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  “Thanks.” Her mum pushed one side of her perfectly bobbed black hair behind her ear. Her pale skin and fine features were so different from Cate’s and Xavier’s sun-kissed skin sprinkled with freckles. She was the principal at the detention centre that dominated Tempus Falls. Cate thanked her lucky stars her mum wasn’t the principal at Socrates Private School where she attended.

  How was she going to bring up her there-one-minute-gone-the-next cut foot? Did she even dare? She definitely needed to wait until Xavier left. There was no way she wanted him bringing up that conversation for the rest of her life. She opened her mouth a few times as her mum kissed her then Xavier and headed to the garage. Nothing came out. She couldn’t do it. It was way more feasible that she was half asleep and dreamed she cut her foot than it had miraculously healed.

  “Xavier...” She stared at her brother. Nope, no way she was confiding in him. Her brain whirred for something to say. “Don’t you think it’s weird Zach’s all popular now?”

  “Zach’s always been cool. Dumping you...smart move.”

  “He hasn’t always been cool.” She banged her spoon on the kitchen bench. The bus stop was the most terrifying experience ever. The bizarre foot thing was freaking her out, and Zach’s sudden popularity was plain irritating.

  “Like we haven’t always had a blue SUV and that imaginary golden retriever you insisted we’d always owned last Thursday?”

  She glowered at Xavier, whose green eyes, so like hers, sparkled back at her. His blonde, wavy hair had a distinct boy band vibe with the long fringe.

  “When you raced in screaming a stranger tried to abduct you, and it was the next door neighbour taking you to school like she did every Thursday.” Xavier grinned. “That’s my favourite freaky Cate moment.”

  “Hilarious.” Cate hadn’t recognised the car, the driver or anyone else inside. Her mum drove her to school because she was so freaked out, calmly telling her everyone made mistakes.

  “So, you’re like a super loser now Zach’s given you the flick, hey?” Xavier said.

  How was she going to deal with everyone at school knowing she’d been dumped by text? She gave Xavier her most dangerous stare and cracked her knuckles. He stood his ground for three seconds before he bolted.

  “Muuumm, Cate’s threatening to use her overrated black belt skills on me,” he yelled through the open door into the garage.

  “Cate,” her mother’s stern voice called back.

  Damn it. Her mum was still home.

  “Those skills are for protection, not terrorising your brother. Or your ex-boyfriend.”

  Cate glowered at the open doorway. It was like her mum could read minds. What good were badass black belt moves if she never got to use them?

  Xavier’s blonde head popped back around the door and she speared her spoon at him. He dodged it.

  “Not even close! I’m getting a ride with Mum.” He flashed in, snatched his backpack from the bench and slammed the door behind him.

  A few minutes later the door reopened. “Xavier, step inside and I promise to break all your fingers and maybe an arm.” Now spoonless, she slurped the last of her cereal straight from the bowl.

  “Take your best shot, Black Belt Cate.”

  Her bowl slipped through her fingers, splashing breakfast over her face and down her school uniform. There she sat, milk dripping from her chin, looking at Austin from the bus stop yesterday. She pinched herself hard, adding a twist for good measure, and squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, he was still there. Her stomach lurched and her heartbeat surged.

  “I’m Austin. I don’t think we officially met yesterday.”

  “I know your name.” She resisted the urge to poke him and check he was real. “Are you actually here?” Way to interrogate an intruder.

  “Yep.” The light flashed against his scars. He wore them with such self-assurance, not so much as a glimmer of insecurity. His grey eyes danced with laughter as his mouth turned up in a crooked smile, which took some of the edge off his brutally short hair.

  She collected her scattered thoughts. Her mum had an assortment of atypical friends who dropped by unannounced. She had moved past being scared of strangers, even in her house, a long time ago because she could hold her own. Still, she sat extra straight, her muscles tense, prepared for a quick exit if required. “Get your stalker self out of my kitchen,” she demanded.

  “Put your hackles down.” He patted her shoulder.

  She leapt off her stool and put as much distance between them as possible. “Touch me again and I will break all your fingers and an arm for good measure.”

  “I’ll consider myself on notice.” He sat on the kitchen bench and swung his legs, tapping out a tune with his hands on the bench top. “How’re you holding up after yesterday?”

  “I’ve already moved on.” She wiped cereal and milk from her face and clothes, eyeing her mobile on the bench near Austin, and the house phone behind him.

  “Didn’t plan that too well, did you?” Austin tossed her mobile in the air. “I’m pretty sure to call for help, you need a phone.”

  She snatched at the phone, but he was quicker.

  “Let’s see what you’ve told your friends. Hmm.” He tapped in a password and smiled. “Got it in one. You texted Eve this morning and...ouch! Dumped by text! Want me to beat him senseless?”

  “Nope.” If anyone pummelled Zach, it would be her. She held out her hand. “Give me my phone and leave, or I’ll scream the house down.”

  “Would that be before or after you make good on your threats to render me helpless with assorted broken bones?”

  What a smart ass. “After, so I can watch you writhe in agony while I make the call.”

  “To show I’m the bigger person, I’ll wait outside. We’ll chat on the way to school. I can maybe help you get even with, um...” Austin checked her phone and placed it on the counter. “Zach.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with you, and I certainly don’t need your help. Save us both some time and leave.”

  “I’ve got plenty of time. I like you better without the rainbow hair, by the way.”

  Even with his face turned away, she knew he was smirking “News flash! I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks about my hair!”

  ***

  Austin lounged on the veranda as she walked out in a clean school uniform. He was rocking some tattered jeans and a fleecy blue and black checked shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal blue numbers tattooed down the inside of his bicep. He was also tall. Not as tall as the Ralph Lauren model dude, but over six foot and...oh crap! He was watching her check him out.

  “I told you to leave.” She dug in her backpack and retrieved her phone.

  “But you didn’t mean it.”

  “Yes, I did.” She took the five steps at the front of the house in one stride.

  Austin jumped over the handrail and landed soundlessly. “Come on. I can help you put loser Jack—”

  “It’s Zach.”

  “Fine, put loser Zach in his place. I would have had my way with you by now if I was going to.”

  “Clearly you overestimate your abilities. Don’t follow me or I’m calling the police.” She hurried down the path, glancing over her shoulder before crossing the road.

  Austin sat on the steps to her house and gave a big friendly wave. She checked her watch and sped up. Hating herself for doing it, she stole another look back. He’d gone.

  “Hey,” Austin said from by her ear.

  “Ahhh...” She glowered at him. “What is your deal? The whole world stops. You people appear out of thin air, you disarm a bomb, someone attempts to strangle me and then everyone vanishes again. Now you’re stalking me. What the hell?”

  “Most of that was magic, plain and simple. All the normal people froze in the time stop, but not you. I want to know why you saw everything. What makes you different?”

  “Magic?” Now he was trying to piss her off.

  “Ah-huh.”

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sp; “Fine. Play your stupid games. Just count me out.” She checked her watch again. “I’m going to be late.”

  “I’ll come with.” Austin started an instantly annoying tuneless whistle.

  “So, this whole surreal experience, how insane does it make me?” she asked.

  “Define surreal.”

  “The magical frozen people, ridiculous strength, vanishing people...” She ticked them off on her fingers. “I mean, how real can they be?”

  “They’re all as real as me. Want to touch?” he wriggled his slender fingers at her.

  She kicked a few tufts of grass to buy time. “Pass.”

  “Has anyone in your family ever mentioned anything about wizard blood or mutant wizards?”

  She gave him a filthy look.

  “It was a long shot.” Austin walked in silence. He went to say something a few times, but shook his head and thought better of it. “I’ll give you a heads-up with Rafe. If you think the word ‘vomit’ hard enough, he throws up.”

  “Stop! I don’t want to know any more about you and your magic. You aren’t a super smart kid who graduated high school at ten and then medical school at thirteen, who works undercover at schools befriending at-risk teens and using your psychiatric degree to lock them up, are you?”

  “What?” Austin looked puzzled.

  “Never mind.” She was thinking of 21 Jump Street, but with doctors. Her mum watched reruns incessantly and Cate liked to point out the tragic fashion sense and ogle a young Johnny Depp, who was hot for an old guy, and had been super hot when he was young, even with his daggy hair.

  Austin’s tuneless whistle was like nails down a backboard. She halted, contemplating her options. “Right—I’m pretty sure I’m on the edge of a complete mental implosion; regardless, I’ll go there. I cut my foot this morning and it just vanished. Like magic.”

  “Interesting. First time that’s ever happened?”

  “Strangely, yes.”

  “You’re perfectly sane. Don’t sweat it. I’ll hang around and investigate. Do you want to hear my ideas for Zach? We could kill two birds with one stone.”

  “I’d prefer if we forgot the whole thing and you left me alone.”

  “That’s not going to happen.”

  Loose rocks crunched under her feet as they passed the back entrance to her school.

  “So, I’ve got two ideas. I could beat Zach to a bloody pulp.”

  “I could do that without any help from you,” Cate said.

  “That’s a whole other argument for another day. My second idea is we can pretend to be an item and make him insane with jealously.”

  “Desperate much? Not likely.” Her mum’s reminder she needed a new boyfriend rolled around in her head. Nothing in the rules said it had to be real, only believable to people. Austin and her pretending to be an item would tick that box. “Why do you want to help me?”

  “Because I’m a great guy and I like to keep busy.”

  “What complete crap. My brain aches from all this weirdness.” She pressed her knuckle hard against her eye socket. “To be honest, I have no freaking idea about anything today.”

  The idea of Austin smacking Zach around made her smile. Technically her mum couldn’t go ballistic if someone else pounded him. The thought of her and Austin as an item was not entirely unpleasant.

  ***

  “Surf’s up, dude!” Rafe greeted them with some surfer-type, one-handed wave from the front steps of Cate’s school.

  Here she stood between two strangers, possibly imaginary ones, who could do even stranger things. Rafe was a big ball of enthusiasm wrapped in a nauseating yellow, green, and brown Hawaiian shirt. What if I’m losing my mind?

  “You aren’t losing your mind,” Rafe said.

  Cate blinked. He read her mind.

  Austin’s I-told-you-so look piqued Cate’s curiosity. Vomit, vomit, vomit.

  “Childish and plain nasty,” Rafe replied between deep breaths and dry retching.

  “Then get out of my head.” She shot him an innocent look laced with what she hoped was a vicious mental shove.

  He staggered and winced. “Ouch, that hurt! You’re freaky. First you’re all bright-eyed and not frozen at the bus stop, and now you did whatever that was to my head.” He nudged Austin. “Watch the brunette.”

  Cate’s eyes followed where Rafe pointed. A fierce gust of wind sent the brunette’s skirt swirling, exposing her yellow G-string.

  “You read minds and see the future?” Cate asked.

  “Big leap there,” Rafe said. “No one can predict the future.”

  “If he reads minds and lifts buses, what do you do?” Cate asked Austin.

  “The list is long and impressive. Alas, I’m not a big sharer.” His eyes sparkled as he smiled.

  What an infuriating, arrogant—

  “Yikes! We should go, Austin,” Rafe said. “Naitanui is waiting at the Break.”

  “I suppose it would be too much to ask who, what and where Naitanui and the Break are?” Cate asked.

  “Your perception skills are excellent! Think about my offer to help with the Zach situation.” He brushed her shoulder with his hand as he walked past. “I’ll see you very soon.”

  She cleared her throat and took a deep breath, uncomfortably warm all over. A quick glance down confirmed she had not burst into flames. As Austin and Rafe disappeared down the street, her brain buzzed.

  “Cate, wait up!” Eve hobbled toward her. She’d separated and twisted pieces of her high ponytail and clipped them to her head with numerous green bows like some type of crown.

  Cate hugged her friend. “What happened to you?”

  Eve pulled away first like she always did. “Too much hugging and the new gossip around school will be we’re an item.”

  “Let them talk.” Cate grabbed Eve and kissed her on both cheeks. “Oh, wait...they’re already talking about me.”

  “You’ve got a weird vibe going on today.” Eve lifted the back of her skirt to reveal a bloody scrape at the top of her thigh. “I skidded down the bus steps about two seconds ago. I can’t see anything. Is it bad enough to get me out of gym?” she asked hopefully.

  Cate crinkled her nose with distaste.

  “Come on,” Eve whined. “Who else can I ask to look up my skirt? I’ve got my good underwear on.”

  This was when they needed to be part of a popular posse, so one of their other four BFFs could volunteer to help. Now five years on, she continued to pay for breaking Zach’s nose on her first day at Socrates. Zach forgave her because she said she’d be his friend, and Eve had thought it was cool. Everyone else had given her a wide berth ever since. The video of it showed up every year, which thrilled her mum.

  “Fine—if I throw up, don’t say you weren’t warned.” She took a few deep breaths and bent down. Eyes closed, she placed both hands gently on Eve’s leg. Please don’t let there be too much blood. She opened one eye and peeked under her fingers. “Hmm.” Eve had shown her a bloody graze. Now...there was nothing.

  “Is that a ‘you need to go home’ hmm? Your hands are making my leg feel good, by the way.”

  “Dykes...” Jeff, one of Zach’s new friends, called, walking by with a group of boys.

  “Rack off,” Cate replied as she glanced at her palms. This was bizarre.

  “Didn’t waste too many brain cells on that response now, did we?” Jeff said.

  Exasperated Cate grabbed Jeff by the jacket “You want articulate? ‘How do I loathe you, let me count the ways...I loathe thee freely, I loathe thee purely.’ Articulate enough for your pea-sized brain, you tool?”

  Jeff shook off her hold. “Losers!” His jibes were reassuring. This was how a normal day unfurled.

  “You are the daughter my mother wishes she had,” Eve said. “That quote would be heaven to her literature teacher’s ears. Any updates on the Zach front to report?”

  “We’re done. The end. Everyone move on.” Cate hooked the strap of her green backpack over her shoulder. “
There’s nothing wrong with your leg. You’re spectacularly good to go for another thrilling school day.”

  “I’m surprised.” Eve turned in circles as she attempted to examine the back of her thigh.

  “You and me both,” Cate muttered. She smiled and, keeping her hands out of view, trudged to class. There were smudges of blood on them. Eve’s blood. From her now nonexistent grazed thigh. What was with that?

  Chapter 3

  Mind Control

  “I’m thinking of getting my hair cut in a mohawk.” Eve tweaked one of the numerous green bows scattered through her hair.

  “Is that so?” Cate stared at Zach’s empty seat. Ditching school must go hand in hand with being popular. Or he was too scared to show his cheating face.

  “I’m going to dye it black, with a white strip down the middle.”

  “Hmm.” Cate tapped the wall with a fingernail.

  “And stick my head in the bushes at the front of the house and see if I can catch a skunk.”

  “Oh...WHAT?” Cate turned to Eve.

  “So you were happy for me to make the biggest hair mistake ever, but worried about me catching skunks? Nice.”

  “Where do you think Zach is?”

  “I don’t know and I don’t care, and neither do you,” Eve said sternly.

  “I don’t care.” Which she didn’t. Unless Zach lay beaten and bloodied, or even dead, because of her. She knew firsthand how brutal the people were who forced her into witness protection. Zach would be a soft target into her life and routine. “You don’t think something’s happened to him? His folks are still out of town.”

  Eve gave her a sad little smile.

  “I’m curious is all. He’s never missed a day of school.”

  “Ms. Oliver?”

  “Yes, Mr. Leckie.” Eve snapped to attention and saluted.

  “I assume you have a class you should be in?”

  Eve rolled her eyes and flounced off.

  “Inside please, Cate,” Mr. Leckie said as he entered the classroom.

  She pulled out her phone and texted her mum.

  CATE: “ZACH NOT AT SCHOOL??? WEIRD.”