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Nearly Gone Part 15

I forced a small grin, but wasn't able to make it stretch further than that. "Back at you, Teddy," I said, trying to be cheerful for his sake.

He extended a stubby fist in my direction, leading me through a complex handshake involving a lot of knuckle thumps and hand slaps that had him laughing as I struggled to keep up. Teddy was a toucher, but I'd never tried to dissuade him. His joy was pure and sweet, like honeysuckle blooming, the sun-warmed taste of it on my tongue.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling a cloud lift. "I thought you were my Thursday date?"

"Yeah, I'm your man on Thursdays all right. But my mom says I have to go to the cardiologist this Thursday, so I won't see you."

"Oh." I scratched my head, remembering Rankin's comment about "very basic chemistry." "So you're here today instead?"

"Nope." He tucked his thumbs under the straps of his backpack and rocked on his heels. "I've got soccer practice today. We'll need to find another day for our date."

"Soccer?" I paused, sensing an opportunity to ask the question I hadn't been able to ask Jeremy that morning in his car. Teddy was the water boy. He probably knew everyone on our team. Anh said the police thought Emily's number might have been connected to the soccer team. That maybe it tied to a jersey number. "Do you know who number eighteen is?"

Teddy scratched his head and blinked. "There is no eighteen on the team."

"How about North Hampton's?"

He thought for a minute. "They don't have an eighteen either."

So much for the police's theory on jersey numbers. Better luck next time. I hated to think there would be a next time, or that I'd have to wait until Friday to find another clue.

"Everything okay, Leigh?" Teddy frowned.

"Everything's fine." I pulled out a calendar, shaking off an image of Marcia on the bottom of the pool. "We can't meet this Friday. It's the junior class trip to the amusement park, and you and I have a date to ride the carousel instead. How about the Friday after that?"

Teddy stripped off his backpack, reached inside, and handed me a permission slip bordered with stars and space shuttle clip art. The bottom portion for his parents' signature of consent had already been cut away, leaving only the flyer for a field trip to the National Air and Space Museum. "Mrs. Smallwood is taking us to the Smithsonian next Friday. I asked if I could bring a date, but she said it's just for the special ed kids." He blinked both eyes in lieu of a wink. "I think you're special, but she says you can't go."

I ruffled Teddy's hair, soaking him up. "Don't worry about it. I'll talk to Mr. Rankin and see what we can figure out. I'll see you at the carousel."

Teddy flashed an enthusiastic thumbs-up and raced off, leaving behind his field trip flyer.

"Teddy, you forgot your-" I started to call after him, before I spotted the writing on the back of the yellow page. The details of our "date" to ride the carousel. Beside it, two stick figures held hands. They both wore glasses, and one had frizzy hair. I bit my lip and smiled, despite my foul mood. When I looked up from his drawing, he was gone.

I sunk back into my chair and rested my head against the tabletop. A mild headache was starting just behind my eyes. I couldn't afford to miss any hours, and my mentees were dropping like flies. I smelled indelible ink where my forehead rubbed against my blue test score, and it felt like salt in a wound.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been lying there when something eclipsed the fluorescent light, casting a long shadow over the length of the table. The sharp, oily smell of leather bit my throat and I raised my head.

Lonny's friend stood over my desk, staring at my test. His hair fell over his forehead, framing his face in knife-like points long enough to brush his collar. Two silver loops pierced his right brow over the same steady blue eyes that had watched me leave school Friday night.

I sat straighter in my chair. No one else had seen me. He couldn't prove I was there. I had nothing to be afraid of. I flipped my test over, sliding it a few inches down the desk. He didn't register the hint.

"Can I help you?"

He looked me over, starting with my hair. It was twisted into a tight knot at the back of my head. His eyes continued down with little interest and paused at my T-shirt. It was two sizes too large and the sleeves hung to my elbows, but right now it didn't feel big enough. I crossed my arms around myself.

"You're Nearly?" His voice was dark and rough around the edges. A perfect fit.

"What do you want?" Somehow I doubted he'd come to apologize.

He glanced at the clock. "It's three o'clock. I'm here."

"So?"

The corner of his mouth pulled into a grin. "So, you're supposed to tutor me. Rankin told me to be here at three."

No. Freaking. Way.

His eyes bored into mine, a whole conversation passing before either of us could blink.

"Rankin was mistaken." I snatched up my book, determined to find some other way-any other way-to fulfill my community service requirement.

"No problem." He shrugged, watching me wrangle textbooks and calculators into submission. "How about tomorrow?"

"Booked," I said without looking up.

"Wednesday?"