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Authors: Alex Van Tol

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“Hannah,” I say.

But it's too late. I watch, helpless, as she gathers her laptop and bag.

“Hannah, listen.”

The handle makes a soft
click
as the door closes behind her.

I stare at the screen for a long time after she's gone. What did I say all that for? I've embarrassed Hannah and made her feel terrible.

Holy. Who's the mean one now?

A new comment drops in as I'm sitting there. It jolts me out of my trance.

I'm on my own now. Guess I'd better get going.

I ignore the new question and start with Kamryn's instead. A few minutes ago, I was excited. Finally! My long-awaited chance to steer Kamryn away from Kyle!

But my fingers feel frozen as I type my reply.

Dear Huntress. As I see it, your
would-be is already in love with another
young woman. But the stars show me that
the universe is unfolding as it should.

Those words seem familiar. They just kind of typed themselves out onto the page. I wonder where I've heard those before? Maybe in a poem.

I shrug and continue.

While you may believe deeply in
your wish to be united with this guy, my
observations show me a more powerful
match in a young man closer to your
age. The clouds obscure my sight from
complete clarity, but I sense that this
individual is—

Is what? In grade eight? Wears jeans and zombie T-shirts? That's a bit too clear.

I think about where Kamryn and I cross paths. The only place I can think of where we've actually exchanged words and glances—besides outside the convenience store—is in math help.

I go back to my reply.
I sense that this
individual is logical in nature
.
I see you
meeting him outside class time, perhaps in
an extracurricular session. He is helping
you with something. There is some numeric
energy there, but I can't quite pinpoint it.

I wonder if this is too tea-leafy. Or whether the numeric bit is too obvious. But what do I have to lose?

Try exploring that avenue. Good luck.

I take a deep breath and hit
Publish
.

I turn my attention to the list of waiting questions. Methodically, I work my way through them, check traits against zodiac signs and design my advice to suit. I don't rush any of them. I even throw in a bit of my own advice when I think it'll be helpful.

In between questions, I think about my response to Kamryn. I wonder if it's going to work.

I sigh. Whatever. It's out there now. Time will tell where it leads.

I should be excited at nailing that long-awaited interaction with her. Or nervous, at least.

But all I can think of are my last words to Hannah. And the look on her face as I said them.

Chapter Ten

Kamryn must have read the Oracle, because she is at math help today. She hangs out for almost half an hour at my table. Never mind that it feels awkward and we have nothing to talk about. That's to be expected at the start of a relationship. Right?

We do a little math too. So there.

I walk home like I'm on a cloud.

After I fix myself a snack, I head up to my room to check the blog. I'm surprised to already find an entry from Heart Huntress.

Dear Oracle. I went looking for
that number-logical guy today. The
helper? I'm not sure if I was looking in
the right place. The guy I sat with was
nice enough, but we didn't really have
anything in common, and I didn't exactly
feel a spark. I think I might have got the
wrong guy. —HH

Nothing in common?

No spark?

I chew my lip for a couple of minutes. How can I make her feel a spark?

I force myself to read through a few other questions before I write her back. I need to think through my reply.

The questions people write in with keep getting better and better. A couple of people have written in seeking advice about their friendships. One guy asked me to help him talk his sister out of getting a tattoo of her boyfriend's name on her arm. Another asked me where he could find cool shirts cheap. I don't feel like a fraud when I'm advising people on stuff like where to buy clothes or how to handle their parents' embarrassing social habits.

Only when I'm deliberately misleading people in love.

I pick the questions I'll answer today. I tell one girl that her brother's friend has no right to pressure her to give him pictures of herself in a bikini. I tell another that since this is the third time she's caught her boyfriend in a big lie, it's time to cut him loose, even though it'll hurt. I explain to one guy that if his current flame doesn't respond to his texts within a day, then yeah, she's losing the love.

Only after I'm finished these do I allow myself to settle into a response to Kamryn.

Dear Huntress. As I see it—

I like that part, that “as I see it” bit. Makes the advice sound sort of fortune-telly.

As I see it, you absolutely had the
correct person today.

Wow, it feels so…so…
out there
to write that.

But there aren't exactly a lot of options. If I'm going to use the Oracle to steer Kamryn into my world, I've got to be crazy and direct.

I decide I'm okay with it.

But I need something to get us further down this road I've started us on.

I need a ruse. Something to get us talking.

Today Mr. Winehouse mentioned we'll be starting our research projects on early civilizations in social studies.

It's the perfect setup.

I see an opportunity to work with this
young man in a partnership. You will be reading, or writing, or creating media.
It will be about something ancient, but I
can't see exactly what.

I decide to leave her with some very specific instructions.

You will need to approach him. If you
don't, he will choose a different partner.

Then, for the clincher, I add,
And
the course of your life will be forever
changed.

And then I click
Publish
.

On Monday, everybody's talking about the dance. I had to stay home with my mom, who'd just had a wisdom tooth pulled and was still loopy from the painkillers.

Kyle sure wasn't going to miss it.

So I stayed home.

It
sounded
like it was fun. Kyle brought home some other girl, not Kamryn. They stayed up late watching
Invasion of the Body Snatchers
, and then I didn't see him for the rest of the weekend.

So Kamryn is, without a doubt, not on Kyle's radar.

A greedy little part of me rubs its hands at the thought, She's
mine
, all mine. The rational side of me shrieks with terror—what am I going to
do
if she takes the Oracle seriously and decides to come after me?

I find out soon enough. In third period, Mr. Winehouse tells us about our research projects. Ancient civilizations.

“This project requires partner work, people,” says Mr. Winehouse now. “Two heads are better than one.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, there's the familiar rustle as people turn in their seats to make eye contact. I keep my head down. I focus intently on the Dementor I'm doodling in the side of my page. I hope Morgan doesn't ask me to work with him. Normally, I'd be happy to, but today…

A hand taps my shoulder, and I jump, jabbing a thick line of ink through my Dementor's hood.

I turn. Kamryn is standing beside my desk. She looks kind of mad.

“What's that?” Her eyes are on the Dementor. It's pretty good, I think. He's floating in midair, and his cloak is in tatters. It wisps out behind him as he slides along.

“It's a Dementor,” I say.

She pulls her brows together a bit. “A mental what?” she says.

“A
Dementor
,” I say. “From
Harry
Potter
?”

“Oh.” She tosses her head, sounding bored. “So listen, do you have a partner?”

“Not yet,” I say.

She looks away. “Do you want to do the Romans or the Mayans?”

What if I wanted to do the Mesopotamians? Wait. Did she even ask me if I wanted to be her partner? My mind fumbles for protocol.

“Whichever,” I say. “I'm easy.”

“Let's do the Mayans,” she says, sitting in the desk behind me. She pulls out her iPad and sets it on the tabletop. “Tuesdays and Thursdays are the only days I can meet after school, so we need to get a lot done during class.”

I nod. “Okay.” I want to ask her how the dance went, but I can't for the life of me figure out how to bring it up.

I already know enough though. Things didn't work out with her and Kyle.

She pushes the iPad toward me. “Look at the outline,” she says, pointing to the black screen. “Wino said it's on the class web page. We want to make sure we get everything in there.”

“Wino?” The second the words are out of my mouth, I realize she's talking about Mr. Winehouse.

She rolls her eyes.

“Never mind,” I say. “I get it.” I'm irritated that I asked.

I touch the screen and bring up our class page.

Kamryn looks around the room, bored, while I locate our assignment. On
her
iPad. While she just sits there.

She squints at me. “Do you read the Oracle?” Her question is sudden.

My ears grow hot. I am so glad my hair covers them.

“Nope,” I say, without looking up. “What's that?”

“Nothing,” she says. “Just some website.”

Then she sits forward and looks me up and down. She scrunches her eyes up a little bit. “Do you always wear skater clothes? Or do you ever wear, I don't know, nice stuff?”

I'm shocked that she put me down like that, right to my face. She's kind of fearless.

I'm kind of embarrassed.

And now I'm pissed off.

I speak before I think. Force of habit. “Do you ever say nice things?” I ask. “Or do you only, I don't know, say mean stuff?”

Kamryn stares at me for a couple of seconds, then sits back in her chair. She folds her arms.

“Just hurry up and find the assignment,” she says, jerking her chin toward the iPad. “Let's get this over with.”

Chapter Eleven

On Tuesday afternoon, Kamryn and I head to my place. Today we'll finish off our research on Mayan religious systems and start our Museum Box online. I hope this will be less strained than yesterday's in-class session. We talked so little, I think we managed to blow through nearly all of our research.

Awkward.

“This is nice,” Kamryn says as she steps into my house. Her eyes move around the room approvingly. “Your parents have great design sense.”

“My mom stages homes for realtors,” I say. “She can make a rodent hole look like the Waldorf Astoria.”

Kamryn's eyes drift to the trophy on the bookcase. There's only one on display at any time, even though there are more than twelve tucked away in various closets. Pretty soon we'll need to build a shed to house all of Kyle's achievements.

“Who's the basketball star?”

“That'd be my brother.”

Her eyes cut to me. “I didn't know you had a brother.”

I shrug. That would be because I intentionally didn't tell you, I think.

“How old is he?”

“Sixteen.” I kick off my shoes and head down the hallway toward my bedroom. Kamryn follows. The door to Kyle's room is closed.

“Where does he go to school?”

“LaMontagne. Senior campus.” For whatever reason, our school is split into two separate buildings—the middle grades and the senior high. It's a relief not to have to share space with Kyle all day. I get enough of that every evening.

“What's his name?”

I sigh. “Kyle.”

Here it comes.

“Kyle…
Robert
s
?” The word comes out as a shriek.

“Same one.”

Kamryn's hands fly up to cover her mouth. “Oh my god, I had no idea he was your
brother
!” She looks like a kid who's just spotted Santa Claus filling her stocking with diamonds and PEZ.

I shrug. “Well. Owen Roberts. Kyle Roberts. You know.”

“Yeah, but, I…you don't. I mean, you don't look…like him at all, you know?”

“Thanks,” I say.

“No, I mean…” Kamryn flaps her hands. She looks around, as though Kyle might appear from behind a secret door. “Is he home?”

Why did I bother? What good did I think it would do to use the Oracle to try to force Kamryn to like me?

“No.”

“Oh.” She looks disappointed.

Thankfully, her questions dry up once we enter my room. While she drifts around looking at the sketches on my wall, I open up my laptop. I pop up a new tab and google
Mayan religious customs
.

“I didn't know you were an artist,” Kamryn says, moving from one picture to the next. “These are really good.”

“Thanks,” I say. A little flicker of hope lights in my belly, and I turn my chair to face her.

“Does Kyle draw?”

I rotate back to the computer.

“Nope.”

“What does he do? Like, hobby-wise?”

What was I thinking, anyway? You can't force someone to like you. Even I know that. Making Kamryn do this project with me seems pathetic now.

I glance at the clock in the corner of the screen. I'd rather be out at the skate park, blowing off steam. Like Kamryn said yesterday, let's get this over with.

“Look, Kamryn,” I say. “I have to be somewhere at four. So we should get going.”

She looks disappointed. I guess she wanted to talk about Kyle some more. “Okay.” She unzips her backpack and slides out her iPad. “Have you got anything to eat?”

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