of me and waves. The others turn and stare for a second before smiling and waving me over. Lucy Parsons, a vibrant red-haired junior leaps out of her seat and tosses her arms around me, squeezing. I pat her back lightly. I have never been much of a hugger.

She pulls back, sliding her hands down my arms.

“You look amazing!”

I murmur thanks and let her lead me over to the table. Carson, our vice president, and one of the few people I talk to on a regular basis on account of being lab partners last year, stands and hugs me quickly. His one-time girlfriend Leena sits across the table from him with her legs crossed, flicking her flip flops with her toes. She nods, but doesn’t look overly thrilled to be here. I understand why. Her new boyfriend is on the Lacrosse team and she would probably much rather be out there watching him than in here with her ex.

Carson pulls out my chair—something he’s never done in the year I’ve known him—and I take a seat, pulling a black spiral notebook out of my bag.

“Hey guys. Thanks for meeting up.”

Lucy sits forward, taking a sip from a very tall, very whipped creamed coffee drink. Her wide eyes and overall jitteriness is almost comical.

“Hey, I’m so excited to meet up! I can’t wait for this year, so many fun things going on! We have prom and Homecoming and the decade dances—“

Leena silences her. “Yeah. That’s great. Can we get to the point? Some of us have lives?”

I lower my chin and stare at her. This is the point where I normally call Leena a worthless waste of skin bobble head and tell her to leave. She’s staring at me like she expects the insult and has prepared some kind of clever comeback. I glance over, looking for Logan but he’s gone.

Shame. He’s going to miss this.

“I understand Leena, and I’m sorry to pull you away. I just wanted to get together and figure out what our schedules are like, when we can schedule our regular meetings, and to set the date and theme for Homecoming so I can get the Dance Committee going on it.”

Leena frowns. Yep, she had some snappy retort planned and I’d ruined her surprise. Poor Leena.

She finally flicks her long brown hair over her shoulder. “Oh. Okay. Well, I have Cheer every day except Friday until six, but I could do after six or right after school on non-game Fridays.