And he must feel the same way, because he leans the rest of the way over and kisses me more passionately than he ever has before. He laces his fingers into my hair, his lips mashing against mine. The kiss seems to last for an eternity, and it’s painful to pull away from him.
I could write a poem about that kiss. And I bet it would win that stupid contest.
“We can’t do this again,” Nathaniel says in a stern voice. “Not for a little while. I’ll let you know when it’s safe.”
“Can we still text?”
He considers this for a moment. “A little. Once or twice a day. And obviously, only on Snapflash.”
I nod, trying to swallow down a lump in my throat. What am I going to do for a week without him? Nathaniel isn’t just the best thing in my life—he’s the only thing.
This is all Eve Bennett’s fault.
“You better go,” he tells me.
He gives my hand one last squeeze, and that’s when the bell rings. I square my shoulders, turn around, and leave the classroom. I’m going to get through this. And someday, the two of us are going to be together. That’s what he promised me.
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Chapter Forty-Seven
EVE
I FEEL UTTERLY unsatisfied after the meeting with Higgins.
Addie Severson was outside my house last night, in the bushes. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. I saw her, first of all. And she has plenty of reasons to hate me.
When we were in the supermarket that day, Art Tuttle warned me about her. He had a reason to warn me. She destroyed his life, whether she was trying to or not.
And today, that girl lied right to my face.
As soon as Addie left, I looked at Debra Higgins and said, “She’s lying.”
Debra shook her head. “I agree with you, Eve. But what can we do? It’s your word against hers. And she said she was home with her mother.”
What a load of crap. When I was a teenager, I did tons of things while my mother thought I was safely tucked away in my room. As far as I’m concerned, that was not an alibi, even if her mother did confirm the story, which she didn’t.
As soon as I got out of the principal’s office, I texted Nate:
She denied the whole thing.
We were between classes, so his text back to me came quickly:
Maybe it wasn’t her?
His response was so maddening, I wanted to throw the phone.
Soon it will be time for my sixth period math class, when I will come face-to-face with Addie once again, and I am not up for the task. Debra told me that for the second semester, she is planning to switch Addie to a different teacher, but we still have two months left before the term comes to an end. Two months of having to deal with that girl.
“It was definitely her,” I rant to Shelby in the teachers’ dining area. I brought salad for lunch in a piece of Tupperware, but I’ve barely touched it. “How could she lie like that?”
Shelby shrugs. “She’s a teenager. That’s what they do. It’s like breathing for them.”
“She hates me.” I shudder slightly, thinking of the dirty look she was giving me yesterday in class. “She really hates me. And now she’s stalking me.”
“But why?” Shelby takes a bite of one of her carrot sticks. “I mean, she was following Art around because he was nice to her.”
“Yes, so?”
“So you’re not nice to her. Why would she go to your house?” She sips from her Diet Coke. “I mean, she’s not dangerous. Do you really think she would stalk you because you wouldn’t let her eat a sandwich in class? That’s a little extreme, even for a teenager.”
“Maybe…”
“Now if she were stalking Nate—that I could buy.” She winks at me. “I mean, all the female students have huge crushes on him. And then you say she joined his little poetry magazine? I can totally see her getting a little too obsessed.”
I freeze, a piece of lettuce lying limply in my mouth. I don’t know how that thought didn’t occur to me before. Maybe because when I was at the curb, I felt like she was watching me specifically. Somehow it didn’t hit me that she could have been at the house to see somebody else.
Oh my God. She’s stalking Nate.
This makes much more sense. I warned him about being too nice to her, and now she is doing the same thing to him that she did to Art Tuttle. And if he’s not careful and doesn’t handle it right, he’s going to end up exactly like Art.
I’ve got to warn him. He has to deal with this right away.